Seven Fire Iron Shop!

The knives in the butcher shop are all imported from here, and the boss has a very good relationship with the lame blacksmith here, and the two get together to drink when they have nothing to do.

As soon as it was dawn, the stove rose in the iron shop.

Wang Qiong's "green scales" were played here.

Through the morning mist, Wang Qiong carried a cloth bag in his arms and came to the Seven Flames Iron Shop.

"Little poor ghost, what are you looking at?" a cold voice came from behind him.

Wang Qiong turned around.

The lame uncle was on crutches, his hair was scattered, as usual, he still had the demeanor of a flower child, and the whole person looked dirty.

"Hehe...... Wang Qiong grinned and said with a smile: "Cripple uncle, I have something to do with you." ”

"Weasel New Year's greetings to chickens......" Uncle Cripple glanced at him and said lightly.

Wang Qiong's expression was straight, and he said solemnly: "Cripple uncle, how can you say that you are a chicken? ”

"If you have something to say, you can say it quickly, and if you have a fart, let it go. The lame uncle leaned on the anvil, waved the crutch in his hand, and said impatiently.

Wang Qiong opened the cloth bag in his arms, and there were broken "green scales" in it.

"Cripple uncle, can you still cultivate?" asked Wang Qiong.

Uncle Cripple's eyes narrowed slightly, and a glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.

"Have you fought with the cubs of the Bai family?"

"Huh?"

As soon as these words came out, Wang Qiong's hair suddenly rose all over his body, and he looked at Uncle Cripple with a look of surprise, only to feel extremely strange.

"That cub's ability is 'iron', and this ability can only be regarded as ordinary in the imperial logistics. ”

But he just practiced the "Ten Thousand Dao Buxing Chart", and reached the "Ten Dao Streams" at a young age, and his talent is unimaginable. The lame uncle grinned and sneered, and his eyes changed when he looked at Wang Qiong.

"You defeated him, and it looks like the old smoker is going to let you go. ”

"You ......" Wang Qiong was stunned.

Thundered......

Uncle Cripple directly threw the broken green scales into the furnace, and the fire was blazing, and the temperature rose sharply.

He turned around and closed the shop.

"Fame and singing, the young man will travel far away......" The lame uncle whispered: "I want to be back then...... I'm as young as you...... Well...... Looks so much more handsome than you!"

Wang Qiong was stunned, and then said with a strange face: "Cripple uncle, are you serious?"

"Young man, do you know my nickname when I was young?"

Wang Qiong shook his head.

The lame uncle raised his head, sighed softly, and blew the long hair on his forehead, revealing a lonely application.

"The dream of a billion girls!"

"Poof......

Despite his best efforts, Wang Qiong still couldn't hold back.

He smiled unkindly.

"When I was young, I didn't know how precious my face was, and when I was old, I cried when I looked at the woman...... Little poor ghost, go to the Guangming School Palace, and when you see a beautiful woman, you must not be merciful!"

"The beauty of the divine soldier has hidden skills, especially in the boudoir, which can make you have unexpected joy and can't stop. ”

"For example?"

"When I was young, I once met a beautiful woman whose ability is rubberized!" was full of passion in the lame uncle's eyes.

"The beauty of the royal logistics is another experience, which can save a lot of physical strength. ”

"When I was young, I had a girlfriend who was known as the eight-armed Nezha ......"

"That Night......"

The lame uncle talked endlessly, but Wang Qiong's face became redder and redder the more he listened, his eyes were straight, and he completely forgot the purpose of this trip.

"Found it!"

Suddenly, the topic of blood boiling came to an abrupt end, and the lame uncle took out an iron box from a rotten wooden box, with chains wrapped around it.

Wang Qiong was still unsatisfied, and his attention was attracted by the iron box.

"Cripple uncle, what is this?"

"You kid is about to get out, and Ben Shuai has nothing to give you, so let's build a new knife for you, it should be enough for you to use for a while. The lame uncle stood up and stroked the tin box with a complicated look in his eyes.

Wang Qiong was curious, this iron box didn't seem to be able to hold a knife.

Uncle Cripple unfastened the chains and opened the tin box.

Inside was a piece of black metal, covered in scale-like lines.

Wang Qiong's eyes widened, and this piece of metal was faintly warm.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and suddenly, the piece of metal seemed to squirm.

"Damn, what the hell is this?" Wang Qiong cried out.

"Rare and weird, all things are animist, this thing is much more valuable than you are now. Uncle Cripple caressed the black metal, the scales on it trembling slightly, as if excited, as if afraid.

"Little baby, you're finally done. Uncle Cripple said with a smile.

Wang Qiong looked at it, and his face became more and more strange, as if he had seen a nervous disorder.

"Cripple Uncle...... You...... Who are you talking to?"

"Is it with you?" Uncle Cripple glanced at it and said coldly: "For the sake of the old smoker, today, Ben Shuai will help you forge a new knife, I hope you don't bury her." ”

"Really?" Wang Qiong was overjoyed.

He knew Uncle Cripple's craftsmanship, and the fact that the green scale knife could withstand his ability was extraordinary.

"Then ...... Lao" Wang Qiong couldn't help but laugh.

Thundered......

Suddenly, a milky white flame appeared in the lame uncle's palm, like the sun shining, and the temperature of the iron shop suddenly rose.

The smile on Wang Qiong's face froze, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he sat directly on the ground with a pop.

"You...... You...... You are...... Ability ...... "Wang Qiong's throat squirmed.

At this moment, it seemed that all his horror and shock had been exhausted.

Who would have thought that in this small Sanyang Town, there was a strange person hidden in this inconspicuous blacksmith shop.

Crucially, this is an extremely rare superstream.

"Kongyan!?" Wang Qiong was so shocked that he could barely speak.

"Long time no see, old man. The lame uncle sighed softly, and there was a glint in his eyes.

As soon as he raised his hand, the milky white flame floated in the air, and the black metal bounced up violently, enveloping it.

Suddenly, a streak of black, viscous liquid flowed out of the metal, making a snorting sound.

The ferrous metal shrank dramatically under the tempering of the milky white flame.

"Hammer!"

Uncle Cripple beckoned, and in the corner, a dusty and rusty hammer flew in, and he held it firmly.

Clang......

A hammer fell, flames splashed, and the black metal began to refine under the hammer edge.

At this time, how can the lame uncle still have the appearance of being called Hanako on weekdays, with gestures and momentum, like the flooding of rivers and seas, rolling in.

Wang Qiong sat on the ground, unconsciously, looking stupid.

The sound of metal striking was like a sinking bell in a mountain temple, bombarding his heart.

Each hammer is so magical and wonderful, splashing fire like a meteor in the sky, revealing the most brilliant light in the world.

Everything, harmony perfect!

Wang Qiong was completely intoxicated, time seemed to freeze, and he entered an unprecedented realm.

Roar......

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the black blade took shape in the firelight, and faintly, there was a soft roar like a beast.

"Blood!" cried out the lame uncle.

Before Wang Qiong could react, his arm was cold, and blood splattered, falling on the black blade.

The white smoke steamed, and suddenly, scale-like lines appeared on the black blade, like dragon scales.

"The name of this knife is Black Dragon!"

The black blade groaned softly, and the cold light shimmered, like a fierce light lurking in the angry sea, lurking in the ocean.