Fan Jian's eyes widened and he looked at the embroidered handkerchief in the little girl's hand.

He couldn't help laughing and scolding: "Damn! Isn't this me embroidered? Please, little beauty, is this head so ugly?"

Tang Long was also stunned.

All four of them did not blink, staring at the embroidery in the little girl's hand.

I saw a person embroidered vividly on it, a person sitting on the bench, crossing Erlang's legs, drinking tea and eating melon seeds.

Who is that person not Fan Jian?

It's so similar!

It's so similar!

She didn't know Fan Jiansu, and she was able to embroider his image on the silk handkerchief in such a short period of time, so vivid, so vivid, this little girl is not simple.

"It's ugly. ”

The little girl bowed her head shyly.

Zhou Yan turned his head and looked at Fan Jian, who was waiting for Fan Jian's instructions.

Fan Jian nodded.

"Okay, little girl, you are so young that you are excellent in embroidery, and our head agrees to let you worship our three or four yam sects. ”

Zhou Yan said.

"Thank you, brother, thank you. ”

The little girl was detained and bowed to everyone in the tent.

"Come on, write your name on the roster, from now on, we will be a family, all under the command of the head of the family, the disciples of the three or four yam sects. ”

The little girl nodded.

Zhou Yan took out the roster and spread it out on the table.

The little girl took the brush and wrote three words neatly - Wang Xiaocao.

"Wang Xiaocao, good name. ”

Fan Jian exclaimed, and the little girl blushed.

"Thank you for the compliment, Xiaocao is self-aware, in fact, Xiaocao's name is very ordinary. ”

Compared with the names of Yun Potian, Zhou Yan, and Tang Long, Wang Xiaocao's name is indeed very ordinary, but her name is just like her person, vibrant, vigorous, low-key and subtle, but she has unique skills.

Next, Fan Jian introduced the two senior brothers to Wang Xiaocao, the three senior brothers and sisters knew each other, and Niu Xiaocao gave a salute to the two senior brothers.

Fan Jian quietly glanced at the control panel in the sea, and he saw that the column of [Sect Construction] had finally changed, becoming 8\/10000000

"Hehe, I have recruited three disciples, increased three values, and taken a solid step towards the Holy Land of the Three or Four Yam Sect for the Great Cause of the Thousand Autumns!"

Fan Jian was secretly happy in his heart.

"Jingle Bell...... Jingle ......"

Suddenly.

The sound of metal crashing again, from far and near, came from Fan Jian's side.

Fan Jian followed the prestige, and saw a burly man in fine costume, carrying an iron-striking pick, wiping sweat while swaying, walking towards his tent.

It was a blacksmith who carried the stove on one side of his burden and the various tools for striking iron on the other.

He was one meter eighty-five tall, burly, with big shoulders and a round waist, and the skin on his body was bronzed.

"I heard that your sect specializes in recruiting geniuses, what do you think of me?"

The blacksmith came to the tent, put down his burden, patted his chest, and smiled at Fan Jian and the others.

Fan Jian only glanced at him, and he was envious to death.

Holy!

This is simply the Oriental version of Schwarzenegger!

This body, this muscles, this power!

It's just no one.

The arrival of the blacksmith aroused the interest of everyone around.

Everyone was confused by the number of ways Fan Jian recruited disciples.

He first recruited an unkempt man named Hanako, then recruited the first kendo genius in Fengming City, and then recruited a little girl who could embroider, and now a blacksmith came.

These three or four yam sects, is it a cultivation realm sect, or is it a grocery store?

Zhou Yan turned his head to glance at Fan Jian, who nodded at him.

Zhou Yan looked at the blacksmith and said, "Okay, our head will give you a chance, you can show your skills in front of our head of the house." ”

"Okay!"

The blacksmith agreed, and began to tinker.

He put the iron frame in place, and the stove burned loudly.

He picked up a piece of iron from the side and threw it into the fire to warm it.

A moment later.

The piece of iron was burned red, and he skillfully used a clamp to clip out the red piece of iron, and then put it on the iron rack, ding ding dong, a very rhythmic rotation of the hammer, and a beating.

After a few moments of tapping.

He threw himself into the fire again and warmed it up, nine times in a row.

With his blow, the piece of iron turned into a heart guard, jet-black and shiny, with a special metallic luster.

Sting!

Finally, use a clip to put it in the water to cool down.

When taken out again, the goggles have become recognizable.

"This is the Li clan's unique forging process, and this heart shield can resist any Qingfeng sword attack below the ninth grade. ”

The blacksmith held the heart guard in both hands and handed it to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan took the heart guard and turned his head to look at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian smiled: "Since the heart goggles you have created are so powerful, then let Yun Potian stab a sword to see if his sword is sharp, or your heart goggles are strong." ”

"No problem. ”

The blacksmith readily agreed, took the heart guard from Zhou Yan's hand, put it on his heart, and said to Yun Potian on the side: "Please." ”

Yun Potian took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He was actually very angry in his heart, he was the number one kendo genius in Fengming City, but in the end, he was defeated by Tang Long with a wooden stick in front of the public, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Although it was Fan Jian who commanded Tang Long and defeated him, he was still defeated.

But every genius has a proud heart!

He didn't want to be seen by Fan Jian, he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

He wanted to prove himself in front of Fan Jian, and he wanted to prove himself before the world.

Therefore, this time, he must not insult the name of the number one kendo genius in Fengming City.

He drew his long sword and said to the blacksmith very seriously: "You take away the goggles, away from your chest, I am afraid that my sword will pierce your goggles and stab you again." ”

Who knows, the blacksmith has no mercy.

"It's okay, you sting, my heart guards are very strong. ”

The blacksmith patted his chest and grinned.

"Well, you brought it on yourself, stabbed you, don't blame me. ”

"You can come. ”

The blacksmith waved his hand, signaling Yun Potian to come and stab.

Yun Potian took a deep breath, and the sword in his hand stabbed out with lightning.

Bite!

A high-pitched, piercing metal clash was heard.

The sword in Yun Potian's hand suddenly broke.

And the blacksmith just took a step back, and the heart guard on his chest didn't have anything to do.

"What a hard heart goggles!"

Yun Potian couldn't help but smack his tongue.

His Qingfeng sword, although not ancestral, was also cast by a famous swordsman and accompanied him for more than ten years.

Unexpectedly, today it was cut off under this heart glass.

"Good, beautiful!"

Fan Jian raised his hand and applauded.

The heart shield that can easily break the Qingfeng Sword is simply a strengthened version of body armor! This thing is harmless when worn on the body.