After resting at Chen Yuan's house for one night, Yang Mo prepared to leave for Hengyang early the next morning, and when he left, he was ready to go to Chen Yuan to say goodbye.

This Chen Yuan is a blacksmith from near and far in Xinxiang, and he has gone to the shop to open the furnace to strike iron in the morning, and the jingling sound he heard when he woke up yesterday came from the blacksmith shop.

However, when he just lifted the corner of the back curtain of the shop, he saw three strong men walking into the shop, all dressed in black and dressed as Jianghu people with weapons on their waists.

One of the three was one-eyed, one had a white beard, and the last one was young, but his appearance was more characterless than the first two.

As soon as the young man finally came in, he shouted at Chen Yuan, "Boss, do you have weapons to sell here?" ”

Chen Yuan, who was burning the furnace, straightened up and said, "Three masters, I only build farm tools here, and I have never sold weapons. ”

Hearing Chen Yuan's answer, the three of them seemed to be a little dissatisfied, and the white-bearded man walked around the store left and right, and finally his eyes fell on the iron anvil.

I saw that he walked straight over, reached out and took a black object from the anvil, Yang Mo took a closer look, but found that it was something like a black iron bar.

The surface of this thing is rough, but the sides seem to have sharpened black and shiny edges because of frequent use, and a wooden handle is hastily inlaid in the hand, and the outside is wrapped with straw rope to prevent slipping.

Although the appearance of this thing is a little crude, in the eyes of Yang Mo, a modern person, there is a simple and simple beauty.

"And say there are no weapons, what is this?"

The white-bearded man held up the pitch-black sticker and questioned Chen Yuan loudly.

However, before Chen Yuan could answer, the young companion beside him asked first: "Brother Li, what are you doing with such an ugly thing, this is looking for a sword that my brother wants, let's go elsewhere." ”

As soon as the young man's voice fell, another one-eyed man also said: "That is, this place is not far from that Hengyang Cheng, and there will be good blades for sale when you get there." ”

But as soon as the two of them spoke, the white-bearded man showed a smug smile and said: "The two brothers both know that the best thing for brothers is the art of knowing the pulse and breaking the mine. ”

As he spoke, he turned his head to look at Chen Yuan and asked, "Where did you get this thing?" ”

Although Chen Yuan was confused, he replied honestly: "This is what I picked up from the river in the east, and after I found that it was sharper, I put it in the shop to cut iron ingots." ”

As soon as Chen Yuan's words came out, not only the eyes of the three Jianghu people lit up, but even Yang Mo's eyes became hot, where is this black sticker, it is completely a divine soldier that can cut steel and break iron.

"I bought it, and the silver is yours."

As he spoke, the white-bearded man took out a handful of broken silver from his bosom, and he was still on the anvil, and he opened his mouth to buy the black iron bar.

But Chen Yuan seemed to be quite precious about this thing, and he muttered unconsciously: "Uncle, I use this thing easily, and I don't want to sell it." ”

After Chen Yuan finished speaking, the three men suddenly became bigger, and the one-eyed one looked at Chen Yuan with a fierce face and asked, "Fool, do you know who the grandfathers are?" ”

Chen Yuan honestly shook his head and said that he didn't know, and Yang Mo in the back was also quite curious when he heard this, thinking that these three people were some big names in the original book.

But then, he heard the one-eyed man say proudly: "The three of us are the three heroes of Hunan who are famous in the lake!" ”

Hearing this, Yang Mo's expression behind the curtain was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He originally thought that these three guys were so aggressive that they would say something jaw-dropping, but he didn't expect that in the end, such a bad street name would be revealed, which made him really unable to hold back for a while.

However, his smile attracted the attention of the three guys, and the young man looked at the back of the blacksmith shop and said, "Who dares to laugh at our Hunan Sanxiong." ”

"The rats who hide their heads and tails, don't show up soon!" The white-bearded man chimed in.

