On the streets of the ever-flowing workshop area, the blacksmith of the blacksmith shop is constantly waving the sledgehammer in his hand, striving to be worthy of the gift of each iron ingot to mankind.

As a powerful blacksmith, Xiao Tiezhu is well-known among the many vendors in the workshop area.

He was cheerful and hospitable, so travelers preferred him to other wary blacksmiths.

Although he is not very old, the things he makes are delicate and wearable, and they are highly praised.

The light above his head was suddenly obscured, and Xiao Tiezhu subconsciously raised his head and saw a white-haired man standing in front of his shop.

Unlike the others, Xiao Tiezhu was accustomed to looking at his weapons before looking at others.

In his own words, a weapon can reflect the personality and habits of the user.

"This knife...... Not only is the blade streamlined perfect, but the material is even more difficult to fathom, and it is definitely a famous knife from the hands of a master! Not only that, but how exactly does this gentleman take care of it? It can be maintained so perfectly! Xiao Tiezhu's mouth opened wide, his heart full of horror, and he gasped at the same time.

Looking up at Yang Bai with a complicated gaze, his judgment was that this must be a very powerful person.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to know that the Ancient Dust Taidao was an extraordinary product from the system, let alone that all system equipment had the extraordinary characteristic of "never wearing".

At this time, Yu Xiaotiezhu looked at each other, although it was a familiar game NPC, Yang Bai still couldn't help but pop up an idea.

"This guy can't be stupid, right?" After all, the feeling that Xiao Tiezhu gave him was that he was stunned and stupid (all kinds of reactions after seeing the ancient relics of the Taidao).

"That...... I want to inform a person. Yang Bai hesitated and said.

Hearing Yang Bai's words, Xiao Tiezhu withdrew his reluctant gaze locked on the Ancient Relic Sword, and at the same time realized that he must have lost his temper just now.

"I'm sorry, who are you looking for, I know everyone around here!" Little Hammer scratched his head and laughed.

"Sure enough, it's a fool." Yang Bai thought secretly in his heart, and at the same time showed a caring and mentally handicapped gaze, seeing that Little Iron Hammer was uncomfortable.

"May I ask if you know Xilan?" Yang Bai asked.

"One of the Four Sword Saints, the Taidao Sword Saint Master Xilan?" Little Iron Hammer pronounced Xilan's name, but his expression was a little strange.

"That's him!" Yang Bai nodded hurriedly.

"If you're looking for him, I'll recommend you a few places......" Hammer fell into deep thought, as if remembering something.

"East Lane Izakaya, Thyme Tavern, Daughter Red Hotel, Night Primrose Tavern......" The little hammer broke for a long time, but all the names of the taverns were said.

Frowning, Yang Bai now finally knew why Little Iron Hammer had such a strange expression just now.

"You can find him, if I can't find him in these places, then he must be sleeping in his own dojo, the specific address is......" Little Iron Hammer Ancient Dao warmly provided news to Yang Bai.

Speaking of the rise, he even began to help Yang Bai analyze the person of Xilan.

In short, this famous Four Sword Saints is well known in Su Mu, but it is the notorious kind......

He is verbose and humorous, and his hearing has been weakened by old ear injuries in the past, and because he can't hear whispered conversations, he always has difficulty controlling his volume and speaking loudly.

He drank heavily all day long and was troublesome, so the dojo was completely deserted, and there were no apprentices at all.

And because of his handsome appearance and strong reputation, there are many women who are attracted, but after getting to know him a little, they have abandoned the dark and joined the army of black fans.

So he is nearly forty years old, and he is still single!

"Scrapped ......" this is Yang Bai's evaluation of Xilan.

According to Little Hammer's instructions, he searched all the taverns in Su Lan, and as long as he asked, there were no people in them who didn't know Xilan, but unfortunately he wasn't there.

Finally came to the address of the dojo given by Little Hammer, Yang Bai glanced at the building in front of him, and then showed a disgusted expression.

Most of the walls around the dojo had fallen off, and cracked turns flowed out of them, and the entire dojo was overgrown with withered grass and had not been taken care of at all.

The entire dojo was in a dilapidated state, and it seemed that it could collapse at any moment, and even many of the window papers had already appeared holes. If it weren't for the pleasant weather, I would have to freeze to death.

Especially the half of the plaque that is tilted downward, the words on it are no longer clear because of the wind and sun, and the whole plaque seems to need only a little more external force to fall off completely.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Bai came to the door and knocked twice, but as expected, he didn't get a response.

tried to push the door, but the entire sliding wooden door seemed to be stuck and couldn't be opened at all, so Yang Bai simply kicked it, and then walked into it step by step.

Eventually, he saw Xi Lan sleeping in a very distorted position in front of the offering table in the living room.

With every breath he breathes, he can exhale a large amount of alcohol, which is disgusting.

Looking at this glorious Xilan, Yang Bai somehow thought of Forrest Gump who was struggling in fate, Bahn, who was crazy but always pursued higher theories, and Buwanga, who managed the entire Bantu tribe.

There was an inexplicable anger in his heart, and Yang Bai kicked Xi Lan's comfortable face violently.

With a "snap", Xi Lan raised a hand, which seemed to instinctively block Yang Bai's kick, and then rolled and squatted on the ground, while holding his right hand on the scabbard at his waist.

"Scabbard?" Xi Lan was slightly stunned, only then did she realize that her Taidao was gone.

With two swings of the Tai Dao in his hand, Yang Bai frowned and rushed towards Xi Lan, while swinging out with his sword.

The pupils contracted, and Xi Lan, who was completely sober, dodged the sword very dangerously, and at the same time hurriedly said, "Who are you?" Why did you take my life?! ”

"Finally, you haven't abandoned your swordsmanship...... casually threw his sword out, just stabbing into the wall next to Xi Lan's face, Yang Bai used the system to observe his level, and found that this guy turned out to be the highest-ranking of the four sword saints he saw now.

"Who the hell are you?" Although he didn't know why Yang Bai wanted to attack him, Xi Lan found that Yang Bai had no killing intent on his body.

"Are you worthy of your identity as a Four Sword Saints?" Without answering his question, Yang Bai asked rhetorically.

"Ahem...... It's okay......" Xilan coughed a few times with a little weakness.

"Forget it, I'm Yang Bai, I came to you for something......" Yang Bai said helplessly.

"Yang Bai? Oh...... I know you, the leader of that organization of cold salads or something, right? That's right! Cold peanut tissue! Xilan seemed to suddenly realize.

"Sure enough, let's chop this guy up." Placing his hand on the handle of the Ancient Relic Sword, Yang Bai squinted his eyes and thought about where to stab Xi Lan.