Clang! Clang! Clang!

A heavy thud sounded, and two figures were busy in front of the iron furnace.

Compared with Zhao Mengya's sophistication in his busy and steady manner, Qin Yu, who had just learned to strike iron on the side, seemed to be a little busy at the moment.

For a while, because the temperature was too high, the sword was directly burned.

For a while, because of the excessive force, a good weapon was uneven, and it looked like scrap metal.

There are also problems such as irregular opening, poor carving, always crooked blood grooves, etc., Zhao Mengya's eyebrows are wrinkled.

When Qin Yu persevered in destroying the sixth sophisticated weapon, Zhao Mengya, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, couldn't stand Qin Yu's spoiled weapons like this.

Throwing Qin Yu a discarded iron sword with a snap, Zhao Mengya pointed at the small stove next to him.

"Go, go over there and practice by yourself, don't touch my sword."

Qin Yu, who was working hard to strike iron, was stunned when he heard this, and after reacting, he was furious.

"Hey! What do you mean by you! What happened to me breaking a few swords? I, Qin Yu, are under the ...... of ten thousand people alone."

"Yes! Go! ”

“………… Cut, feng shui takes turns, and when I learn to strike iron, I will also drive you to the corner. ”

Muttering and dragging the scrap iron sword to the side, Qin Yu took the iron ingot that no longer had the shape in his hand and began to beat it hard, still muttering quietly while fighting.

Although because of the noise, I couldn't hear what he was saying.

But looking at his elongated face, nine times out of ten he didn't say anything good.

As the saying goes, when people reach middle age, they can't help themselves, and they have to bring up the four hobbies.

Forging, catching the sea, fishing, and health preservation, regardless of whether it is intentional or unintentional, can always attract a man's attention.

Even if Qin Yu didn't admit that he liked forging, after hesitating for a moment next to him, he still ran over and chose to learn to strike iron, and it took more than two hours to do a dozen.

Dingding and knocking, after a lot of effort, the discarded iron sword in Qin Yu's hand finally had a bit of appearance.

Regardless of whether the internal structure is strong enough or not, at least from this appearance, the sword in his hand can finally be called a sword.

After quickly quenching it, looking at the weapon that finally had a little appearance in his hand, Qin Yuxing began to polish and carve it in a hurry, preparing to make a few grooves to reduce the weight and make it look better by the way.

It's just that before he could concentrate on it, footsteps suddenly sounded next to him.

Zhao Mengya came behind him expressionlessly, raised her hand and slapped him on the back of the head.

Then he only heard the sound of the bell, and the frightened Qin Yu's palm suddenly exerted force.

With a click.

The sword, which had taken hours to make on the table, broke............

Looking at the broken sword that fell to the ground in the flick, Zhao Mengya's face was expressionless, and her voice was indifferent.

"There is a problem with the internal structure, this sword is useless, it is already useless."

Hearing this, Qin Yu looked down at his loot and was silent for more than ten seconds.

Then he turned around abruptly, grabbed the white cloth on Zhao Mengya's body and picked it up, and his facial features were distorted.

"You pay for my sword!"

"That sword is gone."

"I don't care if it's wasted! All I know is that you can't fix it! I'll scrap you! ”

"It's useless to repair it, the pattern you carved is too deep and too miscellaneous, it has seriously affected the sword body, if you hold it against people, it will be like broken glass, all along the pattern will be shattered."

"I don't care! You pay for my sword! Otherwise, I'll hammer you on an anvil! ”

In the roar, Zhao Mengya, who was sprayed with spittle, was expressionless, with a posture that you want to say whatever you want, your sword is a waste.

Qin Yu, who gradually calmed down from his rage, finally let go of Zhao Mengya, turned around and knelt in front of his sword, his face full of grief.

"This is my child, is it wrong for me to want my child to be pretty! I'm helping it ......."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, the broken sword that was picked up by Qin Yu broke into two along the pattern in a harsh and crisp sound due to the stress rupture.

Seeing this scene, Qin Yu's voice stopped abruptly.

Zhao Mengya, who was standing behind him with her hands on her shoulders, couldn't help but let out a sneer.

And her sneer instantly stimulated Qin Yu's sensitive nerves, grabbed the hammer, roared and rushed towards Zhao Mengya's forged weapons.

"My sword is broken, so no one wants to live with your sword! They all have to die!! ”

The chickens and dogs jumped, and the sound of clanging sounded, and Zhao Mengya, who hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, was directly smashed by a hammer and broke the red-hot blade in her hand.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough and hurriedly grabbed her hammer to face it.

The two hammers slammed into each other in mid-air, sparks flying in all directions.

Because of the excellent weapons, Zhao Mengya and Qin Yu were shocked and grinned.

It was like this for a long time, and finally the two of them couldn't bear their wrists and ended in a temporary truce.

viciously moved all his things, and even drew a long line on the ground with his sword, as a proof that the two sides do not interact with each other, and no one is allowed to cross the line.

Qin Yu held a large pile of iron swords and started his forging journey again.

It's just that a rookie forging method like him who is obviously not up to par with his skills is still insisting on playing bells and whistles and extremely bad means.

Zhao Mengya, who is a master of this way, can't even if she doesn't want to pay attention.

Looking at a group of weapons that could be called sophisticated, after passing through Qin Yu's hands, they were quickly destroyed into inferior products by patterns and pit man forging techniques.

The corners of Zhao Mengya's eyes shook wildly uncontrollably, where was there any mood forging.

After enduring it for an hour, Zhao Mengya finally couldn't restrain her instincts, and couldn't bear it anymore and began to point.

Although Qin Yu had strictly forbidden her to cross the line without permission.

But just because people can't get over doesn't mean that their voices can't get over either.

Dozens of meters away, Zhao Mengya began remote command.

"The pattern is too deep, and the sword will break."

"Shut up!"

"Don't open the angle of the sword edge too much, but gradually climb up the slope, otherwise the weapon will get stuck in the flesh!"

"Long-winded!"

"Don't hammer the tip of your sword! I've said it a few times! It's fragile there! Don't hammer the tip of the sword! Otherwise, the ...... will be broken"

Before the words fell, Qin Yu's hand shook, only to hear a click, and the tip of the sword spun and flew out on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the sound of striking iron and talking disappeared in an instant.

After being silent for a long time, when Qin Yu was carrying the hammer and looking at the broken sword and was silent, an irrepressible laugh suddenly entered his ears.

"Zhao Mengya! I want your life! ”

With an angry roar, Qin Yu suddenly raised the hammer in his hand and rushed towards Zhao Mengya angrily.

Frightened, the other party hurriedly grabbed the hammer to block, and with the sound of clanging, the two fought again.