The light in the depths of his eyes flickered, Rong Jie bandaged his hands, and the gaze of those eyes fell on Ling Yuhan's body, but it was with a puzzled look, why didn't the person in front of him strike iron, just standing like this, could it be that standing in the black iron in the furnace could form by itself?

"I said boy, you just go down, what kind of weapon are you fighting, you've been standing for so long, even the dark iron has turned to ashes!"

"That's right, hurry down, don't mess around, and leave with your daggers!"

"I thought it was going to be something great, so I just stood, let's go, don't delay our time!"

The people below shouted, just seeing Ling Yuhan standing there, they didn't know what the man was doing.

Twelve raised the corners of his mouth, looking at the man standing on the field, the white veil was still the same, but his eyes were smiling, they didn't need such a complicated project to refine weapons, they only needed their minds. It seemed that Ling Yuhan really didn't do anything, but where his consciousness passed, the dark iron in the furnace had already taken shape, and he was going to the next step of depiction.

The essence light in his eyes flickered, Ling Yuhan smiled lightly, under the gaze of everyone, his hands quickly put a box in front of him, and the dazzling movements unfolded, as if he had wasted countless strength, and then his hands sank, and his right hand was raised upward, as if something was written, and he suddenly moved forward.

"Hum!" The entire furnace trembled, and the long sword inside suddenly flew out, turning into a blue-white lightning bolt and falling towards Ling Yuhan's hand.

It was a long sword that was white all over, but it was bent towards it at the tip of the sword, and the blade was extremely sharp, as if the peak was turning around, and it looked back, and there was no feeling of a sword, but it looked like a ...... Machete!

"This one is for you, if you like it, you'll love it. The ancient lines appeared on the scimitar, Ling Yuhan took Rong Jie's hand, gently separated it, let the blood fall on the scimitar, and turned around to pick up the dagger, "We accepted this dagger, but thank you." ”

"You ......" was cold in his hand, as if it had already been built, and the scimitar that had cooled down and formed, Rong Jie's heart trembled even more violently, and he stroked the weapon in his hand in horror, and the breath that echoed with himself suddenly appeared, as if he had forged it with his own hands.

It's just that he knows his own strength that this scimitar has already surpassed all his blades, and it is the first time he has seen it if it can be built so perfectly!

The cold light in his black eyes flashed, Rong Jie quickly carried the scimitar on his back, and looked towards the crowd, but down there, where were the two people just now, how could it be, it was just the moment when he shook his head, did those two people leave, what a fast speed.

The corners of his mouth rose upward, Rong Jie withdrew the scimitar in his hand, and said indifferently: "Find, no matter where they are, help me find them, I need their help!"

"Master, no!" The big man on the side seemed to understand something, and his face sank, absolutely not, if this is the case, their identities will be exposed again!

It's not easy to get to this point, there's no need to expose themselves because of the other two!

"The two of them, if they can't be used by me, they can only be wiped out! There is no time, I must have enough strength before they find me! This blacksmith shop is just a cover-up, but you want it, you don't want it, hum ......"

It seems that the cold breath can still be felt, and the twelve reached out to touch the dagger in their hands, the murderous aura on it is better than all the weapons on the second floor, in the hands of ordinary people, maybe it is a divine weapon, but in their hands, this thing is no different from broken copper and iron, but the killing aura above is more attractive.

"What I gave away under the pretense of someone else's hand, I really don't like it, why don't I help you reshape it?" The slender fingers gently picked up, Ling Yuhan easily withdrew the dagger in his hand, reached out and hugged Twelve's waist, and the virtual step under his feet flickered, and he had already reached the eaves.

"It's strange, I just saw them here, why are they missing now, look for them quickly, you must find those two people, especially the man with the white veil, you must find them!"

"Split up, scatter ......"

The people who were converging on the side of the street looked around, but they didn't find the two people just now, and they couldn't help frowning, and they couldn't find the traces of the two people at all.

"It seems that the boss has taken a liking to us and sent someone to look for us?" Twelve raised his eyebrows, looked at Ling Yuhan in front of him with a light smile, and reached out to pinch the flesh around his waist.

This man is so dazzling wherever he goes, even if he covers that strange face, he can make people unforgettable.

Ling Yuhan chuckled, his hands were holding the dagger as if he was thinking about something, and said helplessly: "He has a murderous aura, and the aura of hatred is hundreds of times that of ordinary people, even we can be shocked by the murderous aura on his body." He has an unusual past, and what do you think would happen to him if he met someone who would help him at this time?"

"Of course, to be part of your own power. Twelve nodded and smiled, and it could be seen from those people looking for them just now that the boss wanted to invite them back.

