"Presumptuous!"

"Vertical Zier dare!"

The three martial arts masters from the Fengjiang Grandmaster Alliance completely blackened their faces and shouted angrily.

A gust of wind howled out and swept across the street.

The thunderous sound made people's hearts feel like they had been hit hard.

The onlookers were shocked, and they exclaimed that they were worthy of being martial arts masters!

Jing Sansan stopped his movements, ignoring the young men lying on the ground wailing, "What a big breath." ”

This is really a very vague sentence.

Many Jianghu swordsmen looked at Jing Sansan blankly, not knowing why he suddenly came up with such a sentence.

Even the three martial arts masters were frowning, but seeing that the apprentice was beaten and had already broken his appearance, they didn't have the heart to guess what Jing Sansan meant, and one of the gray-haired and white-bearded grandmasters suddenly waved his sleeves and shouted: "The vertical son is arrogant!

"That is the Ouyang Grandmaster of the Fengjiang Grandmaster League, different from the grandmaster who sits in the rivers and lakes of the prefecture and county, but stays in Fengjiang all the year round, is the upper echelon of the Grandmaster League, became famous very early, it is said that he once fought with the great martial arts master Zao Wou-ki, and he was defeated in a hundred moves. ”

A swordsman recognized the identity of the gray-haired and white-bearded grandmaster, and said cautiously.

Someone next to him immediately accosted him, and said disapprehantly: "Isn't that still a loss." ”

"Then it also depends on who you lose, there is only one great master on the rivers and lakes, that is Zhao Wouji, who once killed the peak monk of the Second Realm with one sword, who among the martial arts masters can do it? That Grandmaster Ouyang can survive a hundred moves under the sword of Grand Master Zhao, which shows his strength!"

"The other two grandmasters are not simple characters, Grandmaster Huang and Grandmaster Mao, it is said that Grandmaster Mao is more powerful than Grandmaster Ouyang, just now I stood a little farther away, but I didn't find that it was the three of them who came to Baihong Town in person, although in terms of qualifications, these three grandmasters are not ranked in the top ten in the Fengjiang Grandmaster League, but if you really want to make a move, just Grandmaster Ouyang can enter the top five!"

"It seems that we can really only join in the fun, with them, how can that knife fall into our hands?"

Just when those swordsmen were talking, Jing Sansan took a lot of time to pluck out his ears, took out a few peanuts from his arms, and said while chewing: "I just saw that those guys with their nostrils were not pleasing to the eye, and I couldn't help but beat them, why are you scolding me?"

Looking at the apprentice who was rolling on the ground and wailing, Grandmaster Ouyang held back his anger and dared to beat his apprentice in front of him, but he was a generation of grandmaster after all, although his face was black, he never made a direct move, looking at Jing Sansan's appearance of eating peanuts, there was a look of disgust in his eyes, and he said coldly: "It's a good reason to hit someone if you don't like it." ”

Jing Sansan smiled and said, "yes, I think it's pretty good." ”

Grandmaster Ouyang's face darkened a few points, as if he could be with Li Mengzhou for a long time, "The vertical son is rampant!"

Jing Sansan said: "Your Excellency, as a martial arts master, will not do anything to me as a junior, will you? ”

The rivers and lakes naturally have rules, and the seniors are always a little faceless when they shoot at the juniors, but the juniors are disrespectful, and they trample the faces of the seniors under their feet and crush them fiercely, which is already a great facelessness, and Grandmaster Ouyang was so angry that his beard trembled. When Li Mengzhou came here, he saw such a picture.

A young man carrying a knife and constantly stuffing peanuts into his mouth, there were several young people lying in front of him, wailing constantly, the gray-haired and white-bearded old man turned black with anger, and the dozens of swordsmen in the onlookers were unusually quiet.

He patted his head to recover the somewhat restless state, the boy who ate peanuts was Jing Sansan who had made Xie Chunfeng out of his sword, although Li Mengzhou was not at the scene at the time, he also knew Jing Sansan.

Jing Sansan stabbed at Xie Chunfeng, because he sensed Xie Chunfeng's strength, and his hands were itchy for a while, and now he was looking for trouble with the Grandmaster League, Li Mengzhou didn't guess it for a while.

The Grandmaster Alliance has an absolute status in the rivers and lakes, but compared to cultivators, it is really nothing.

Zao Wou-Ki is one of the founders of the Grandmaster League, and it stands to reason that Li Mengzhou, as the only descendant of Zao Wou-Ki, is destined to have an unclear relationship with the Grandmaster League, but except for Grandmaster Yang Lin, there is no doubt about the disciples of Zao Wou-Ki in the Grandmaster League.

In fact, Li Mengzhou did not have a deep impression of the Grandmaster League.

His attention was naturally focused on the blacksmith's shop, and although the door was closed, a scorching wave blew out of the crack in the door, making the whole street quite hot.

But Li Mengzhou ignores these swordsmen on the street, which does not mean that others will not notice him.

Although not everyone in the Grandmaster Alliance uses knives, there are still a lot of people who use knives, and in addition, those who can stand here are naturally all swordsmen, and it is always easy to attract attention when a sword-wielder suddenly appears.

