In front of a gate made of countless iron swords, Ye Changsheng looked up at the newly replaced plaque.

He likes this name, and asking the sword world is the way he will go in the future.

Wenjiantang has become a huge construction site, full of busy people and apprentices.

The One Sword Forge Room has been rebuilt, other buildings have been expanded and repaired, and new buildings are being built.

The Sword Hall has suspended accepting orders from outside, but the previous orders are still to be completed, so several other sword casting rooms are in operation.

Upon learning that the young hall master was coming, Elder Lu and the others hurriedly came out to greet them.

The old people of the Ye family are all ragged and dirty, and they are obviously not idle, digesting the new casting process.

Their efforts were not in vain, several old people have been able to forge a Lingwu-level low-grade long sword, and the success rate has reached sixty percent!

This has surpassed the level of the old hall master back then, how can it not make the old man feel excited?

In the hall, Ma Liming, the chief manager of the Sword Casting Hall, stepped forward and told him about the expansion of the Sword Hall.

Then asked Ye Xiaozhong, the chief financial manager of Jiantang, the son of the housekeeper Ye Zhong, and showed the income and expenditure account book to Ye Changsheng.

Ye Xiangbei, the chief guard of the guard, the steward of the two courts, and the sword forging elder, stepped forward to report in turn.

Ye Changsheng sat on the sword pedestal of the Eighteen Iron Sword, habitually wandering outside the object, but he still couldn't help nodding his head and making a patient listening look.

In his previous life, it was his indifference, even impatience, that laid the hidden danger for his later detachment.

It's hard to change nature, but he won't make the same mistake again.

Sure enough, the high-level officials of the Asking Sword Hall who had finished reporting were all red and energetic.

Everything is on the right track, and everyone can foresee a brilliant tomorrow for the Sword Hall.

Under the leadership of the young hall master, asking the sword world is no longer an ethereal ideal.

Although there will be twists and turns on the road, although there will be obstacles of one kind or another, haven't they always come this way?

Just wait for the young hall master to get back the ethereal sword, and everything will be even more perfect.

That sword represents the highest level of the Sword Hall.

That sword represents the extraordinary identity of the young hall master.

Yes, the heir of the Divine Refining Bloodline!

Accompanied by everyone, Ye Changsheng inspected the circle, and then went to a vacated sword forging room.

Changsheng does not forge swords this time, but casts crossbow arrows.

Before going to the Black Wind Ridge trial, he had to make some preparations, and the crossbow in his hand was undoubtedly a sharp weapon for self-defense.

In the past, due to the inconvenience of carrying, Changsheng was only equipped with four crossbow arrows, but now that he has the storage space of the Demon Ring, he can prepare more.

Thanks to Elder Lu's countless attempts, a lot of the fine iron stored in the warehouse has been smelted and cast seven or eight times.

These refined irons can directly forge Lingwu-level weapons, and crossbow arrows are no problem.

The casting of the bolt is very simple, the molten iron is poured into a ready-made mold, cooled and polished, and the result is done.

An hour later, twelve crossbow arrows were cast, and their sharpness surpassed the previous four crossbow arrows.

On the shaft of the crossbow arrow, Changsheng specially designed a groove to make the arrow faster and more stable.

Out of his usual rigor, Changsheng tested the crossbow arrows one by one, then loaded them into a box and put them into the demon space.

Without alarming those busy people, Ye Changsheng returned home under the escort of Qiu Tianyou, the right worshipper.

Horse-drawn carriages drove along country roads, through layers of rain.

Without warning, the coachman and the Ye family warrior sitting in front of the car had two blood flowers splashing around their necks!

In the carriage, Ye Changsheng's eyes were raised, and Qiu Tianyou on the opposite side broke through the top and rose to the sky.

Suspended in mid-air, Qiu Tianyou looked around vigilantly, and finally set his eyes on the two deceased.

Opening the door of the carriage, Qiu Tianyou handed two blood-stained ice blades to Ye Changsheng, and said in a deep voice: "Childe, you are a master!"

Ice skates?!

Ye Changsheng's eyes couldn't help but froze.

He had thought that the assassins were remnants of the Hong family, but now it seemed that the situation was not quite right.

Those who can condense rainwater into ice blades and take people's lives from a hundred meters away can only be a master of the Transformation Realm, and they are masters of the Transformation Realm.

