Qian Yue didn't have the belief that the sword was in the sword and forgot about death, but when he saw that the magic weapon that he had poured countless efforts into refining was accepted by Ye Changsheng, he was suddenly furious.

However, he forgot that he was not Ye Changsheng's opponent at all, even the long sword in his hand was a very powerful magic weapon.

The immortal sword in Ye Changsheng's hand, the cold light was clear, and a violent murderous aura roared out, like a substance, penetrating Qian Yue's body.

Qian Yue felt a piercing chill all over his body, and an unprecedented horror struck him, breaking his will and frightening him to almost incontinent.

His legs trembled, and he didn't notice that the long sword in his hand fell to the ground, but he just looked at Ye Changsheng with a pair of frightened eyes, his eyes were full of despair.

At this moment, a heavenly sound came to his ears.

"Ye Gongzi, be merciful!" An old man in gray walked through the crowd and strode towards Ye Changsheng's hand.

Ye Changsheng looked at Qian Yue with cold eyes, and put his sword into the sheath.

Qian Yue was soaked in cold sweat, fell to his knees with a pop, and then vomited.

The other officials were also relieved, and saluted the old man in gray one after another: "Mu Lao!"

Mu Lao's face was grim, he turned a blind eye to the saluting person, and went straight to Ye Changsheng and stood still.

Mu Lao is not tall, but his waist is straight, and two sword-like white eyebrows fly into his sideburns, making his eyes more and more keen and sharp.

Ye Changsheng calmly looked at these eyes, and said coldly: "You are the one who planned all this behind the scenes?"

Mu Lao nodded very dryly: "Yes, it is the old man!"

Ye Changsheng believed it, he had already guessed that the main messenger behind the scenes could not be a big man.

If it is a big person, it is impossible not to know the existence of Su Yun, and it is impossible not to grasp the movements of the second prince Su Yuanfang, only people who don't know anything will use such inferior means to deal with him, not only inferior, but also too small.

Of course, the old man in front of him is definitely not a small person, there are seven or eight sword-forging masters in Furong City, but there are only three of the most prestigious, and there happens to be one surnamed Mu among them.

Mu Qingke, Master of Aoki Hall, one of the top ten swordsmiths of the Glory Federation, honorary president of the Glory Federation Swordsmiths Guild, senior advisor of the Royal Eastern Capital Arms Construction Bureau of the Glory Federation, and senior counselor of the Southwest Military Department of the Glory Federation,...... , there are all kinds of titles, and there are more than 20 titles added to Mu Qingke.

A hundred years ago, Mu Qingke founded Aokido with his unique sword-casting skills, and after a hundred years of development, Aokido has become one of the three major sword-casting workshops in the Federation.

The long sword cast by Aokido is a weapon designated by the Southwest Mountain Army of the Federation, for no other reason, only Mu Qingke's unique sword-casting skills can cast weapons that can adapt to the harsh environment and meet the needs of mountain warfare.

It was precisely because of his close cooperation with the military that Mu Qingke brought him a huge reputation and established his status as a master of sword forging in one fell swoop.

With such a pivotal figure, how could Ye Changsheng not know that at this moment, he hoped that the old man in front of him was not Mu Qingke.

It's a pity that he was disappointed, Qian Yue was brave enough, stood behind the old man, pointed at Ye Changsheng and said sharply: "Ye Changsheng, don't salute when you see Master Mu Qingke!"

Ye Chang ignored Qian Yue, and looked at Mu Qingke with puzzled eyes: "Mu Lao, have you offended you?"

The corners of Mu Qingke's mouth twitched slightly, and he said in a deep voice: "A few months ago, the old man spent a lot of money to get a cheatbook, just because of you, the cheats didn't get it, and that large sum of money was also wasted!"

A few months ago, cheats?

Ye Changsheng thought for a moment, and suddenly his heart moved.

Mu Qingke is a swordsmith, and the cheats in his mouth are naturally related to sword casting, and what he can call a cheat is probably from the sword-casting experience of the Ye family in Maple City.

And the two scum of the Tianye family, Ye Congxin and Ye Congwen, definitely did such a thing as selling cheats for money, but unfortunately, those two scum were killed by Su Yun looking for someone, and their deal with Mu Qingke was ruined.

Obviously, Mu Qingke had already decided that the death of the two scum was inseparable from him, so he found some people and set up a situation to deal with him.

The reason why Ye Changsheng felt that the pattern of this bureau was small was because even if Mu Qingke succeeded, it would not kill him, but would only make him lose face and take a big blow to his reputation in the Federation.

Probably because of this, Mu Qingke saw that the matter was revealed, so he generously admitted it.

It's just that this old man is so understated and so reasonable, isn't it a little too arrogant?

Ye Changsheng looked at the old man who was standing proudly, looked at a group of dogs who were growing bolder, and said coldly: "Old Mu, the Ye family came to study in Honglu Temple, it was the suggestion made by the Su family, and the Su family personally came forward to arrange it, so you didn't just hit me in the face." ”

Su family?!

Mu Qingke's face changed slightly, and the faces of several officials turned pale again.

Uh,

The triangular-eyed ceremonial officer rolled his eyelids and fainted again.

Mu Qingke's face regained his calmness, and he said solemnly: "Tonight's matter, the old man will personally explain to His Royal Highness the Second Prince, but you, Ye Changsheng, if you want to participate in this exchange conference, you must pass the old man's level, only if you defeat the old man's eldest disciple, your identity as a sword forging master will be recognized." ”

Ye Changsheng smiled: "Why not you, but your eldest disciple?"

Mu Qingke laughed angrily: "What a doll who doesn't know the height of the sky, wait until you defeat the old man's eldest disciple, and then say such arrogant words!"

Ye Changsheng nodded: "I took the challenge, if I lose, I will never touch the sword again, your big disciple will lose, the same is true." ”

Mu Qingke's face changed again, and he said proudly: "Ruthless enough, then a word is a decision, five days later, there will be a showdown!"

He turned to look at the waiter who was standing stupidly, and said solemnly, "Why don't you take people back to the post house to rest?"

Wailang reacted, nodded hurriedly, just took a step, and hesitantly landed on his feet.

Ye Changsheng stood still with a look of surprise: "This matter is over like this?"

The contempt in Mu Qingke's eyes flashed: "Then what do you want?"

As soon as the words fell, Mu Qingke suddenly fell into a trance, and then a cold evil qi invaded his body, almost freezing their bodies.

Immediately after that, his legs ached, and he fell to the ground on his knees uncontrollably and knelt in front of Ye Changsheng!

The Immortal Sword was like a mountain, slowly pressing on Mu Qingke's shoulder.

Looking at Mu Qingke, who was stunned and struggling, Ye Changsheng slowly leaned over and stared at those bloodshot eyes: "We work hard to live, just so that we don't kneel down to others anymore, just to fight for the right to stand and speak, what kind of thing are you, dare to be such a person of my Ye family?"

Turning to look at the tearful sledgehammer, Ye Changsheng said coldly: "Sledgehammer, bring them all over, if anyone can't do twenty-one kneeling postures, or if they don't do it well enough, you will smash their heads!"