On this day, the always lively Feng clan's iron-making was especially lively than usual, because there was a very distinguished guest, Cen Xuanming, a young son from the Fenglei Cen clan of the Yecheng clan.

When Cen Xuanming came for the first time, the big shopkeeper and the little shopkeeper were so happy that they did their best to entertain them and do what they liked, hoping to catch up with this famous family and plant a cash cow.

However, it backfired, Cen Xuanming came this time, brought more than 30 people, led a lame black horse, and didn't say a word, so he made a big fuss first. The big blacksmiths and the little blacksmiths were all silent, the hammers no longer clanged, the bellows no longer whirred, and the iron-making tables and counters were almost all shut down. Even the patrol camp was alarmed, and hurried over, and more than 100 people surrounded the huge shops, blocking the people who stretched their necks to see the excitement.

The gold-lettered signboard of "Feng's Iron Smelting" is crumbling.

"My Kicking Cloud Oolong Horse is a descendant of the Jedi Wuqi, one of the hundred famous horses of the Warring States, and the bloodline inheritance written on the "Jizhou Horse Spectrum" is clear, you can go and check it!"

In the reception hall, a man in brocade clothes gently stroked the face of the black steed, and said with great pain: "Kicking Cloud is my favorite horse, and its value can't be worth even if you sell your entire shop!"

The big shopkeeper Lao Feng Yuan was a tall old man with a red face and a chubby face, and at this time, he looked bitter, bent over, and said with a smile: "Master Cen, Cen Fu spent a lot of money to buy this cloud kicking oolong BMW from the Zhaowu Racecourse of the Zhao family in Heyang, and no one knows about this matter in Yecheng, but all those who love horses are very envious, and they all feel fortunate to have three lives when they look at the style of the oolong kicking the clouds from a distance." The value of this BMW, the old man naturally knows it, and he dare not doubt it. But ......"

"But what?"

Cen Xuanming's expression was gloomy.

The big shopkeeper stubbornly said: "However, even if it is a 100,000 gold BMW, it will inevitably have a hoof, and the son's horse accidentally broke his leg, and it is not necessarily because of the nailing of my horse's shoe, so you can't blame us directly regardless of 3721, right?"

Cen Xuanming turned around, revealing a fair-skinned and handsome face, looked at Old Man Feng, and said coldly: "You mean to say that this son is deliberately embarrassed for you today, right? Hey, who do you think you are, the shopkeeper of a small blacksmith shop, and it is also worth the embarrassment of this son?"

The big shopkeeper hurriedly said: "No, no, no, the old decay has no such intention, no such intention...... It's just that, in the old and foolish opinion, the BMW stumbled, and maybe there are other reasons, if Gongzi Cen can be sure that the problem is the horseshoe, it will not be too late to come to me again for the trouble of Feng's ironmaking......"

"Strong words!"

Cen Xuanming snorted coldly and said: "Kick Yun has been with me for two years, he has traveled tens of thousands of miles with me, participated in hundreds of competitions large and small, and has never had any accidents, but he broke his leg after using your horseshoes, do you think this is a coincidence?"

"This ......"

The big shopkeeper was speechless.

Cen Xuanming sat on the chair and looked straight at the beloved horse standing in front of him, the haze between his eyebrows and deep regret did not dissipate for a long time.

The horse's head is high and the shoulders are broad, and the body is as black as ink, without a single variegated color, but all four hooves are snow-white, and the hooves and wrists are covered with long white hair, as if stepping on four cloud flowers.

Kicking the cloud oolong horse, the real horse is as its name suggests, and the appearance is really extraordinary.

Cen Xuanming just sat like this, staring at the horse, without saying a word, there were several particularly capable male and female attendants standing beside him, and there were more than thirty family members around him, with a heavy momentum.

The shopkeeper, as well as several other main persons in charge of the shop, were nervously accompanying him, all worried and anxious.