Such a master is enough to kill him personally, and he can't kill a chauffeur and a samurai.

Is it a warning?

Ye Changsheng thought of something, and his heart moved slightly.

The carriage continued on its way, and after entering the town, it stopped in front of the gate of the Question Sword Pavilion.

The plaque of the Question Sword Pavilion was smashed and scattered in front of the door.

The shop was in shambles, sword stands were torn apart, and long swords were scattered all over the ground.

Stretchers were carried out one by one, and the blood of the wounded was spilled on the steps and on the stone floor in front of the door.

Ye Changsheng leaned over and picked up a smashed plaque, and deep in his pupils, revealing a deep chill.

Ye Xiangnan's clothes were soaked with rain, and he stepped forward and said in a deep voice: "Childe, Feng Lao broke three ribs, and the guys in the store are fine, just Xiaofuzi, his limbs have been broken, I'm afraid that in the future, I can only lie on the bed!"

As he spoke, Ye Xiangnan couldn't bear to bow his head.

Little Fuzi?

Changsheng remembered that he was a fugitive orphan taken in by Sledgehammer, and he was not yet ten years old this year.

Because he is clever and can read and write, two days ago, Xiaofuzi was sent to Wenjian Pavilion by a sledgehammer and became the youngest apprentice.

Don't you let a ten-year-old go?

"Who did it?"

Ye Xiangnan gritted his teeth and said, "Ding family!"

The Ding family?

Not the Huang family?

"Young Master!"

Outside the crowd of onlookers, there was a mournful roar, and the sledgehammer ran over with a hammer for striking iron.

Sledgehammer draped in long, wet hair, tears crawled all over his face, and he fell to his knees with a puff and let out a suppressed cry.

Ye Changsheng looked at the blood flowing down the steps, and said coldly: "To the south, gather people, let's go to Ding's house." ”

Ye Xiangnan said cautiously: "Childe, this matter is unusual, let's ......"

Ye Changsheng picked up the sledgehammer that cried bitterly: "You go with me." ”

Sledgehammer nodded vigorously, wiped a handful of tears and stood up, clenching the hammer in his hand.

Ye Xiangnan knew that Gongzi had made up his mind, so he hurriedly went down to gather people.

In Sanshui Town, the Ding family is just a second-rate magnate, so there is no need to worry about it at all.

What Ye Xiangnan is worried about is the people behind the Ding family.

......

Dingfu, located in the east of the town, is an ancient manor built on the water.

In the antique hall, there were bursts of hearty laughter.

"Good smash, good smash!" Ding Wancheng, the head of the Ding family, smiled leisurely.

The housekeeper said flatteringly: "Master, even the plaque has been smashed, and the Ye family's slap is not light." ”

Everyone present looked smug and smiled silently, but when they heard the Ye family, contempt flashed in their eyes.

What kind of thing is the Ye family, but a dilapidated outsider, how can He De occupy the Red Leaf Villa?

More than a dozen shops left by the Hong family were all sold by the Ye family, but the Ding family didn't take advantage of this feast of carving up.

So this time, as soon as the Huang family hinted that they wanted to give the Ye family a little color, they agreed without hesitation.

can not only take the opportunity to hug the thighs of the Huang family, but also shake the majesty in front of the powerful, the best of both worlds, why not?

Anyway, with the support of the Huang family, will they be afraid of a paralyzed person who has not grown all his hair?

It's a pity, it's just a matter of asking the Sword Pavilion, if you can smash the Sword Hall, then you can relieve your anger!

Just when everyone was boasting about the results of the battle, a warrior hurriedly came in and said, "Master, Ye Changsheng is coming at us with a lot of people!"

Everyone's hearts tightened and they stood up one after another.

Although they ridiculed the Ye family to the extreme and disdained Ye Changsheng, no one could deny that the Ye family was able to bring down the Hong family, and they still had some strength.

Ye Changsheng really wants to make a mess, I'm afraid it's a vicious battle.

When everyone was worried, Ding Wancheng let out a sharp sneer and said proudly: "Come on, go and invite Jingyun Gongzi!"

"Boom!"

As soon as Ding Wancheng's voice fell, a huge roar came from the direction of the mansion gate.