"Ruyi, my Ruyi!" seemed to see through Twelve's doubts, Ling Yuhan reached out and hugged Twelve's slender waist, walked towards his arms, and laughed softly: "What do I want in Ruyi, I'll buy it for you, today we are ordinary people, let's play together, okay?"

"...... "Is this still Ling Yuhan, ordinary people, playing together?"

With a slight tremor in his heart, Twelve nodded, and smiled indifferently: "Okay, be an ordinary person, have fun, but what are you so excited about?"

"Don't you really know?" staring at the person in front of him, Ling Yuhan's eyes flashed with a lost color, but he held Twelve's small hand again, and said with a smile: "It's okay, it's okay, I'm very happy anyway, it's rare to get rid of anger, you like daggers, let's go to the blacksmith shop to see if there are any good things." Or, I'll make one for you, what do you think?"

Lose your marbles!

I didn't know what Ling Yuhan was thinking in front of me at all, but the feeling of being tightly held in his hand by that big hand was really good. Subconsciously raised the corners of his mouth, Twelve looked at the person in front of him, that fiery red figure, representing enthusiasm, even if he was covered by the veil, he couldn't stop his life's elegance, star-like vast eyes, always people can't see through.

There are too many intersections on the street, and the people around them look ahead, and they can't take their eyes off it, afraid that at that moment, they will miss the show. The person on the field quickly threw the dark iron in his hand into the furnace, and with a pick of his right hand, a strange light suddenly appeared, but seeing that his speed was very fast, when he stretched out his hand, the handful of dark iron was already wrapped in his hand, and he put it on the stone slab, and the hammer in his hand fell suddenly.

Fierce, resolute.

The force smashed against the red-hot black iron, and Venus sprung up in all directions, spreading out in both directions. The man with the headband was already sweating profusely, his short coat tied in the waistband of his trousers, and his two arms were bare, and he looked even more powerful.

Every time it was beaten, the dark iron made a "bell" sound, and a hammer struck everyone's hearts.

It was just a stick of incense, and the person in front of him picked up his right hand, and before the dark iron cooled down, he quickly put the beaten long sword into the fire, but in an instant, he wrapped it in a towel and lifted it up, and continued to smash it.

"Okay!" The crowd applauded even more, and looked at the man in front of them, in just one hour, that Xuantie long sword had been cooled and built, and in today's world, only they could do it, quietly in the build, but in an instant, they completed what others could only do in a few days or even months!

As soon as his hands sank, the barearm man roared angrily, pressed his hands on the hilt of the sword, and slammed his hand towards the ordinary long sword behind him. only heard a "click", and the vulnerable long sword broke in two in an instant, falling to the ground, which was simply vulnerable.

"It's amazing!" For a while, the people in the crowd couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and their eyes were about to fall on the long sword, if they had such a long sword, what would they be afraid of, just an ordinary swing of the sword, it can crush the enemy's long sword, which is completely incomparable!

The two people below were slightly stunned, dragging their chin with one hand, the pair of narrow Danfeng eyes were raised upward, and Twelve couldn't help but whisper: "There is something wrong with this fire, Yu Han, do you feel it?"

"It's vindictive. Ling Yuhan didn't hide anything, in the midst of that fire, that blue-white fighting spirit was stored in it, hovering above the fire, this artificial sword, actually knew the fighting energy. This kind of sword-making method is only known to them.

Infusing his own fighting energy into the weapon, making the dark iron stronger, which is not comparable to ordinary blades. What's more, on the built long sword, they can also add formations to enhance defense and attack power.

If he saw such a scene in other continents, Ling Yuhan would not be surprised, but now...... In this realm of oblivion, there are almost no people with fighting spirit, either from the outer continent or from the day after tomorrow. So, which kind of swordsmith do these swordsmiths belong to?

"Thank you all, from now on, our Bright Moon Sword Casting Pavilion will be open to everyone, and anyone who wants to cast weapons will be charged half price for the first three days!"

And the flickering cold light is a little scary.

The people in the circle quickly walked towards the shop, even if they didn't buy it, they had to look at the weapon in front of them to see how it was different from other weapons. The big men on both sides had already guarded the door, maintaining order, and at the same time whispered: "Please don't touch the things in here, be careful to cut your fingers." ”

"Ha, is it really that sharp, you can't touch it...... Ouch!" The man who spoke reached out and pressed his hand on the sword, which was originally just a joke, but the moment his finger touched the blade, the whole person's finger had already broken the skin, and if he continued to press it a little, his whole finger would be gone.

