When Demon Zangfeng left the firewood room, Lin Yuechan still didn't look back and say the last word, and Demon Zangfeng was helpless about it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But all of this will be resolved in three days!

The scorching sun illuminated the entire path as if it was on fire, and Demon Zangfeng trotted all the way, and soon passed through the corridor and entered the sword casting office.

Most of the people in front of the sword-forging platform had already arrived, and the arrival of the Demon Hidden Feng only attracted a few glances, and then it sank into the sea.

Feeling a somewhat strange atmosphere, Demon Hidden Feng found that today's sword casting place seemed to be a little too quiet.

However, although it was quiet, the eyes that collided invisibly, as well as the impatient hammer sound that exposed the voice of his heart in his hand, made Youzangfeng secretly puzzled.

What's the matter, it's like a bonus, and the day of salary settlement is the end of the month.

With some doubts, Demon Zangfeng didn't worry about anything, pulled out the bucket from under the casting table, and took out the eighty scale-patterned refined iron that had been placed in it before leaving.

As usual, open the stove and roast the fine iron to soften it and temper it better.

Taking a breath gently, the sword yuan in the demon hidden feng's body quietly flowed to his right hand, and his lips opened lightly, "Power liberation"

With the emaciated arm bursting into a circle of iron-like muscles, Demon Zang Feng grasped the delicate little iron hammer, and his left hand caught the red-hot fine iron, and thrashed it violently.

Eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three......

After about half a cup of tea, there was a complete piece of forged fine iron on the Demon Zangfeng casting table.

It was over, putting down the heavy hammer, Demon Zangfeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then picked up the piece of refined iron, put it in the iron bucket, and walked to the designated area.

This action of Demon Zangfeng attracted the attention of many people, and going to the designated area was nothing more than receiving quenched iron stone.

Because most people receive the quenched iron for the day in the morning, he goes now, is it all quenched?

"Hey, no, that kid has already completed a hundred catties of quenching iron", said a rookie sword-forging apprentice.

"I heard that he finished a hundred catties of quenching iron on the first morning, and I don't think it's bad," said the swordsmith apprentice next to him.

"Grandma's, this kind of fragrant gluttony with innate divine power, why didn't it take Lao Tzu's turn, I haven't even reached the standard for a piece of quenched iron until now", another newcomer who had just become a swordsmith apprentice waved his hammer indiscriminately, complaining all over his face.

Behind him, an old sword-forging apprentice, sneered and glanced at the complaining big man in front of him, just this kind of half-hanging, giving him innate divine power is also a waste.

"Zhu, what about his innate divine power, with his body that has not yet fully grown up, is it possible that he still wants to be comparable to the nine selected reviewers?", someone said jealously.

"That is, no matter how natural the divine power is, it will take time to grow, and today is the day to distribute the Qi Enhancement Pill, that kid is not eligible to receive it, in this way, even if it is innate divine power, it can make up for the gap"

People are always jealous of people who are more talented than themselves, and those present are no exception, and when they heard the words of these two people, many people around nodded in agreement.

The nine reviewers who were selected, without exception, were all top-notch among the sword-forging apprentices, and their strength and forging level far exceeded that of ordinary sword-forging apprentices.

Even if that kid was born with divine power, he was only much faster than others at the starting point, and it was absolutely impossible to exceed nine reviewers in a short period of time.

Thinking of this, many jealous people have been relieved.

"But with his innate divine power, it is certain that he will become an auditor in the future", this sentence suddenly inserted made everyone look at each other and be speechless.

Lin Ding's position was close to the center of the discussion, listening to the talk of the people around him, his face was very ugly, "It's ridiculous that a newcomer who has just become a sword-forging apprentice wants to replace me."

Demon Zangfeng didn't know that because of other people's unauthorized discussions, his impression in Lin Ding's heart was getting worse and worse.

In the designated area, the gray-bearded old man was lying on a bamboo chair half-asleep, if it weren't for the extra bottle of low-quality rice wine commonly found in the bazaar, others would have thought that he would sleep on the bamboo chair.

The gray-bearded old man raised his hand and took a sip of rice wine, some of which were sprinkled on his beard, and he ignored the dirty beard stained with iron filings, and put it directly into his mouth with his fingers, sucking it with a click, for fear of wasting a drop.

"Fast, fast, life, but a sip of wine, the sword rushes to the nine skies, let him be high, I laugh with the sword...", he shook his head, humming an out-of-tune tune, like those beggars on the street.

Humming a little song for a while, as if he was tired of singing, he carried the small jar of rice wine and turned around slightly.

"That stubborn boy hasn't come yet, he's really a dead eye, I want to see how long you can endure it", the gray-bearded old man held half a jar of rice wine, as if talking in a dream.

Demon Zangfeng walked into the turn of the first floor, made a few turns along the road sign, and approached the designated area to collect the iron ore.

At first glance, I saw the gray-bearded old man holding rice wine and lying on a bamboo chair with eight forks on his back.

The sloppy appearance of the gray-bearded old man has been seen by many people, and some newcomers may be cautious in their words and deeds, but those old fritters who have been in him for several years do not hide the disgusted look on his face, and some even cover their noses and pass by.

This old man has been here for seven or eight years, and at first they would still wonder if they were the masters of wild novels, and occasionally take a few words and bring a nice bottle or two of wine, wanting to rub some benefits.

But over time, after confirming that he was just a sloppy old man who loved to drink inferior rice wine, no one took care of it, and no one brought wine to the old man.

However, Demon Zangfeng was stunned, not because of the old man's sloppy appearance, but because of the few memories evoked by the gray-bearded old man.

In my previous life, I was an orphan, so I always picked up plastic bottles and cardboard, not for money, but just to see my sister's heart-warming smile.

However, he didn't know much about the rules of this business, and picked up things that shouldn't be picked up, only to be chased down the street by a beggar with a beer bottle, and finally stopped by a sloppy old scavenger.

From then on, he often followed the sloppy old man to help pick up some cigarette butts, and the old man often nagged himself.

It's a pity that the day after my sister left, the sloppy old scavenger also passed away, and he was the only one left in the deserted home.

With the blessing of dragging the old scavengers, Demon Zangfeng can also rely on picking up some plastic bottles alone, barely making a living, and will not starve to death.

"What, do you think my old man is sloppy", the gray-bearded old man squinted at the demon Zangfeng who was stunned in place, and didn't care.

Recalling being interrupted, Demon Zangfeng looked at the gray-bearded old man, and finally understood why he didn't resent his tirade.

There was a slight warmth at the corners of his mouth, and Demon Zangfeng shook his head with a chuckle.

Being laughed at, the gray-bearded old man should have been angry, but seeing the smile of the demon hidden feng in his heart, he didn't have any superfluous meaning, he wanted to scold and scold, and swallowed it back.

"What are you smiling at, say, come and do something", the gray-bearded old man took a sip of wine and squinted his eyes.

"I want to", before the demon Zangfeng finished speaking, he heard the gray-bearded old man snort angrily.

"Now that I know that I have to change the hammer, I can't do it, it doesn't mean that the heavier the hammer, the more capable you are, and the more powerful you are, the vitality will not be able to achieve great things, and the vitality will have a future."

With the strength of the wine, the old man became more and more up, and he couldn't stop as soon as he opened his mouth, "I tell you, there is a swordsmith who forges dark iron with a mallet, do you know what dark iron is, it is a thousand times harder and a thousand times heavier than the refined iron you quench, and he only uses a mallet to ......"