When Yan Suhuan stepped into the side hall, Qian Yuhuan, the current head of the Qian family, was holding a cyan ice cracked glaze cup back and forth, looking admirable, and he panicked to put down the cup when he heard a sound of footsteps.

"Lord Yan, I haven't seen you for a long time, but your demeanor is still the same" got up busily, with a flattering face.

It has only been a few decades since he took over the Qian family, this Qian Yu Heng is also a good ruler, Shuoyuan Qian has never been good at practicing martial arts formations, only obsessed with forging and business, although he is one of the four great immortal clans, but he is really famous for his gold and silver wealth.

Yan Suhuan's face was indifferent, and he said slowly, "The head of the Qian family doesn't have to be polite, I've been waiting for a long time, please take a seat."

Qian Yuheng only felt that a burst of orchid fragrance was floating by, Yan Suhui had already sat in the main seat, the phoenix eyes glanced lightly, his expression was slightly cool, and his blue eyes swept away, which made his heart nervous, and he immediately swallowed his saliva, reached out and picked up the teacup, pretending to drink tea.

But I couldn't help muttering in my heart, this Yan Lord still makes people feel quite oppressed, and only those blue eyes seem to be about to snatch people's souls, as if they will die here if they are not careful.

"The head of the Qian family arrived ahead of schedule, presumably there must be progress" Yan Suxuan supported his head with his left hand, and gently tapped the table with his right hand, asking casually.

Qian Yuheng had a chill down his spine, cold sweat broke out, he took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his forehead, and replied, "I'm afraid...... I'm afraid it will take some time" like a mosquito and a fly, and it is getting weaker and weaker.

Yan Suxuan's phoenix eyes turned suddenly, his face sank, and the cold aura around his body rose spontaneously, Qian Yuheng immediately got up, his fat body almost overturned the tea table on the side because of the large amount of his body, and he waved his hand in horror and explained, "But ...... But progress has been made, and it is ...... Never delay Lord Yan's plan"

"Heh, don't be afraid, the head of the Qian family can sit down and say slowly" Yan Suxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he chuckled, this Qian Yuheng has always been as timid as a mouse.

Qian Yuheng nodded dumbly, blinked, and felt as if he had experienced a catastrophe, escaped a difficulty, and picked up a life, took a deep breath, and replied, "That...... The sword of fire is the ...... The spiritual fire training of the back of the ancient divine beast Jianwei was cast in seventy-seven forty-nine days, and Jianxi has long disappeared, and we can only use it...... Replace it with a unicorn fire, and its ...... Among them, the forging materials required are ...... in addition to those given by Lord Yan It needs a few more flavors."

Yan Suxuan frowned slightly, and Qian Yuheng immediately picked up and said, "But...... But it's not hard to find, it's all ...... It's all some fire things, my Qian family still has it, there are still it, it's just a fire soldier, and the forging is ...... It will take a long time, please Yan Lord, forgive...... Grace is a "

After speaking, he stared nervously at the man in the main seat, trembling and trembling.

Yan Suhui played with the jade folding fan in his hand, and slowly thought about Qian Yuheng's words, but he also reasoned, this fire sword was also tempered thousands of times back then, and because Ning Yuge had been on the battlefield for a long time, he was even more spiritual, I am afraid that the replica version is just a fake after all, and I can't wait.

In other words, there are very few people in the world who can know it, and there is no evidence for those who can know it, unless they prove their identity.

"What the head of the Qian family said is reasonable, how many more days will it take" He raised his eyes and asked faintly.

"It will be completed in less than a month" Qian Yuheng is full of confidence now, with a smile on his fat face.

"Okay, the hard-working Qian family master, if this matter is successful, the things promised to the family master will naturally be presented with both hands" Yan Suxuan smiled, but the smile was as cold as snow in winter.

Qian Yuheng immediately saluted, and solemnly replied, "Xie Yan is the master"

He secretly looked at the man in the main seat with his spare eyes, and he was greatly relieved in his heart, although he and Yan Suhui were also known in his early years, a hundred years ago, he still remembered that this blue eyes shook the world, the green clothes were fluttering, the stranger was like jade, and the Yan family was unparalleled in the world.

The jade glass sword is different from ordinary swords, made by Yanchi Bi Lingjue, light and dexterous like a newborn thin bamboo, the whole body is green, faintly shining with blue light, no scabbard, light and abnormal.

It is this collection that looks like a master's elegant work, but it is a real murderous weapon, taking people's lives invisibly, and the speed of the sword is impossible to detect.

He sighed softly, he was once a bright young man, but also a poet and wine, chic and wanton, his blue eyes always flowed with a happy smile and gentleness, which made people envious, but today, it is treacherous and charming, which makes people frightened.

The face is still like white jade, and the blue eyes are still faint, but I no longer see the elegant and agile, and the demeanor is outstanding.

Although he didn't dare to ask more, he also guessed that the purpose of Yan Suxuan's recasting of the Fire Sword was mostly related to the Ning Song who was scattered a hundred years ago, and he only dared to recite this name silently once in his heart.

The past is like a cloud of smoke, no one dares to mention it now, a hundred years have passed, although he knows that the fire and sword will reappear, it will be a bloody storm, but he Qian can only take refuge in Yan Suxuan to save his life.

The ink lord faded out, ignorant of the world, he glanced at the man in the main seat, this world, isn't it his?

"Wu, take the head of the Qian family to Yuliu Courtyard to settle down," Yan Suxuan ordered.

"Yes" Wu entered the door and bowed his head, and turned to bend down and salute Qian Yuheng.

"Thank you...... Lord Xie Yan, "Qian Yuheng saw that there was nothing to do, and hurriedly thanked him and left, this hall was already cold and pressing, and he was sweating profusely, and he could finally be relieved.

Yan Suxuan was still sitting in the main seat, bowing his head and pondering, the jade fan swayed gently, and his blue eyes swayed slightly.

Lu Yu on the side hung his head and stood by, seeing that his master was not angry, and he was also relieved, thinking that the fire sword could be reforged, which was the first step in the family master's plan, and it didn't hurt to wait a little longer, and after Dacheng, it would be the death of Mo Jiu and Ning Yuge.