The long sword that tasted the blood flashed with a bewitching light, and the cold air became more and more pressing.

"It's such a powerful killing aura, it seems that people who use fighting spirit are also very powerful masters. As soon as he entered the store, the blades around him trembled, and a strong murderous aura exploded in an instant, pressing towards the door.

The fierce murderous aura is like an army on the battlefield, and the murderous aura carries the majesty of a soldier, which makes people tremble. Some people who are in poor health have just come into contact with that murderous aura, and they only feel that their chests are very tight, and they can't stabilize their feet at all.

"What's going on!" The guards on both sides also panicked, these weapons are all lower-level, but the weapons that can attract the lower-level are all releasing such a murderous aura, there must be a high-ranking person in the store.

"Hum!" the sound of the strings sounded, and the next moment, the long sword of the entire shop fell silent, quickly reined in its murderous aura, and lay quietly in the scabbard.

The other clerks hurriedly wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, quickly put their hands in front of them, and looked inside respectfully.

The blue and white robe shrouded in everyone's sight, the slender fingers held the long qin, the corners of the mouth rose upward, and the murderous anger in his eyes was hidden in an instant, but he stared at the people around him faintly.

"Master!" the people on both sides said in a deep voice, and they all stood aside.

Bowing slightly, the person holding the qin said softly: "I don't know if there is a distinguished guest coming to the door, but I don't know why the distinguished guest is here?"

couldn't help but take a deep breath of cold air, and the others swallowed a mouthful of saliva violently, this speed was really too fast, even they didn't see it clearly, how could this polite man in front of him have such a speed?

The corners of his mouth rose upward, the essence in Ling Yuhan's eyes flashed, and Yun said lightly: "When I arrived at the blacksmith shop, I naturally wanted to see the weapons, and I didn't mean anything else." Could it be that the boss will refuse customers when he opens the door to do business?"

"Naturally not, it's fate to be here, friend, the weapons here are only made by my apprentices, it's better to go up to the second floor to see, the weapons on it, maybe there are ones you like." The corners of his mouth hooked upward, and the man holding the long qin bowed slightly, and first lifted the curtain and walked towards it.

For a while, everyone stared at Ling Yuhan and Twelve, seeing them go up, they also followed towards the second floor, even the boss came out to speak, the weapons on the first floor were very ordinary, and the ones on the second floor were boutiques!

It's just that this group of people wants to go up to the second floor, and those shopkeepers are difficult to do, and they don't know what to do at all.

And the indifferent man said softly: "Since it is open for business, there is no need to stop the guests from saying, if you want to come up, come up, it's just that the weapons on the second floor are too sharp." ”

"Hum!" As soon as he went up to the second floor, the fierce murderous aura came to his face, more intense than the first floor, some people had not come up, they had already smelled the murderous aura, their legs trembled subconsciously, and they didn't dare to go up at all, and even when they saw those long swords, they felt that they were being watched by a pair of eyes, and they couldn't breathe at all, and the whole person seemed to be frozen in ice, and they couldn't even move a finger.

The icy aura was suffocating, and for Ling Yuhan and Twelve, this bit of murderous aura was nothing at all.

Even Rong Jie couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, this weapon was cast by him himself, and the fighting spirit in it was full, ordinary people couldn't resist it at all, and the person in front of him didn't have anything. In addition to not being afraid of vindictiveness, the strength is also above him!

The long piano in his hand was even tighter, and Rong Jie smiled indifferently: "The weapons on the second floor, are the two of you satisfied?"

Twelve looked around the second floor, looking at the long sword in front of him, although there was enough killing energy, but the weapons created were very immature, and the fighting spirit was too weak, compared to the blades in their hands, it was nothing at all.

But why, is the aura of slaughter so heavy?

Subconsciously picked up the long sword, twelve pinched the long sword in his hand, the slender fingers crossed the blade of the long sword, the corners of his mouth subconsciously rose upward, the aura of slaughter, it was really very powerful, the identity of the person in front of him was very noble.

The light in his eyes flickered, and Twelve put down the long sword in his hand and said lightly: "I don't know why the boss wants to open a blacksmith shop to make weapons, you are born like a nobleman." ”

"What kind of dignitary and nobleman, it's just that when he was about to starve to death, he was rescued by others, learned the ability to strike iron, and now he comes out to eat with his own hands. If I were a dignitary, I wouldn't have done this. Rong Jie said indifferently, stretched out his hand to touch his long qin, but an unknown glimpse flashed in his eyes.

That kind of hatred, who knows?