The Fang market in Wuyangcheng has not changed much in the past 30 years.

The best shop selling swords will always be the first-class iron workshop of the Zhuge family.

Wuyang City has always been the sphere of influence of the Feng family and the Zheng family, but after Zhuge took over as the president of Bailu Academy, the Zhuge family moved and gradually moved to Wuyang City.

It's just that although Zhuge Dan's strength is superior to Feng Tianhe and Zheng Tu, the Zhuge family is thin and low-key, so the local two families are afraid of them, but they also have a glimmer of leeway.

The forging and smelting kung fu of the Zhuge family is the most magical, among which there is a Zhuge crossbow, which is a monopoly weapon used by the Ming Dynasty, and the people are not allowed to buy and sell, just this one business is enough to bring hundreds of thousands of taels of silver to the Zhuge family every year.

In addition, the Zhuge family also loves to cast swords, and the swords produced by Yipin Iron Workshop can be regarded as the most high-end goods in Wuyang City.

When he was a teenager, Feng Ziyue would often stand at the door of the Yipin Iron Workshop stupidly, looking at the iron sword forged from the furnace, flashing with a bright cold light, and it would be an afternoon to be able to see it.

But at that time, he never had enough money to buy a beloved sword.

And later, when his swordsmanship was perfected, he no longer needed such a sword.

Therefore, although he is in the same Wuyang City, Feng Ziyue has never stepped into the Yipin Iron Workshop.

Now he is carrying the silver that the Feng family has just issued in his arms, as well as many demon beast crystal nuclei worth a little money, and he consciously buys an ordinary good sword, which is more than enough, so he is full of confidence and stepped into the Yipin Iron Workshop.

The man knew him, and knew that the poor boy was a lover of swords, and knew that he could not afford it, but he did not stop it.

Feng Ziyue stepped into the Yipin Iron Workshop for the first time, and couldn't help but nod.

The owner of this iron workshop, that is, the Zhuge family, is indeed a person who loves swords, understands swords, and cherishes swords.

The sword is the most spiritual weapon in the world, and as the saying goes, the sword can be spiritual, which is not a lie.

Moreover, the famous sword has its own pride, this pride, spirituality, and its own killing sharp aura, mixed together, forming the sword soul.

In the ordinary sword shop, all kinds of swords are placed horizontally and vertically, and they are placed randomly, and the spirits and souls attack each other, making them disorderly, even if they are good swords, they can't stand out.

After a long time, it will damage the sword soul and reduce the quality of the sword.

In the Yipin Iron Workshop, the placement of the sword is orderly, and the sword soul is in its place, without interfering with each other, unless it is a set of sword weapons, the sword gods are excited, and they increase their color. Just by looking at this, you know that the master is a man who understands swords.

Feng Ziyue nodded slightly, walked to the left, picked up a short sword with a gorgeous scabbard, and took it out to take a closer look. When I saw the sheath, the brilliance was dazzling, and the blade of the sword was just like a pool of autumn water, which was graceful.

"Good eyesight for guests!"

The man followed him and held out his thumb in praise.

"This sword is cast by our son-in-law, called 'autumn water', blowing hair, cutting iron like mud, the most rare thing is that this sword is as thin as paper, under the sun, can transmit light......"

He motioned for Feng Ziyue to raise his sword blade and aim it at the sun, and sure enough, he saw a strong light pass through, leaving a rainbow shadow on Feng Ziyue's palm.

"What a beautiful sword!"

I heard a woman's exclamation from behind, and a delicate girl in a bright red dress clapped her hands and cheered, "I want this sword!

This kind of attitude can be regarded as rude, no matter what, Feng Ziyue is looking at this sword, and before he has decided whether to buy it or not, other guests should not speak indiscriminately.

The guy also frowned, "This young lady, I'm really embarrassed, this sword was seen by this friend first, and he hasn't said if he wants to ...... it yet."

"What this young lady!" just a title provoked the woman to be furious and sink her face, "You don't even recognize me? How does the Zhuge family do business?

"Yes...... It's ......"

The guy had a sad face, but he didn't know this eldest lady, he only knew that she was domineering, and he was afraid that she had a great background.

The guy didn't recognize it, but Feng Ziyue recognized this woman.

In the White Deer Academy, there is also some intersection with this woman, but this person is rude and willful, and he really has no good memories.

This woman is another wealthy family in Wuyang City, the girl of the Zheng family, is the granddaughter of Zheng Tu, the Flame Martial Venerable, and Zheng Mingyu, who has reached the peak of martial arts.

Since he was not a friend, Feng Ziyue didn't even bother to take care of her, he raised his short sword, gently stroked the sword body, and was silent.

"Hey, you man, put the sword down, I want this sword!"

Zheng Mingyu was even more annoyed when she saw that she didn't put herself in her eyes, she had always thought that she was as beautiful as a flower, her family background was prominent, and her cultivation was quite talented.

Feng Ziyue still didn't hear anything, he stretched out his index finger and flicked it lightly on the blade, the sword body vibrate, conjuring up an arc of light, and at the same time, a melodious sound sounded, Zheng Mingyu was confused, and originally wanted to go crazy, but he was stunned for a while.

"It's a pity, it's a pity!"

Feng Ziyue stroked the blade of the sword and sighed loudly, "This is a good sword, but it's a pity that the person who cast it is bent on perfection and blindly seeks thinness, and has lost the original intention of this piece of meteorite and hurt the heart of the sword, so although this sword is sharp, the soul is weak, and it can only be regarded as the top grade among mortal weapons, and it is not a famous sword......"

"Good!"

When he sighed, he heard a cheer from behind him.

Feng Ziyue was taken aback, he was in a state of mind communicating with heaven and earth, and the people in this building knew it in his heart, and he already knew that Zheng Mingyu had spoken rashly just now. But this voice came without a trace, and he didn't know when the person who opened his mouth entered the store.

Looking back, I saw a young man in sackcloth with a surprised face, poking his head out of a pile of swords, and his face was beautiful, not like a man, but like a girl.

However, this person is a real man, the eldest son of the Zhuge family, Zhuge Yu, the biological son of the iron-blooded martial artist Zhuge Dan. Because he was too beautiful, he suffered all kinds of misunderstandings and jokes, and Feng Ziyue had also heard of it.

This man not only inherited his father's martial arts, but also was an excellent swordsmith.

He has been meditating in the midst of ten thousand swords, mixed with sword energy, he is like a sword, and his cultivation is a cut above Feng Ziyue, so Feng Ziyue did not check for a while, but he did not find that he had been staying in this iron workshop.

Now it is Zhuge Yu's youth, and the sword he forged at this time does have great flaws. He didn't know how to improve, and he was overjoyed when he heard Feng Ziyue's words and break through the tricks.

What this brother said was very true, and his words woke up the person in the dream, which made the younger brother suddenly open. Come on, come on, follow the younger brother to the second floor, and let's taste the real famous sword. I still have a lot to ask for help from my brother!"

Zhuge Yu flew out, grabbed Feng Ziyue's sleeve, and regardless of etiquette, pulled him upstairs.

"Hey, Zhuge Yu!"

Zheng Mingyu was left aside, and she was even more furious, she crossed her hands on her hips, and was furious, "I, Zheng Mingyu, bought so many swords in your Yipin Iron Workshop, and you never let me go upstairs to see your Zhuge family's treasures, and you actually brought a stinky boy of unknown origin?"

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