"Did you inadvertently forge the sword......? That's an exaggeration, isn't it?"

Nie Feng was taken aback by his overly bold idea, but he quickly shook his head vigorously, if it was not impossible for him to forge a sword, but Nie Feng clearly knew that it would never be now. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

One is that his kendo cultivation is still the bottom existence in the way of the sword, and the other is that Nie Feng still doesn't believe that his current sword forging level has surpassed Jin Lao, and even Jin Lao has to go away in order to find a way to forge a sword, can he Nie Feng succeed by mistake? God also takes too good care of him!

But the sword in his hand is obviously a sword comparable to the Flying Gold Sword, this is an undoubted fact, so what is the reason?

After carefully recalling the whole process of forging his sword, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind.

"Yes, even the sudden shock of the sword body is the most suspicious, could it be said that there are masters secretly helping?"

Thinking of this, Nie Feng's gaze swept to the crowd of onlookers again, but almost all of the people who responded to him smiled without exception, and did not find the existence of the so-called masters.

Forget it, it seems that this master doesn't want to reveal his identity yet, since this is the case, it is not beautiful to forcibly look for it, I believe that if necessary, this master will definitely show up. Today's matter, since there is this master secretly helping, I guess it will not be worrying anymore.

"Hey, are you done showing off?

Meng Zhong, who had always been a cold bystander, finally lost his patience and shouted loudly at the top of his voice.

"Hehe, Boss Meng can't wait? Okay, since that's the case, let's choose two people, I don't know who wants to help with this?"

In the face of Meng Zhong's provocation, Nie Feng had already let go of one hundred and twenty hearts, what he had in his hand was already a real sword, how could it be compared to an ordinary top-grade iron sword!

After smiling slightly, Nie Feng's gaze swept to the crowd of onlookers again. But this time, the reaction of the crowd was beyond his expectations, many people had already raised their hands high, and some even rushed out of the crowd, loudly agreeing, wanting to be the first person to try the sword.

"Hehe, let's do it, these two eldest brothers are the ones who have just dedicated their iron swords, or choose the two of them, what do you think?"

Nie Feng directly designated the candidate, and those who were scrambling for the latter, you look at me, I will look at you, and then shook his head helplessly, and slowly retreated into the crowd, after all, the two people in front of him just now had already taken the lead, and in terms of reasoning, it was more appropriate for these two people to test the sword, so everyone did not have any objections.

"Boss Meng, what do you think?"

After all, the person designated by Nie Feng must be approved by Meng Zhong, otherwise even if he wins, he is afraid that he will be caught by Meng Zhong and become a scoundrel.

"Well, just these two friends! But I wonder which of you would like to choose my iron sword?"

Meng Zhong is another person in the competition, when Nie Feng's iron sword was cast, the crowd gave Meng Zhong a path to the center, at this time Meng Zhong had already squeezed out of the crowd, standing in front of Nie Feng, his face returned to the original uncomfortable Sven color, looking at the two people who were selected by Nie Feng with a smile.

"I'll do it!"

One of the two, a middle-aged man over thirty years old, strode forward, took the blood-red long sword in Meng Zhong's hand, stretched out his hand and gently checked it, then danced a few times casually, and then nodded with satisfaction.

"Boss Meng's craftsmanship is really perfect! This iron sword is much better than the one I used to have!"

The middle-aged man did not hesitate to praise himself, but said it happily, so that Meng Zhong, who was standing quietly, couldn't help but smile, "Hehe, if this friend likes it, after the sword competition, this one will be given to you!"

"Oh, then thank you Boss Meng first!"

The middle-aged man was overjoyed, and many people in the crowd showed extremely envious eyes, but no matter how envious they were, it didn't help, who told them that they had been reluctant to give up the iron sword in their hands, otherwise they might be the one who got this blood-red sword now, alas, the opportunity, it was too ethereal and too difficult to pursue, if there was another chance, how good would it be!

Suddenly, Meng Zhong's voice rang out again.

"Friends, if you like this iron sword, please go to my Mengjia sword shop to register after the competition, and I promise to build one for each of you as soon as possible, and only charge a 5% discount on the price!"

Meng Zhong's voice was not too loud, but it seemed to cause a storm, so that the crowd of onlookers instantly reached the point of excitement, and everyone who was originally smiling almost laughed excitedly at this moment, except for a few of them, of course.

"Boss Meng, thank you so much!"

"Boss Meng is polite, this business will definitely become more and more prosperous in the future, hehe!"

"We will definitely take care of Boss Meng's business in the future, and I hope Boss Meng will not forget the agreement just now!"

......

Nie Feng didn't speak, just listened quietly to everyone's praise with a smile on his face, as if he was not a contestant, but just a spectator.

The praise of everyone finally gradually subsided, and Nie Feng's slightly lowered gaze finally slowly raised.

"Since this eldest brother chose Boss Meng's sword, then I will ask you for this one!"

Nie Feng raised the long sword in his hand and gently handed it to the young man in his twenties who had never said much.

The young man also took Nie Feng's pale golden long sword with both hands, and also gently shook it, and then waved it a few times, and suddenly it seemed that a gust of ecstasy blew in an instant, and the young man's originally quite calm face suddenly showed extreme excitement, and his originally dark face almost turned slightly red from excessive excitement.