Nodding, Ling Yuhan still sighed: "However, such an extreme person, if he can't include us in his forces, he will choose another way, and get rid of it quickly." I think this method is the favorite of all the people who are in the DPRK and China. For example, Huangfu Xuan......"

"What do you say I'm doing, while I'm not there, I'll instill other ideas with my little Ruyi, Ling Yuhan, you're not right, we're not buddies, you take my little Ruyi out to play, and you don't come back when you get to the meal, you guys one by one, let me cook, just let me cook, and I want to come out one by one to find it, do you think I should slap you a few times?" The poked out head quickly squeezed between the two, separating the two.

Ling Yuhan smiled indifferently, "Then you can smoke it." ”

...... "Your uncle, it's clear that he is bullying him and doesn't dare to smoke! Don't look at it, what kind of role is Ling Yuhan in front of him, even if Huangfu Xuan has ten guts, he doesn't dare to start, the kid in front of him, although he won't retaliate clearly, in secret, maybe he will be rectified so badly!"

Thinking of this, Huang Fuxuan couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly waved his hand and smiled: "Just kidding, you still take it seriously." Let's go, go back, what are you still hanging around outside, aren't you afraid of anger coming to the door?"

"Come, give, give you a gift, take it. Stepping forward diagonally, Ling Yuhan bypassed the Huangfu Xuan who was blocking in front of him, and put the dagger in his hand towards Twelve's hand.

In the middle of his hand, the cold killing aura spread, ten million times better than the dagger just now. The murderous aura was completely condensed, there was no weakness at all, it was attached to the hand, as if there was nothing, and even the blade could reflect a strange light, which made people's hearts tremble.

I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and Twelve observed the dagger in his hand, the ancient lines on it were vertical and horizontal, and it was actually more complicated than the one Rong Jie just now, although the quality of the scimitar was exactly the same as this dagger, but in the formation, it was naturally this dagger that won. Moreover, the aura on the dagger made people shudder, in addition to Ling Yuhan's breath, there was also a murderous aura, which enhanced the aura of the dagger.

"Thanks, but what are you sending me for?" Twelve looked at the man in front of him with raised eyebrows, and quickly loaded the dagger into the ring.

“......”

The breeze gradually rose, and the black figure stood in the mountains, looking out at this ordinary town, not even a small town. The bead in his hand shimmered, pointing to the front. The person who took it back and picked it up on horseback said coldly: "Everyone, all dressed as villagers, blend into the town, and other killers go with me, today, is the death of the rebellious thief!"

The cold murderous aura echoed in the air, it was so fierce that people couldn't breathe. Even the sky had dimmed, without any starlight, not even a single dark cloud, and it looked as if it were pure black silk.

The man sitting in the room, stroking the long qin in his hand, the bandaging of his right hand had improved, and there was no trace of it. Since he was a child, he has been like this, no matter how strict his wounds are, after a while, they will automatically heal. It is precisely because of this that he has been able to live until now!

Slowly closing his eyes, the flame in his mind spread, almost burning down all the houses, he couldn't help but tremble, quickly hugged the long qin in his hand, and looked at the night pearl in front of him, in his room, there will never be a candle, he doesn't need it!

Obviously very afraid of open flames, but he wants to forge weapons, and when he sees the flames, he will remember that day, and it is precisely because of this that he will be selected, and the weapons he forged will impress everyone, but today......

He lost......

Subconsciously turned his head and looked at the scimitar hanging on the wall, even the shadow outside could be printed, it was really ......

The murderous aura in his eyes appeared, Rong Jie quickly got up and grabbed the scimitar, the light in his eyes flashed in an instant, touched the cold blade, subconsciously took a breath of cold air, and looked coldly out of the door.

"Touch!" the whole door suddenly opened, and the dozen or so black figures that rushed in quickly rolled forward, and quickly looked towards the bed, where were there other people on the empty bed.

"You're still here. A cold voice fell from the sky, and the blue-white figure grabbed the scimitar in his hand and slashed it down.

The man standing nearby didn't notice it at all, and was directly split in two by the scimitar.

Blood was dripping, and the hot blood was running on the ground, and it looked even more disgusting. The standing blue-white figure looked at the person opposite, and the scimitar in his hand swirled slightly, slashing forward.

"Hmph, Rong Jie, where can you run away now!" The face of the person standing sank, and he quickly raised the long sword in his hand and rushed forward.

It's just that the long sword just touched the scimitar, as if it was a piece of paper, and it was easily cut by the scimitar. The icy aura flashed and slashed straight ahead.