"Young master, I lost. Sledgehammer stood up, walked in front of Ye Changsheng, and said ashamedly.

Sledgehammer has not yet realized as a cultivator, but he has lost to a child, and he is somewhat frustrated.

Ye Changsheng encouraged: "It's nothing, just practice diligently." ”

There is no need to tell Sledgehammer the truth, firstly, it is not necessary, and secondly, it can also remind Sledgehammer not to be complacent.

Twelve-year-old masters of the Chong Qi Realm are definitely not many in this world, but they are definitely not less.

Otherwise, there will be no demons like Wuzhen and Demon Bell, and there are many, many more such demons.

Ye Changsheng was far away from the circle of that genius elite, but that didn't mean that that circle didn't exist.

At any time, we must not underestimate the people of the world.

"Big man, you're very powerful, we'll fight again next time!" the little prince was inexplicably excited, wiping his sweat and saying loudly.

Sledgehammer looked unconvinced, and said in a muffled voice: "Okay!"

Fang Wuxian looked at the sledgehammer with a smile, and suddenly said to Ye Changsheng: "Young Master Ye, good seedling." ”

With his eyesight, of course, he can see that the sledgehammer is the body of a power bully, and he can also see that the sledgehammer has not been cultivated for a long time, and it lacks actual combat experience.

But the sledgehammer is no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, and his future achievements are limitless.

Ye Changsheng said humbly: "The seniors have won the award, and the young master of your mansion is the real young hero." ”

Of course, the little prince smiled proudly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he was eager to try: "Ye Changsheng, presumably your strength is not weak!"

Ye Changsheng said vaguely: "Leg diseases often attack in the lower legs, and I can't do it accurately." ”

The little prince had a strange expression, looked at Ye Changsheng's two long legs, and muttered, "When did the leg disease occur, it's not up to you to decide?"

Ye Changsheng smiled awkwardly and diverted the topic: "Listen to the accents of the two of you, from the capital?"

Fang Wuxian nodded, and also changed the topic: "Ye Gongzi, I heard that the design of the Sword Pavilion uses Tai Chi Yin and Yang, can you let us have a visit?"

Ye Changsheng nodded happily: "Of course you can, please." ”

Accompanied by Ye Changsheng, the master and servant first visited the hall on the first floor, and then climbed to the observation deck extending from the second floor to overlook the Taiji diagram in the hall.

The little prince looked at the sparkling sea of swords, as well as the Taiji Yin Yang Fish full of Taoist rhyme, and couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

When he was wandering around the first floor, he didn't feel anything special, but rather a little boring.

However, looking down from the second floor, what was originally boring suddenly became interesting.

The little prince suddenly looked at Ye Changsheng, who had a calm face, and couldn't help asking, "Ye Changsheng, I heard that someone is suppressing you, and it will open tomorrow, why aren't you in a hurry at all?"

If you are a normal person, shouldn't you be busy the day before the opening, and still have the leisure to play with people?

Tianbao Pavilion suppressed the Sword Pavilion so much, and even released words to ban it, from Ye Changsheng's face, how could he not see that he was in a hurry, nor could he see his frustration and grief?

And the little prince could feel that Ye Changsheng's calmness was really not pretended, but really calm.

Fang Wuxian smiled silently, and also looked at Ye Changsheng curiously.

The white-haired immortality is worthy of its name, but this skin and temperament are no less than those children of the family in the capital.

Although the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion was not worth mentioning in the eyes of the royal palace, to the Ye family, it was tantamount to a behemoth.

Under the pressure of such a huge force, Ye Changsheng could still remain calm and composed, just like no one else, how could he not surprise Fang Wuxian?

Ye Changsheng pointed to the Taiji sword diagram in the hall and asked with a smile, "Two Jue, are these swords placed beautifully?"

The little prince nodded without hesitation: "I have been to many weapons stores, most of them are the same, but yours is unique and refreshing." ”

"That's it," Ye Changsheng said half-truthfully, "What my Ye family relies on is the exquisite sword-casting craftsmanship of the Asking Sword Hall, and asking the Sword Pavilion, to put it bluntly, is just to show my Ye family's sword-casting craftsmanship." ”

"So what?" asked the little prince, who did not understand very well.

"So, people who really like swords don't buy them in stores, but place orders to order them. ”

The little prince's eyes couldn't help but light up: "Yes, good swords are tailor-made, a sword, as little as tens of thousands of taels of silver, as much as hundreds of thousands of taels, the sword in the shop is secondary, even if others want to block it, they can't ban it." ”

Fang Wuxian nodded in agreement, Ye Changsheng's words made some sense, but they confused cause and effect.

The purchasing power of the provincial magnates cannot be ignored, and it is often a bellwether.

If they didn't order the sword of the Sword Pavilion, and they didn't even want to look at it, how could the powerful people of other counties place an order?

If this goes on for a long time, can Jian Ge gain a firm foothold in the provincial capital?

Just with those friendly orders, how can it last long?

So in the final analysis, Ye Changsheng still has to win the support of the provincial magnates, otherwise everything will be suspended.

Fang Wuxian pondered silently, put himself in his shoes, and if he was Ye Changsheng, he couldn't find a way to break the situation for a while.

Could it be that Ye Changsheng's calmness was pretended, or was he hiding something?

That's it, anyway, there will be an answer tomorrow, if Ye Changsheng can't clean up the scene, isn't there still a little prince.

The little prince had just had a fight, and finally he was tired, and he yawned and left the Sword Pavilion.

The shopkeeper He Youguang sent the guests away, came to Ye Changsheng's side, and said, "Son, my subordinates saw that the master was a nobleman, so they made a claim before and invited them in. ”

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "How do you know that he is a nobleman?"

He Youguang whispered: "That young master, just looking at his bearing, is extraordinary, with a fluent Beijing accent, and the old slave who followed him is clearly a eunuch!"

Ye Changsheng smiled with satisfaction, so he couldn't underestimate the people of the world, He Youguang's experience and vision of seeing people were much better than him.

If it weren't for seeing that young master fighting with a sledgehammer, Ye Changsheng would never have thought that the Jinchuan sword ordered by the envoy was tailor-made for that young master.

The Jinchuan Sword was the third long sword infused with demonic thoughts, but what made Changsheng wonder was that since that young master had used a sword, why was it not affected by demonic thoughts?

The technique of infusing the demon thought into the weapon of the Infinite Demon Venerable is very subtle, even if there is no blood as a guide, as long as the owner of the sword has been in contact for a long time, it will also be affected by the demon thought.

What relieved Changsheng was that neither the young master nor the old eunuch had any ill will towards him, which showed that the secret of the Jinchuan Sword had not been exposed.

Outside the garden, Ye Xiangxi walked forward with a few subordinates, bowed down and saluted: "Son, it's all done!"

"It's all done?"

"It's all done!"