"Knife ......"

The blacksmith faced this formidable killing intent, without a trace of fear, pinching his chin alone and thinking about something.

"I see, for the sake of this piece of meteorite, I'll make an exception to make a knife for you! What about the deadline? ”

After a while, the blacksmith finally nodded in agreement, not that he didn't want to refuse unfamiliar guests, but it was really that the once-in-a-lifetime forging material of meteorite iron was too tempting, and this was an opportunity that countless blacksmiths could not get in their lifetime.

"You decide, I'll wait."

Xue Hui finally spoke in a cold voice.

"I can talk." The blacksmith was in the mood to complain in the face of a guest like Xue Hui who would not be willing to approach when he walked on the road.

"Then you just wait, in two weeks, I will postpone all other work."

The blacksmith said to Xue Hui.

Xue Hui nodded, turned around and walked out, leaving the meteorite in the blacksmith shop without a trace of nostalgia.

Just as Xue Hui was leaving, an old man on crutches walked out of the room behind the store.

"Daddy, I was trying to teach you! I'm going to need you to help me this time, it's meteorite! The kind of legendary material you are talking about! ”

The blacksmith said excitedly to his father, the old blacksmith.

"I'm not blind, I can see it myself!"

The old blacksmith seemed to have seen too much, and he was not as excited as his son when he saw the meteorite, and after glancing at his son, his eyes turned to Xue Hui, who was gradually moving away.

Looking at Xue Hui's back, the old blacksmith muttered suspiciously:

"Am I really old? Why did I feel like I had seen him before, but I didn't have a detailed effect? ”

The old blacksmith stood in the doorway on crutches and fell into deep thought, until the blacksmith came to interrupt his thoughts.

Fortunately, this store usually does not have many customers, so I am not afraid of blocking the door.

"Alas, forget it, at least I haven't forgotten the method of forging meteoric iron, this is an exclusive craft passed down from generation to generation, boy, you have to take advantage of this opportunity, as long as you succeed, then you can become a legendary blacksmith in the Iron Country!"

The old blacksmith admonished the blacksmith.

The two closed the door of the store, noted the reason outside the store, and devoted themselves to the business of forging knives.

For fourteen days, the blacksmith barely met his eyes, and the single-minded forger was also able to accomplish him.

Two weeks passed, and when the door of the blacksmith shop opened again, Xue Hui's figure was already standing outside the door.

The blacksmith opened the door, and was greeted by Xue Hui, who was standing quietly like a pine, and was unexpectedly jumped.

"You're so elusive, you can't be waiting outside all the time, right?"

The blacksmith tiredly put away the sign outside the door, turned around and walked into the store, Xue Hui silently followed him, silently every step.

"I'm already very tired from building your knife, and Daddy feels like he's gone for half his life."

The blacksmith pointed to the glittering sword placed in the center of the weapon rack, and motioned for Xue Hui to fetch it himself.

Just as Xue Hui walked in front of this sword, which looked like a divine weapon, the blacksmith suddenly spoke.

"Although I want you to take the knife and leave, I'm really a little curious, this knife, what are you going to name it, after all, this may be the best work of my life."

The blacksmith said with a tired face.

Xue Hui stretched out his right hand, lifted the knife lightly, and held it in his hand, feeling like an arm making his fingers, at this moment, the chill of the blade and Xue Hui's own cold temperament fused into one.

For a while, the entire blacksmith shop couldn't help but drop a little temperature.

Xue Hui held the knife and didn't move for a while, as if he was savoring the knife, and then he said slowly.

"Your, name."

"What?"

The blacksmith was stunned for a moment.

"Name."

Xue Hui repeated softly.

"My name? You can call me Muramasa, it's the name we've passed down from generation to generation, and it's also the name of our forger, although not many people have heard of it now. ”

"It is said that during the samurai period, we were still a famous family of blacksmiths, but unfortunately now it is the world of ninjas."

The blacksmith began to sigh as he spoke.

Suddenly, a wave of ruffian warriors burst in from outside the door.

"Hey, isn't this our blacksmith? Last time, you made us suffer a loss, this time, there are many of us, see how you deal with us alone! Hand over all the knives you made for those high-flying guys! ”

The first one, drawing his katana, shouted at the blacksmith.

"Cut, what a bunch of troublesome guys, it's a bit bad now, in my weak state now, but the guest's knife must not be snatched away by them!"

The blacksmith said to himself with a frown, and then he saw the look in Xuehui's eyes.

As if to understand the meaning of Xue Hui's inquiry, the blacksmith squeezed out a stiff smile and explained to Xue Hui:

"It's out of the way, just a bunch of gangsters who are lackeys for some people."

"Huh? This knife in your hand seems to be good! ”

Although the gangster warrior felt the coldness of Xue Hui's temperament, the fox and the fake tiger were used to it and didn't take it seriously for a while, and swaggered up and pointed at the knife in Xue Hui's hand and shouted:

"Hey, you unkempt white-haired man, if you don't want to die, honestly hand over the knife in your hand to Uncle Ben, so that if I am in a good mood, I can spare your life."

When the blacksmith saw this, he immediately became anxious, and stopped him loudly:

"Hey, don't bother my guests, the knife in the store is for you, hurry up!"

"Are you blind to me? This knife is the best weapon to attach to our adults, do you want to send us away with other garbage?! ”

The thug samurai scoffed.

Seeing that Xue Hui didn't speak, the leader of the gangster warriors urged again:

"Hey! Give me a reaction, dumb? What is the name of this knife? Hurry up and bring it to me! ”

After that, impatiently, he reached out and wanted to snatch the knife from Xue Hui's hand.

"Don't! Stop it! The blacksmith was startled, feeling that something was wrong.

"Wow!" It was as if a breeze was blowing.

In front of everyone's eyes, Xue Hui's body seemed to shake slightly for a moment, and then the gangster warrior leader paused halfway through the movement of stretching out his hand.

After a while, a touch of blood seeped out of his neck, and the whole person fell in front of Xue Hui with a 'boom', and there was no longer life.

"Eight leaves and one knife flow, five types, waning moon."

Xue Hui maintained the posture of drawing his sword from beginning to end, and coldly said the most words after coming to the Iron Country.

"Alas—" The blacksmith sighed helplessly as he saw that his worst fears had happened, covering his head.

But that's just the beginning.

"Nino-no-Style: Wind!"

Xue Hui didn't wait for the others to react, his figure flashed, and he instantly slashed out the sword and sword, heading towards the remaining troublesome thug warriors.