The captain of the patrol team sat steadily on the side, watching his nose and nose, and drinking a sip of fragrant tea from time to time, without any intention of interfering. There is no doubt that as long as Cen Xuanming doesn't make too much trouble, he won't take the lead in this idle matter. The dignified son of the Lei Cen clan is not something that he can afford to provoke as a small patrol captain.

Finally, the young boy spoke: "Who made this horseshoe, let him come to see me! Since he is a master, he should be a little level, and he will know if there is a problem by looking at this horseshoe himself." ”

The big shopkeeper exhaled lightly, wiped the beads of sweat on his forehead, and said respectfully: "Young Master Cen, please wait a while, the old man will go and call him over." ”

......

On the edge of the stove, Gong Wu stared at the sword embryo that was gradually turning red in the flames, and suddenly reprimanded: "Bastard! Stabilize it, the flames are all messed up." ”

Because it was a high-priced customized sword, there was no fault at all, and Huang Xiaonian, as a great blacksmith, personally pulled the bellows for the master. At this moment, the whole shop was alarmed, and most of the blacksmiths had stopped their work, and only a few people were still busy regardless of it, and their master and apprentice were two of them. After all, the apprentice is an apprentice, and his heart is far less stable than the master's, and he is frightened by this rarely experienced formation.

"Master Gong, the son of the Cen family wants to see you by name, you hurry up and take a look! That horse is really damned, it is not lame sooner or later, but if it nails our horseshoe, it will be lame, I hope it is not because of our horseshoes......"

Old man Feng hurriedly came to Gong Wu's side, and said worriedly: "You go and take a good look, talk to that little ancestor, it's best to pick up our responsibilities, let him be convinced, and leave obediently." Whether or not I can keep the gold-lettered signboard of Feng's iron-making for hundreds of years depends on you, Master Gong!"

Seeing that the time was almost up, Gong Wu pulled the sword embryo out of the fire and put it on the stage, and fought with a hammer, "Shopkeeper, I'm busy!" You go and tell him that as long as it's a horseshoe made by Gong Wu himself, there will be absolutely no problem. If he insists that the horseshoe is to blame, then it will be better to go to court, and when the time comes, I will come forward alone, and Feng's ironmaking will not have to bear any responsibility. ”

When Old Man Feng heard this, he hurriedly said: "Master Gong's words are wrong, my Feng clan's iron-making is also an eight-hundred-year-old brand in Yecheng, and there has never been a statement that the ironsmith has never been left to bear the burden alone. Alas, the matter is not mentioned. You should go and see the horse in person, and explain to the son of the Cen family what the result is, and then we will see that it will be done! Take a step back, even if the son of the Cen family has to make things difficult for us, my Feng family's ironmaking for hundreds of years and dozens of generations will not be in vain......"

"Ding!Ding!Ding......"

Gong Wu said while striking the iron: "In this case, then wait for me to finish this pass while it is hot, and then go with you to see that Cen Gongzi!"

"Oh, my old brother Gong! When is this coming, my shop is almost gone, why are you still so dead-eyed? Hurry up, come with me, if the little ancestor is in a hurry, I can't eat and walk around!"

Old man Feng completely lost his patience, and as he spoke, he grabbed Gong Wu by one arm and was about to pull him away.

What kind of person is Gong Wu, notoriously stubborn, where is he willing to follow, he just refuses to leave in front of this iron-making platform, and the hammer is still smashing down......

Huang Xiaonian suddenly interjected: "Master, why don't I go and see it?" I've been following you for so many years, if there is really any problem, I will definitely be able to see it." ”

Gong Wu didn't bother to pay attention to those troublesome things, but when he heard this, he was amnesty, and said without hesitation: "Okay, since you want to go, go there, remember, what to say, don't be sloppy, what's the matter, I have Master to carry it!"

"Yes, Master. ”

Huang Xiaonian nodded in agreement.

Old man Feng really couldn't resist this stubborn old man, so he had to retreat and leave with Huang Xiaonian.