"Good, good sword, really good sword!"

The young man's voice was short, but he showed his attitude with great determination, and this sword was the best he had ever seen in his life.

Seeing the young man's extraordinary excitement, the onlookers couldn't help but be slightly stunned, and then turned their eyes to the long sword in the young man's hand, and envy surged into their faces again.

Most people are also very sorry that they don't have the opportunity to get such a golden iron sword, but there are already many people who think that it would be good if such a good sword could also be sold at a fifty percent discount, but when they raised their eyes slightly and saw Nie Feng's calm appearance, such a thought couldn't help but change slightly, even if it was expensive and couldn't be bought, it was good to be able to touch it, but it seemed that they wouldn't even have the opportunity to touch it, alas, they blamed themselves for being too reluctant.

Nie Feng's calmness directly cut off many people's desire for a five-fold discount, but soon this loss was dispelled by the movement in front of him, because the eyes of the young and middle-aged people had already quietly met together, which meant that the next moment two equally excellent long swords were about to collide together, this was the most exciting moment, and it was also the most enjoyable moment, but it could not be disturbed by that unexplained loss.

"Come on!"

"Good!"

The young man and the middle-aged man slowly separated about a foot away, and the crowd naturally retreated one after another and gave way to the venue for the game.

After a deep breath, two tiger roars suddenly sounded.

"Drink!"

"Drink!"

Then everyone saw that the two long swords, one red and one gold, suddenly struck together at an extremely fast speed, because the forging bodies of the two were almost to their own limits, so this time the exchange also involuntarily brought a fierce wind, especially the closest people, almost could feel a trace of sword wind blowing on their faces.

Almost everyone's eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly, one by one opened their mouths wide, staring at the twin swords that were fighting together, and their eyes didn't dare to blink, for fear of missing even the slightest detail and causing them to regret it, and they were looking forward to the results for two days, and they were finally about to be born.

But what made everyone wonder slightly was that the crisp sound of the imaginary metal clash still did not come out, but an extremely short, sharp, but rather tooth-souring "z" sound.

"What's going on? Why is this sound?"

"How do I know! Don't make any noise, the result will come out soon!"

Some viewers who were extremely curious but lacked patience couldn't help but mumble a few times, bringing a small ripple to the quiet crowd, but this ripple quickly calmed down, because everyone found that the two people present were forced to separate by the strong impact force of the other party.

Firmly stabilizing their figures, before the two of them had time to breathe, they couldn't wait to look at the long sword in their hands, searching on the sword body inch by inch, their eyes were full of solemnity, expectation, anxiety and other complex looks, of course, almost every onlooker, even including Nie Tong, Peng Yuan, Meng Zhong and others not far away, almost all showed the same complicated look at the same time, only Nie Feng was still indifferent and calm.

"Ahh

An exclamation broke the original silence, and everyone hurriedly raised their eyes, only to realize that the sound came from a middle-aged man holding a blood-red sword.

"This ...... This ......"

The middle-aged man was almost speechless, because he saw a picture that made him nervously open his mouth, the originally smooth and sharp blood-red sword body, just where the battle was just now, a gap nearly half the width of the sword body was exposed, exposing an indifferent and hideous face.

Meng Zhong rushed over with an arrow step, as if plundering, and grabbed the blood-red long sword from the middle-aged man's hand, staring at the deep gap in the middle without blinking, his expression revealed an extreme sadness and extreme unwillingness, his face was constantly alternating between red and white, and gradually his face condensed a hideous look.

"This ...... Impossible, impossible!"

Immediately, his eyes suddenly raised, staring fiercely at the young man holding the pale golden long sword, that look, like a fierce beast that had just been enraged, made the young man's right hand holding the golden long sword tremble slightly.

"Come again!"

The two short words were shouted out by Meng Zhong as if from the bottom of his heart, and in an instant, Meng Zhong's whole person seemed to be crazy, ignoring the young man who was still a little stunned on the side, strode on, and slashed down with a sword.

The young man in a panic had to hold the sword in both hands and raise it desperately. And when the two swords collided again, the crisp sound of a much-anticipated metal clash finally rang everyone's eardrums.

"Ding!"

Meng Zhong's eyes finally showed a hint of joy at this moment.

The crisp voice sounded, indicating that the blood-red longsword in his hand was shaking head-on with the opponent's longsword, not only that, but also that the blood-red longsword had finally exerted its sharpness and tenacity.

Just as he was about to withdraw the long sword and check it again, suddenly, the joy in Meng Zhong's eyes suddenly turned into a thick surprise and madness.

Because he found that a small piece of blood-red sword tip "swished" and flew in the air, and then quickly slipped down to form a perfect arc, and then after a slight "snort", it was deeply inserted into the ground, and a slightly trembling section was exposed in the air, just like the dry grass that had already withered and yellowed in winter, extremely unwilling to declare the only remaining helplessness and stubbornness.

Meng Zhong, who was originally extremely fierce, became extremely sluggish in an instant.

"Poof!"

The sound of vomiting blood finally attracted everyone's attention, and everyone realized that the young man with a pale golden sword in his hand was standing up slowly by the wall at this moment, and it seemed that he had been injured a lot. If you think about it, you know, how could he, an ordinary person who hasn't even touched the edge of a swordsman, resist the blow of a genuine swordsman!