At first, Demon Zangfeng just listened, but gradually became fascinated, and was very interested in what the old man gray-beard said about these people and things. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unconsciously, the small half jar of rice wine was poured out while the old man was talking.

He smacked his mouth a few times, shaved off the beads of wine on his beard, and sucked a lot of drops into his mouth, then he got up leisurely and said, "You are still sensible, you can listen to the old man finish speaking, only this once, don't take it as an example, let's change the hammer."

"Well, that..."

"It's tight, it's grinding, the smell of wine is almost gone", seeing that the little guy was still standing in place, the gray-bearded old man said with drooping eyelids.

"No, senior, I don't change the hammer", Demon Zangfeng finally spoke, a little embarrassed.

"Don't change the hammer", the gray-bearded old man's eyes widened, and with the rice wine that had just been eaten, he blushed and said, "If you don't change the hammer, you will do the hair, play the old man."

Sensing that the old man's emotions were a little excited, Demon Zangfeng shook his hand again and again, "No, no, I'm just here to get the refined iron."

The gray-bearded old man seemed to choke on drinking, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked at the iron bucket that Demon Zangfeng was carrying, and then at Demon Zangfeng.

Demon Zangfeng nodded, and said cautiously, "Take the fine iron"

As soon as he finished saying this, he saw the old man rushing over, snatching the iron bucket from his hand without saying anything, and almost didn't put his head into it.

"This is forged by you", the gray-bearded old man took out a piece of forged iron that still had residual warmth, blew his beard and glared.

"Yes, is there anything wrong", the old man had just drunk wine, his face was flushed, and his messy appearance was really a little scary, Demon Zangfeng said nervously.

The gray-bearded old man looked at the Demon Hidden Blade again, and he checked the fine iron in his hand, there was no doubt that this touch was clearly struck with the heavy hammer.

He didn't let go of any of the three pieces of refined iron, and each of them was carefully checked and knocked, as if he was engaged in ore research.

"This strength, this scale, it's impossible, your physique is good, but you shouldn't be able to do it now", the gray-bearded old man looked up and down the demon hidden blade while stroking the refined iron.

It wasn't until he saw that Demon Zangfeng had goosebumps that he suddenly narrowed his eyes, "You used the secret method of overdrawing your physical strength"

Hearing the old man say this, Demon Zangfeng was stunned at first, and was slightly surprised.

Secret method?

Although I don't know what the secret method is, if I talk about overdrawing my physical strength, then my "power liberation" is indeed a bit like what the old man said.

It's just that the "power liberation" is related to the painting scroll and the "Immortal Killing Duel" in the Mud Pill Palace, and the demon Zangfeng will not speak easily.

Seeing that the demon Zangfeng didn't want to reveal, the gray-bearded old man didn't care and said, "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that most of these secret methods will have a serious load on the body, and without the support of a strong physique and elixir, it will fall into the root of the disease, don't do something stupid to pick up sesame seeds and drop watermelons."

Taking the bucket from the old man with the gray beard, Demon Zangfeng didn't pay much attention to what he said about the damage to his body.

First, his "power liberation" is only similar to the secret method of overdraft mentioned by the old man, but it is not similar.

Second, the load demon Zangfeng felt it, but every time he took a little rest, those pains would disappear quickly, probably because the Qing Qi strengthened the body, or because he had the ability to recover since he was a child.

However, Demon Zangfeng still nodded and said "thank you".

The gray-bearded old man sat back on the bamboo chair, waved his hand and said, "It's useless to say this, it's better to have something practical, such as bringing me good wine or something for the old man, maybe I'm happy for a while, and I'll give you a few tricks."

If this was heard by the sword-forging apprentice who knew the old man well, he would definitely scoff at it and secretly laugh at the old man for deceiving people again.

The old man said a lot of this, and at first many people offered wine to the old man with a surprised attitude.

But after they all returned empty-handed, no one was fooled, and they all secretly scolded the old man for being insidious and cunning, and he was a good person.

If it weren't for the old man being a guard, it is estimated that many people would want to go up and **** for a beating.

As time passed, those sword-forging apprentices became more and more reluctant to give him a good look, and most of them simply ignored him.

Demon Zangfeng nodded with a smile and took note of the old man's words.

Of course, Demon Zangfeng didn't expect the old man to have anything to teach him, just because the gray-bearded old man was too much like the sloppy old man who taught him to scavenge before his death, and Demon Zangfeng had a respect and nostalgia in his heart.

"Then I'll go get the fine iron," Demon Zang Feng said.

Graybeard drove impatiently, hugged his body, curled up slightly on the bamboo chair, and after a while, he snored.

Seeing this scene, Demon Zangfeng was stunned again.

I used to pick up cigarette butts behind the sloppy old scavenger buttocks, but when I was tired, I hugged my body like this and curled up slightly beside the old man.

Every now and then, the sloppy old man will forcibly cover his smelly and dirty clothes on himself, and when he covers it, he does not forget to brag that this dress was privately ordered by him before, called Anima, and it is a big brand.

Demon Zangfeng only watched people show off Adi at school, where had he heard of Anima, and knew that the old man was fooling himself again, so he raised his leg and kicked it off.

However, the sloppy old man will always take the trouble to cover himself, and after a long time, Demon Zangfeng will not bother to move his feet, and let the stinky clothes cover him.

Subconsciously took off the miscellaneous clothes on his body, and the demon hidden feng covered the old man and quietly left the place.

It seemed that he smelled the smell of sweat on his clothes, and the miscellaneous clothes were very disgusting, and the gray-bearded old man who was full of alcohol hummed a few words in his sleep dissatisfiedly, but his hand pulled his clothes and did not let go.

Demon Zangfeng originally only clamped two pieces of refined iron, but thinking that the old man was already asleep, there was no limit to receiving refined iron, so he clamped three more pieces, for a total of five pieces.

Whether it is pig iron for tasks or refined iron for quenching, there is no restriction on receiving it, just register.

Completed, directly to the auditor for inspection, qualified on the registration of the place tick, not completed, then continue to forge, when to quench, when to report.

Then, at the end of each month, the reviewers of each group hand over the registered list to the upper level, check the total amount, and settle the cash according to the amount of registration completed.

This piece is quite strict, and the clan values it very seriously, so no one dares to do anything in the number, and there is no mistake.

Therefore, as long as it does not occupy space, it does not matter how much you receive.

Picking up the heavy iron bucket, Demon Zangfeng walked quickly to the casting hall.

This time, though, the return of the Demon Hidden Edge failed to attract the slightest attention, as everyone was staring at the front with blazing eyes.

Demon Zangfeng looked along everyone's line of sight suspiciously, and what came into his eyes was a big man with a strong physique and a body like an iron tower.

"Huh?" a familiar figure flashed through his mind, this person was the tower man who led his assessment, Grizzly Bear.

Raising his feet, Demon Zangfeng walked quickly to his casting table.