......

Less than half an hour later, Old Man Feng and Huang Xiaonian went and returned, along with that Cen Xuan Ming Cen Gongzi, as well as several of his relatives.

"You are Qi Heng?"

Cen Xuanming asked the young man who was lying on the stage concentrating on polishing a special silver horseshoe.

"It's me. ”

The young man didn't raise his head.

"Huh!"

A horsewhip slammed into the boy's neck.

It's too late, it's too soon.

The young man came first, clamped the wrist of the person holding the whip, raised his left foot, and kicked backwards violently, Cen Xuanming was caught off guard, was kicked into the fly, and slammed into a pile of horsehoe semi-finished products, clanging and clanging.

This scene happened so suddenly, everyone couldn't react for a while, and they were stunned.

"Young Master!"

A red-clothed girl with a sword screamed in surprise and hurriedly went to help Cen Xuanming.

With two sword sounds, the other two entourages, one old and one young, immediately blocked in front of Cen Xuanming, and invariably drew their long swords, as if facing a great enemy!

The boy turned, wrapped his special silver horseshoe in his arms, and looked up at the strangers for the first time, still not yet understanding what was going on.

This young man is naturally Lin Qi, he originally used the pseudonym Qi Xiu, and after arriving in this Yecheng, he simply borrowed Lei Heng's name, calling himself Qi Heng, and temporarily lived in Feng's iron smelting to earn some money to ensure his life.

"Transformation Realm, Mortal Realm, Transformation Realm, Pseudo-Breaking Realm......"

Lynch quickly glanced at it, and finally his gaze fell on the black-bearded old man with the ape arm cultivation, because this person clearly had the cultivation of pseudo-breaking realm, which should not be underestimated.

Cen Xuanming ignored the outstretched hand of the girl in red, and stood up from the scattered horseshoe in a rage, with an upside-down black footprint on his chest, which was just kicked down by Lynch.

He looked at the young man, stretched out his hand and patted the footprints on his chest, his chest was hot and painful, and he couldn't help coughing a few times under his breath, and there was a faint fishy sweet smell in his throat and eyes, which was a slight pulmonary hemorrhage.

The girl in red came over and asked with concern, "Young Master, are you okay?"

Cen Xuanming said angrily: "What can I do, can I still be kicked to death?"

Seeing that his young master was fine, the two relatives, one old and one young, were a little relieved. The old man held the sword in his hand, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice: "Who are you? With such skills, how can you be a small blacksmith in this blacksmith shop?"

Lynch said lightly: "It's none of your business." ”

Cen Xuanming stepped forward and asked loudly, "Boy, why are you plotting against my horse? Who ordered you to come?"

"What?"

Lynch was inexplicable.

Old man Feng and Huang Xiaonian didn't expect things to develop to this point, you look at me, I look at you, and they are shocked beyond measure.

It turned out that when Huang Xiaonian went to see Cen Xuanming not long ago, he said that there might be a problem with the horseshoes, but the horseshoe was not made by his master Gong Wu, but by Qi Heng, a new blacksmith in the shop.

In this regard, although Old Man Feng had doubts in his heart, he didn't inquire much about it.

So, Cen Xuanming couldn't wait to come to ask for the guilt, seeing that the culprit didn't take himself seriously at all, the anger that had been pent up could no longer be suppressed, and he whipped the young man, and what happened later......

Although Lynch still didn't understand what was going on, at this moment, he was in a very helpless mood. If he was prepared, he would definitely be somewhat forbearant and disguised, and he would not have trouble if he could, but unfortunately what happened too abruptly just now, he instinctively defended and counterattacked, and he couldn't keep his hands at all.

Not only Lynch, but Cen Xuanming is actually the same, as the son of the Fenglei Cen clan, he naturally has considerable skills, but he didn't expect that the so-called little blacksmith Qi Heng was actually a hard stubble, careless for a while, and was beaten very embarrassed.

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