And because Li Mengzhou had been here, he had noticed his swordsman for a long time, but he was only slightly puzzled, and then remembered why he had a sense of familiarity with the sword-wielding.

If they were just ordinary sword wielders, they wouldn't care.

But if there is a sword-wielder who has come to Zhao Sandao's blacksmith shop many times, it is a very doubtful thing.

A swordsman from the rivers and lakes quietly approached Li Mengzhou, looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze, and asked, "You are a sword wielder, aren't you also a good sword?"

Li Mengzhou just glanced at the swordsman and said: "I am a swordsman and a swordsman, besides, that knife is originally mine, you came here just a misunderstanding, you might as well go to Baihong Town to play, and go back after playing." ”

Jianghu swordsman never thought that Li Mengzhou would give him such an answer.

His eyes widened, staring at Li Mengzhou tightly, and he suddenly sneered and said: "There is a treasure knife coming out, naturally there are capable people who can get it, I don't care if you are a swordsman or a swordsman, I will directly turn that knife into yours with a word, it is inevitable that I don't take the many swordsmen here in my eyes!"

Li Mengzhou said a little helplessly: "The knife you want has actually been destroyed by Zhao Sandao himself, and the knife that Zhao Sandao is forging now is what I spent money on, so it is naturally mine, although I really didn't take you seriously, but you want to snatch my knife, I don't want to." ”

For Li Mengzhou's words, the Jianghu swordsman naturally ignored them at all, it was just an excuse, but being able to say this kind of excuse still made the Jianghu swordsman dumbfounded, he couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said: "When it comes to shamelessness, I have to obey you." ”

Even if he couldn't persuade him, Li Mengzhou didn't bother to deal with the other party anymore, anyway, in his eyes, there was no difference between these Jianghu swordsmen and the ants who could be crushed to death if they followed their will.

After all, what he cared more about was the two masters and apprentices of Jing Sansan, and even the three masters of the Grandmaster Alliance, he had never looked at them.

Just when Jing Sansan was still confronting Grandmaster Ouyang, a wave of qi suddenly gushed out of the blacksmith shop, and Zhao Sandao's excited shouts came immediately.

The swordsmen standing on the street were all shocked.

Grandmaster Ouyang didn't talk to Li Jing Sansan anymore, and glanced at Sect Master Huang and Sect Master Mao beside him, and clearly understood that it was the treasure knife forged.

For a while, there was some restlessness on the streets.

They began to be wary of each other.

Some people plan to fight for silver, and some people plan to rely on strength.

But at the end of the day, it's clear to everyone.

Even if you want to fight for silver, you need to beat all the competitors in the room first.

With the martial arts masters of the Grandmaster Alliance here, they must safeguard the interests and safety of Zhao Sandao, after all, the forging masters on the rivers and lakes are still very rare.

As Zhao Sandao opened the door of the shop, Sect Master Huang stepped forward and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master Zhao for forging another treasure sword, although our Grandmaster Alliance has already obtained one from Master Zhao, we still sincerely hope to be able to see the true face of the third treasure knife that Master Zhao has worked so hard to forge." ”

Grandmaster Mao and Grandmaster Ouyang did not put on the frame of a martial arts master, after all, the forging master is a rare talent, and they need to be treated with courtesy, they are completely on the same page, not to mention that Zhao Sandao himself is also a strange person who has entered the visualization, and his strength is only below that of the martial arts master.

"Congratulations to Master Zhao!"

"Rejoice and rejoice!"

Zhao Sandao was also in a good mood, all the knives forged from meteoric iron, and he was indeed painstaking, it can be said that he poured all his strength, at this time the knife was perfectly forged, as a forger, he was naturally very proud.

The Grandmaster League treats Zhao Sandao very well, and Zhao Sandao is naturally respectful to the Grandmaster League, he can say whatever he wants when he is idle, in front of the martial arts master, he still has to be cowardly.

There are few forging masters, but there are some after all, and if he dies by himself, there are countless people on the rivers and lakes who are qualified to kill him.

"Master Zhao, I want your knife!"

The three grandmasters of the Grandmaster League suddenly inserted a person in front of him, it was Jing Sansan who was carrying the knife, he was still stuffing peanuts into his mouth, and he didn't know why he couldn't finish eating, his expression did not have a trace of respect, and his voice was also very high, as if Zhao Sandao gave him the knife as a matter of course.

Zhao Sandao is not one of those ordinary swordsmen in the rivers and lakes, although he is only in the visualization, but he is also a pseudo-monk who can use the aura between heaven and earth, just at a glance he saw the extraordinaryness of Jing Sansan, listening to the unceremonious words, Zhao Sandao was angry, and he was afraid of offending people, so he smiled bitterly helplessly, and set his eyes on the three grandmasters.

But before the three grandmasters could attack Jing Sansan, Zhao Sandao suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Mengzhou standing in the crowd, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and even when he stretched out his hand and pointed over, as if he was afraid that others would not hear, he said loudly: "This knife is his! If you want it, you can ask him!"