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In Peicheng, some spiritual cultivators who are proficient in treasure casting may not be very strong, but they are all worshiped as elders by various Fang Cities and Treasure Pavilions. Lin Qin didn't look at them one by one, and walked directly to a small courtyard in the innermost part of the long street. According to the message Mo replied, the person who was looking for it was here.

There was no sign at the doorway, except for a plantain plant, and the wide leaf petals almost obscured half of the wooden door. "Why don't you wait outside first?" let the big black dog in, maybe something will happen.

The wooden door was directly brought by Lin Qin.

As soon as the big black dog was full, it was brought out by Lin Qin, and he gnawed on the banana leaf angrily, spreading his resentment on the banana. "Phew, I'll go to your uncle. It's unpalatable!"

The courtyard was empty.

"Is there anyone?" Lin Qin walked forward.

"Is there anyone here?"

"Who are you looking for?"

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Lin Qin looked back, and an unkempt old man was on crutches and was looking at him vigilantly.

The old man was blind in one eye, covered with an eyepatch, and looked a little scary. Lin Qin looked down, and the old man's right leg was also missing, dangling there empty.

"Master Qiu?"

"I'm a hateful ruler. The old man's voice was as steady as a bell, "Who are you?"

"Mr. Mo asked me to come to you and say that I was casting a sword. ”

The old man's eyes flashed, his lips pursed, and he asked, "Mo Hui?"

"Yes. He said he wanted you to forge a sword. ”

The lame uncle's face froze, and the crutch flew out directly, slashing a red-gold Yuanli blade in the air.

"If you want to forge a sword, you first asked me about the crutch in my hand!"

The magnified light in Lin Qin's pupils flashed, and the crutch stayed in the air, your uncle's, there is still a holiday.

With a flick of his fingertips, he sent the crutch back, and said, "Senior, be careful, stand firm!"

"Hmph. "The lame uncle took advantage of the situation, and the two crutches swept like a wind and fire spirit blade like Lin Qin.

There is a circle of plantains planted on the wall of the small courtyard, and at the beginning of summer, the leaves are green. Lin Qin tapped the bluestone slab, his feet in the air, and his clothes were tightly pressed against his skin under the sweep of red vitality.

Guidance!

The lame uncle broke his leg a little, and the crutch on the right side was like a sharp sword, approaching Lin Qin in the corner, and there was a faint light sound.

"Pointing out the country, the senior's tone is inevitably too big!" Lin Qin was born with a punishment in his hand.

The crutch, which had been in full bloom of red light, seemed to tremble, and the high-pitched whisper became weak.

Bang dang!

The crutches hit the ground straight.

Plantain leaves fall.

There is a circle of deep marks on the white wall of the small courtyard, leaving only a waist-high half of the plantain, bare like a row of green stakes. The lame uncle's lips trembled slightly, there was no fear in his eyes, and he said slowly: "I have some ability." ”

The banana leaves were swept to the corners by the wind, making a rustling sound on the bluestone slabs.

The first shower in Peicheng is coming.

Click, click.

The rain was hitting the plantains.

The hateful ruler still didn't take the crutch, and his eyes were cloudy. "You could have killed me just now, why did you let me go?"

"Senpai, I think you misunderstood. It was Mr. Mo who asked me to forge the sword. Lin Qin said, "If the seniors are unwilling, then I have no choice." He turned and walked away. There is a holiday, it seems that it is still a life and death grudge, and Lin Qin is too lazy to care, at most there is just a helper.

"Wait a minute. The hatred ruler glanced at Lin Qin's back, and said suspiciously, "It's okay if you want me to believe it." ”

The wooden door was pushed open, and Lin Qin sneered: "Why do I need your predecessors to believe me? Since my predecessors don't believe me, I can't trust my seniors." ”

Syllable!

"Is that you?"

A pair of men and women outside the door looked at Lin Qin in surprise.

The man in white glanced into the courtyard and stopped Lin Qin, who was about to go out.

In the small courtyard, the banana leaves were messy, and the old man standing in the rain had an ugly face. The corners of the man in white's mouth rose, and he pushed Lin Qin into the small courtyard in one fell swoop.

"What, if you hurt someone, you want to run?"

The woman in green grabbed the corner of the man's clothes and said softly, "Senior brother." ”

Seeing the persuasive expression on the woman's face, the man in white was disgusted for a while, and even wanted to beat the hillbilly to the ground.

"You two ......"

The man in white clasped his fists and saluted, "Master Qiu, in the next Tiannan Sect Xunyi, on the order of the master, I specially came to ask the master to build two treasures. ”

"Tiannan Sect's apprentice of Qi Dao?"

The man in white frowned, and seemed to have some opinions on the lame man in front of him calling him by his master's name, but in order to show his self-cultivation, he bowed and said, "Exactly." ”

"The master instructed me to come and cast the treasure. I also hope that Master Qiu will give the master a thin face. "That's it, humility. At least, that's what the man himself thought.

The hatred ruler's gaze kept staring at Lin Qin, his voice was very low, and he asked, "Forge a sword, right?"

The man in white was overjoyed and said, "It's two swords, and the master said that it was hard to ask the master to reopen the furnace." This time, Xun Yi specially prepared a lot of rare ore, if the master succeeded in casting the sword, it would be a supreme product. The man in white looked sideways, "As for this bastard thing that offended the master, what is the master going to do?"

"Get out. ”

The hatred ruler always stared at Lin Qin, even through the pouring rain, Xun Yi could still feel the gloom in the eyes of the hatred ruler.

"Haven't you heard Master Qiu's words yet, don't get out yet!" Xun Yi suddenly felt refreshed, like a bull in heat defeating his opponent, and behind him was the cow he loved, "If you don't roll again, you're welcome!"

The hateful ruler turned his eyes and said coldly: "It's the two of you, go out." Don't cast!"

The rain hit the plantains, and the plantain leaves that were originally scattered on the ground stuck to the bluestone slabs, and the ground was full of embarrassment. However, what is even more embarrassing is not the plantain, nor the big black dog eating the plantain outside the door, but Xun Yi.

"What the predecessor said ......" Xun Yi didn't expect that this old man would let himself go?

"Get out. Don't make me say it a third time. The hateful ruler picked up the crutch and said coldly.

"Master Qiu is inevitably too famous, and he is pretentious. Xun Yi's face was gloomy, and regardless of the pull of the woman in green, he stepped forward and straightened up his bamboo figure.

"Well, I'm famous. Don't come to me for the treasure, get out. ”

"The master is so unsympathetic, when the master comes to him, please explain a thing or two. ”

"You can go too. The hatred ruler threw a jade slip to Lin Qin, "Find all the materials above and then come to me to forge a sword." With that, one of them went back to the house.

Xun Yi glanced at Lin Qin viciously, "This bastard!"

Lin Qin turned around and went out, not in the mood to pay attention to a fly.

"Stop!"

"Are you talking about me?" Lin Qin asked back.

Xun Yi said with a cruel look in his eyes: "It's all your reason." ”

"Are you sick? If you are sick, I would recommend going to the doctor, or you can ask me for some medicine. Lin Qin's voice sounded coldly in the rain.

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