The Instrument Master Guild, still intact in the side hall.

A large crowd gathered around the flaming stove, their faces slightly gloomy.

At this moment, more than half of the people in the Instrument Master Guild poured into this room.

There are refiners, front desk servants, and miscellaneous servants, and the scene is very noisy.

After hearing Su Daochen's idea of not being able to do anything, they stopped doing the work in their hands and spontaneously got together.

I want to see with my own eyes how this arrogant boy got out of trouble.

Even Lin Baohu was not sure that he would be able to repair this famous sword, how could a young man, a layman who didn't know anything, do it?

Obviously a joke!

Inside the furnace, the fire was raging, and the whole room was extremely hot, and not long after entering, everyone's robes were soaked.

This furnace is not an ordinary furnace, it is a refining furnace exclusive to refiners, and the temperature is extremely high.

The whole body is forged from unknown metal, with a black-brown luster, and is seven or eight zhang in size, spanning half of the room.

"Everyone, take a good look at how Lord Ouyang's senior disciples refine weapons."

Lin Baohu stood in front of a group of refiners, holding his arms, and his tone was neither salty nor light.

Hearing this, an old man with thinning hair couldn't help but frown and said:

"This kid hasn't grown his hair, he knows what the way of refining weapons is? It's nonsense! ”

Someone next to him shook his head and echoed.

"Who said it wasn't, I see that this kid has thin arms and legs, I'm afraid he can't even swing a hammer."

"Tsk, if he can refine weapons, then Lao Tzu has practiced in vain for more than 20 years? Amusing! ”

Suddenly, there was a voice of response, one after another, all of which were derogatory and contemptuous.

Obviously, in everyone's eyes, Su Daochen is just a grandstanding clown.

Listen to all kinds of harsh and ugly words.

Mo Peng's face stiffened slightly, and his mouth opened, but his voice was directly and completely drowned out and could not be transmitted.

He was a little anxious and looked at Su Daochen nervously.

found that the latter was very calm, concentrating on wiping the broken sword, as if the disturbances of the outside world had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, the noise gradually subsided.

Many playful eyes fell on Su Daochen in front of the stove.

The show is about to begin!

"Phew!"

An afterimage flashed, and a burst of fiery snakes rushed into the furnace, and the sound of burning seemed to be burning.

There was an eerie calm in the room.

But immediately after, there was a burst of laughter.

"I'll just say, where does this kid know how to refine weapons?"

"Hey, how can anyone come up and throw a weapon into the forging furnace, it's really a layman......"

"Nothing else, just talking about the cold iron attribute of this Cangming sword, it is not something that the mortal fire in the furnace can melt."

"Yes, the texture of the thousand-year-old cold iron is extremely tough, and the power of all fires, even if it burns for thousands of hours, it can't melt a single bit."

Seeing this scene, a trace of mockery flashed in Lin Baohu's eyes, and he shook his head silently.

He couldn't figure it out, he didn't even know the most basic common sense of refining weapons, where did he have the courage to claim that he could repair the Cangming Sword?

Inside the house, the fire rose, and the laughter of everyone became louder and louder, without the slightest concealment.

Su Daochen stood up, with his back to the crowd, unable to see the slightest emotion.

I saw his palm flip, and a long knife as thin as a cicada's wings fell into his hand.

Immediately, under a pair of twitching eyes, he threw it into the furnace without hesitation.

The moment you brushed, there was an uproar!

"What the hell? Isn't it repairing the Cangming Sword? How did you get Elder Li's Seven-Star Knife in? ”

"Although the main ingredient of the Seven Star Knife is not as good as the thousand-year-old cold iron, it is also mixed with many rare refining materials, and it is difficult to achieve results just by burning it with fire."

"Pretending to be a ghost, I don't know how to pretend to understand, the old man wants to see what tricks he can come up with!"

Several prestigious refiners gritted their teeth and sneered, looking at Su Daochen angrily.

If these people are just disparagement.

The old man with a sparse head before was not taboo, and directly opened his mouth to insult, spitting stars flying, and his words were extremely ugly.

And the people around him seem to have been accustomed to this for a long time, and there is no fluctuation.

Even Lin Baohu only frowned slightly, and did not say anything to stop it.

Obviously, this bald old man's position among a dry refiner was extraordinary.

"Elder Cao, what you're saying is too much!"

Listening to this foul language, Mo Peng couldn't bear it, and frowned.

This is clearly deliberately aimed at Su Daochen.

Who would have thought that instead of relenting, the bald old man laughed wildly.

"Old man Mo Peng, you are really regressing more and more, you are a lot older, and you are following behind a hairy boy, it is really shameless!"

"You ....."

Mo Peng's face changed slightly, and his eyes were a little gloomy, "Cao Laosan, your mouth is still as bad as ever, it's really unlucky." ”

After a pause, the corner of his mouth sneered: "What do you think, can I not know?" A word of warning to you, don't go too far, Su Shao is not something you can afford to offend, be careful and lose your life! ”

Hearing this, the bald old man's eyes flickered and became a little yin.

"Why, don't you let people say anything? Elder Mo is too lenient, right? ! ”

He twisted the corners of his mouth, and glanced at everyone with a gloomy face, quite yin and yang.

"That's it, this is the place of our Instrument Master Guild, how can there be a reason why you can't speak in your own home......

The people around him hurriedly spoke, responding in unison, looking like he was the only one looking at him.

Seeing this, Mo Peng's face froze, embarrassed and embarrassed.

In the face of a group of people's verbal and written criticism, he was alone and seemed so powerless.

"Fight with Elder Ben, you're still a little tender."

The bald old man showed a triumphant sneer, and his expression was very superior.

That's when it happened.

"Boom!"

A sound of breaking through the air rang out.

The bald old man, who was secretly laughing wildly, trembled, opened his mouth and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Immediately, it flew upside down, like an arrow from a string, extremely fast, and smashed into the crowd.

Suddenly, a wail rang out.

Caught off guard, many people were bleeding from their mouths and noses smashed by this humanoid cannonball, lying on the ground on all sides, whimpering.

I saw the bald old man's body fly sideways, piercing a bloody path, castrating unabated, until he smashed into a wall, and then stopped suddenly.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound rang out.

The walls were dented with cracks and stained with dense blood.

The old man's body twitched slightly, and he slowly fell to the ground weakly against the wall, his legs bent, and his eyes frightened.

This......

Seeing Elder Cao's tragic situation, the faces of the people around him changed drastically, and they were all shocked.

"Whew!"

Just when everyone was in shock, a figure suddenly came and flashed to the wall in a moment.

"Su Shao....."

Staring at the back of this white robe, Mo Peng's eyes trembled, and he was deeply shocked.

Su Daochen's face was slightly cold, and he slowly bent down and grabbed the collar of the bald old man.

Immediately afterwards, it was suddenly lifted in everyone's unspeakable eyes.

"Old thing, I've put up with you for a long time!"

With a slight force on his palms, Su Daochen pinched the neck of the bald old man like a chicken, and his eyes were extremely indifferent.