When Yang Mo heard this, he held back a smile and walked out from behind the curtain.

After Yang Mo appeared, he had to say that his current image had changed dramatically from before.

After a big battle with Dingyi, the Taoist robe on his body has long been unable to wear, and the change of clothes has not been left at some point, and he is now wearing a coarse linen dress of Chen Yuan, and the whole person no longer looks like a Taoist priest.

And because of his injuries and blood loss, his face was a little pale, and he seemed to be a little sick, and he had lost all the spirit he had before the war.

So after the Hunan Sanxiong saw Yang Mo, his face suddenly showed contempt, and the one-eyed man sneered: "What kind of person should I be, it turns out to be a sick ghost." ”

Yang Mo ignored the one-eyed dragon's cold words, walked in two or three steps in front of the white-haired man, stretched out his hand and said, "Hand it over." ”

When the white-haired man heard this, he knew that Yang Mo was talking about the black divine weapon in his hand, and his eyes widened: "Boy, I think you are impatient." ”

Hearing this, Yang Mo gently pressed the following on the table next to him with the palm of his hand, and then asked with a smile: "Really?" ”

When the white-haired man heard this, he was so angry that he wanted to make a move, but he was stopped by the frightened young man beside him.

He was about to ask the other party why he was pulling him, but he saw that the young man gestured to the table that Yang Mo had pressed with his eyes, he turned his head to look at the table, and was so frightened that he was in a cold sweat on the spot.

I saw that on the wooden table where the farm tools were placed, where Yang Mo had just pressed it, a finger-deep handprint silently appeared, which was obviously pressed by the young man in front of him.

The white-haired man asked himself, his martial arts are the best among the three heroes in Hunan, but it is easy for him to smash this table with one palm, and it is impossible to press a palm print silently.

As soon as he thought about this required internal skill, he understood how terrifying the pale young man in front of him was, and that kind of strength was definitely not something that the three of them could handle.

However, despite seeing Yang Mo's strength, thinking about the blade of this black divine weapon, it was still a little heart-wrenching for him to give up.

Yang Mo seemed to see the hesitation of the person in front of him, a smile on his face was closed, and he said in a deep voice: "Before I have the intention of killing, put down my things and get out quickly!" ”

Hearing this, the hot-tempered one-eyed man did not agree, although the sick young man seemed to be strong in martial arts, but it was impossible for them to hand over the weapons in their hands in a few words.

Thinking of this, the one-eyed man choked on his waist knife and shouted: "If you want something, first ask me if I agree to this knife." ”

After the one-eyed man finished speaking, he was stopped by the two companions around him, and directly slashed at Yang Mo with a knife.

But before the one-eyed man's knife was halfway out, he heard a whooshing sound, followed by the one-eyed man who screamed in pain, and there was already an iron nail stuck in the arm holding the knife, and blood was flowing.

When the two companions next to him saw the one-eyed man doing it, they thought about stepping forward to help, but when they saw that the young man picked up an iron nail and injured the one-eyed man, they hurriedly put down the black iron bar and dragged the one-eyed man to flee in a hurry.

After watching the three of them walk away, Yang Mo, who had a relaxed face just now, suddenly showed a painful expression, and stretched out his hand to cover his left shoulder, only to see that blood had begun to ooze from the clothes there.

The reason why Yang Mo wanted to demonstrate with internal force first and then shoot with an iron nail just now was to scare the three people in front of him away.

It turned out that the injuries on his body were not good yet, and it was okay to deal with them simply, but if he really fought with these people, although he would not lose, he would not be able to stop them from escaping.

He leaned forward and picked up the black iron bar, thinking to himself that he had just lost his weapon to kill the Qingcheng faction, and this black strange sword was just right for him.

casually threw a piece of silver to Chen Yuan, who was already scared, and after Yang Mo said goodbye to the other party, he packed his luggage and rode towards Hengyang City.