"Hahaha, idiot! This is the armor created by Master Almodo, the strongest forger in Mohatby, and even the Silver Knight's fine iron sword cannot be broken! ”

Scott shook his face and sneered loudly.

"It's the work of Master Almodo!"

Someone exclaimed in a low voice, this was the former royal forger of the Harilo Empire, and the equipment he created, even if it was just the most ordinary breastplate, was enough to make all Battle Qi cultivators grab their heads.

Even the Templar had no right to order him to craft weapons and armor for himself.

I didn't expect that the bearded Scott would have such equipment on his body, no wonder he would be so arrogant.

Now there's a good show to watch! This short foreigner has offended the plague god Scott, and needless to say, everyone knows what will happen.

"Oh my God, Master Almodo......"

In the blacksmith shop opposite the tavern, the muscular dwarf blacksmith suddenly shook his shoulder, and the hammer in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang", and his face was full of tears......

"Really?"

The corners of Hu Tian's mouth suddenly hooked, and a chilling smirk emerged.

The bearded Scott shuddered suddenly, and at that moment, there seemed to be a voice in the depths of his soul roaring - run!

"Y-What do you want to do?"

Scott suddenly raised his hands and crossed them in front of his chest, but it was too late!

He felt a cyan line in front of him, and before he could swallow the breath that Scott had inhaled into his viscera, a sharp pain came from his chest.

"Ah......h

Scott's low scream of pain seemed as if a crack had burst in the ground, trapping the beasts of Hell. He couldn't help but look down at his chest, where there was a bronze sword, the tip of the sword was an inch deep in his chest, and a touch of blood slowly soaked the cloak on his chest.

In the torn cloak, a gray-white breastplate was exposed, and a net-like crack was spreading from where the bronze sword was hit.

"Click......"

Several fragments of a broken cuirass, which fell from the cloak to the ground.

"Oh my God! That stranger actually slashed the heavy armor of the master caster! ”

He ...... Is he still human? ”

All around was the incredible sound of jaws falling to the ground, the air was filled with the sweetness of fruit wine and the strong aroma of ale, and the glass fell to the ground in pieces, and no one picked it up or cared.

At this moment, it seemed that the eyes of the whole world belonged to Hu Tian and the bronze sword in his hand.

"How so! This is a breastplate that the Silver Knight's sword cannot be cut through, and it was made by Master Almodo himself...... How can it be! ”

Scott's heart almost collapsed, and a sweet smell of blood spewed out of his throat with a "vomit" sound.

"You will pay for what you did today!"

Hu Tian slashed his knife and slashed heavily at Scott's neck.

The bearded beast spirit man who was more than two meters tall didn't even snort, his face was still unwilling, and he fell down violently......

The dwarf blacksmith in the blacksmith shop opposite had completely forgotten the hammer that had fallen to the ground and the red iron ingots on the coals, and allowed the burning fire to melt the ingots into hot molten iron.

His eyes stared directly at Hu Tian and the unsightly bronze sword in his hand, as if something was suddenly caught in his heart.

"Craftsman...... Craftsman ......"

The blacksmith muttered, and the whole person sat down on the ground......

Hu Tian put away the bronze sword, his face slightly solemn.

The sword just now gave him a new understanding of the battle armor. If it weren't for the fact that he had cultivated the Great Spiral Sword Technique and had this bronze sword, I am afraid that the person who fell today would be himself.

The people watching from the outside of the tavern were all avoiding his gaze and burrowed into the tavern one after another. Everyone's faces were squeezing their composure, and their slightly trembling hands could see that in their hearts, what a huge shock this scene had just brought to them.

It's been ten years......

The favelas of Feynman City haven't made any waves in a decade. People have almost forgotten something and have become accustomed to this poor and comfortable life.

And today, the child named Qiao Mai, and this terrible stranger, suddenly flashed a long-lost light in their hearts.

That kind of thing called "dreams......

At this moment, far away at the other end of Feynman City, on the third floor of a luxurious and upscale inn, near the very edge of the narrow partition window, the scarlet curtains almost obscured all the light that came in, and the whole room was hidden in mysterious darkness. In the midst of this, a white figure did not disappear because of the loss of sunlight, on the contrary, on the white robe, a crimson dragon pattern that almost entrenched the entire body shone with a terrifying light.

In the robe package, an old man with a white beard coughed slightly, and his cloudy eyes stared at the gray window lattice, as if he saw the stagnation of time through the window.

After a long time, I heard him murmur in a low voice.

"Twenty swords were swung in one move, each of which was pierced in the same position, without the slightest deviation...... No matter how powerful the armor is, it is impossible to withstand so many attacks in a short period of time. It seems that Almodo has been lazy all these years, he would never have imagined that there would be someone on this continent who would destroy his proud work so lightly......"

"Teacher, is he really that powerful?"

Beside the old man, a tall young man with long inky hair stood respectfully on the side and asked puzzledly.

The young man looked about the same age as Hu Tian, and even younger than him. In those deep red eyes, a strange three-point pattern was spinning rapidly.

"My child, how many swings can you do with one move?" The old man lifted his heavy eyelids and looked at the young man.

The young man was slightly stunned, "Attack with all your might...... Fifteen times. ”

"What realm are you in now?"

"Ten layers of battle spirit, teacher." The young man frowned, the murderous aura in his eyes rose suddenly, and the three-point pattern rotated even faster as if it had been attacked, and in a breath, the murderous aura disappeared, replaced by a clear red pupil.

"He only has the second layer of battle qi." The old man sighed slightly.

"What? But I clearly feel that the strength of the battle qi on his body has even surpassed mine! "The red-eyed young man, almost roaring out.

"Me too...... The sword he brought with him didn't look like it could be forged by the descendants of the craftsman. Among the vertical and horizontal wrinkles on the old man's face, a deep and terrifying scar ran through most of his face, and the scar seemed to be twitching again and again, like a strange worm buried under the skin.

"He seems to have cultivated a very powerful sword technique, but he seems to be unable to exert his full strength for the time being, otherwise what we see today would not be like this."

The young man's long hands were shaking slightly, and his face was ugly.

According to information from Shadow Hawk, in seven days, he killed one Knights of the Sun Temple, as well as twelve members of the Shadow Hawk...... It's a pity that we didn't find any information about him other than that, and the man appeared as if out of thin air......"

"Enough!"

The old man closed his eyes, and he looked a little angry.