East District, Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, Inside the Iron Workshop!

"Qiang Qiang Qiang ~!"

"Hanzi, let's take a break first, come and drink saliva!" A slightly older middle-aged man laughed loudly as he looked at the blacksmith platform in front of him, a majestic figure with a hammer that was frantically beating a blade.

"Hehe, okay!" As if he didn't care about the joking of others, the majestic man dropped the utensils in his hand and walked over to the middle-aged man with a big smile.

Looking at the man who was coming towards him, the middle-aged man shook his head with a wry smile, since this guy came to the shop, the output of weapons has surged suddenly, but the iron materials used for refining soldiers are often in deficit, and the amount of refining soldiers in three days in the past can be used up in one day.

The output of the store has increased, which is naturally a good thing, but the orders are very limited, and the weapon shop is called the Heavenly Soldier Pavilion, which sounds domineering, but in fact it is just a private store, and it is barely a day in the East District.

When the store was first opened, the middle-aged also had to worry about the output of the store, because the better refiners were mostly divided by several large weapons shops in the city.

A few days ago, this guy took some leave for personal matters, and the middle-aged man readily agreed, after all, the warehouse also has a lot of inventory, and it can't be cleared without half a month, and the middle-aged will not have to worry about running out of stock.

However, whenever you run an arms shop, you must fulfill an unwritten agreement, that is, no matter what the output and sales of your own shop are, the iron material must be progressively advanced day by day, and it cannot be broken!

Therefore, a lot of iron materials have been piled up in a few days, but what makes people laugh and cry is that this guy has only been back for half a day, and seeing that the iron materials are almost emptied again, the middle-aged finally shouted helplessly to stop.

For this guy, middle-aged people also like it very much, I still remember when he first came to the store, as if he was tireless, he only knew how to quench iron and forge soldiers, and did not talk to others, thinking that he was a cold man, but if you take the initiative to talk to him in two sentences, he will inevitably smirk at you very enthusiastically, so the people in the store often laugh and call him a fool!

The middle-aged man once reprimanded everyone for this, but he was stopped by this guy on his own initiative, saying that his brothers in the family called him that, listening to kindness, the middle-aged smiled helplessly, and stopped asking, and over time, he called himself the same.

"Goo Goo Goo ~!" the majestic man walked closer, took the kettle handed over by the middle-aged man, raised his head and drank it all, grinning and said, "Boss, there is not much iron in the store!"

"I know, I know..."The middle-aged shopkeeper heard this, waved his hand again and again, and then said with a wry smile: "Hehe, didn't you say that you would have a dinner at home later, and you should go back early, let's go here today!"

"Hehe, it's still early, I'll go back when I'm done beating the rest of the iron!" replied with a laugh.

"Don't fight, don't fight..."Hearing that the man was going to continue, the middle-aged shopkeeper waved his hand again and again, and said: "It's not easy to live in the city today, it's better to go back early!"

"What's wrong?" the man was stunned when he heard this, and then asked with some curiosity.

"I heard that the son of the old martial artist was slaughtered, and Wu Qitian has already led people to kill him!" said the middle-aged shopkeeper in a lower voice.

"Good boy, this is big news!" the majestic man said with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"But it's not, we haven't had this kind of open-faced killing in Wuling City for many years!" the middle-aged shopkeeper also sighed.

"Where, I'm going to join in the fun!" said the majestic man, who was obviously interested.

"Pharmacist Guild!" said the middle-aged shopkeeper lightly.

"What? He Wu Qitian can't eat the gall of a leopard?" Hearing this, the majestic man exclaimed.

"Hehe, he Wu Qitian naturally doesn't have that guts, and he didn't go to the guild, it's just that the person who killed his son is in the guild!" the middle-aged shopkeeper smiled slightly.

"In the guild?" the man was stunned when he heard this, and he had some bad premonitions in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Boss, why was the martial artist killed?"

"What else can you do, there is a knife on the head of the color word!" The middle-aged shopkeeper spread his hands and said slowly: "That guy was molesting a girl in the guild, and he was not looked down upon, so he slaughtered him!"

"Girl?" the strong man chuckled in his heart and asked anxiously, "Do you know which girl is the matter?"

"Is this..."The middle-aged shopkeeper thought about it slightly, shook his head, and said: "This is not clear, there should be no background, otherwise the martial artist would not be so unscrupulous!"

"Oh no, could it be..."Although the middle-aged man said ominously, the majestic man seemed to have guessed something, and for a while, his brows frowned, and his mouth kept muttering softly.

Just when the man's thoughts were flipping, the middle-aged shopkeeper on the side continued: "Speaking of which, the person who made the shot was really kind, and he killed it in seconds with one move, and he didn't give the martial artist a chance to speak at all!"

"Huh?" the majestic man was stunned when he heard this!

You know, but if you shoot righteously, you have a chivalrous heart, how can there be a reason to kill people if you make a shot, and Wu Ziang is not something he hasn't seen, although it is not fake, but if it is not an insult to relatives, or there is a deep hatred in the sea of blood, how can people all the way be so decisive?

As soon as he thought of this, the majestic man frowned and asked, "Is it possible that the person who made the shot has a vendetta with the martial family?"

"Probably not!" The middle-aged man pondered for a moment, shook his head and said, "I heard that the person who made the shot is not like a person in the city!"

"How could that method be so drastic? Could it be that the person who made the shot was not a murderer?" the man was even more puzzled, and asked again.

"No!" The middle-aged man shook his head again, and continued: "I heard that the person who made the shot was wearing a cloak that covered most of his face, but listening to his voice, it was clear that he was a teenager, where could it be a murderous habit?

"Cloak, boy, girl?"

A few words hit the man's heart hard, and then he saw the man's eyes wide, and the violent anger swept out of his body, picked up a big knife on the craftsman's table, and ran wildly out of the store!

The sudden change made the middle-aged shopkeeper startled, looked at the majestic back that was disappearing in an instant, and in a hurry, called out the person's original name: "Long Xiao, why are you going?"

However, he was answered with a furious outcry.

"Kill!"

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At about the same time, in different places, there were dozens of figures, all of them rushed towards one place, all the way, the monstrous anger, the killing intent, shocked the passers-by and retreated.

For the reaction of others, these dozens of figures didn't care, at this moment, in their hearts, there was only one thought, that is: "Kill!"