Faced with Chen Zhixuan's request to borrow Dongcang Lan Xuantie from himself, Zhuge Ang exclaimed in surprise: "Old Chen, aren't you looking for a replacement for the Ink Bone Sword, thinking too much about things, and thinking about your brain? The Xuantie and Hematoid Iron of Dongcang Lan Yin and Yang Iron have long been used to forge the Ink Bone Sword and useless swords, even if it is some leftovers, they have long been lost with the passage of time, now, where can I go to find Xuantie for you!"

"That's why I borrowed it from you!"

Chen Zhixuan looked at Zhuge Ang very seriously, that expression didn't look like he was joking, not to mention, Chen Zhixuan had never liked to joke, so Zhuge Ang became more and more puzzled, and asked, "Then what do you mean?"

Even though Zhuge Ang had an answer in his heart, he was extremely unacceptable to that answer, so he asked Chen Zhixuan rhetorically, hoping that he could give an answer that could veto what he thought in his heart, but he didn't want to, Chen Zhixuan's answer made him explode directly.

Zhuge Ang roared sharply: "You want me to melt the useless sword? You are going too far! Do you know, this sword has been with me for many years, and now you want me to melt the sword and then use half of the material to forge a sword? No, this is absolutely not possible, I will never agree!"

Zhuge Ang crackled, with a look of refusal, and at the same time, he held the useless sword tightly in his arms, for fear of being robbed. Chen Zhixuan saw that he was so nervous, so he comforted: "This sword, it's just a weapon, besides, with the strength of your second son of Xianmen, even if you don't have a useless sword, you can defeat the invincible opponent in the world, right?"

Chen Zhixuan knew Zhuge Ang very well, as long as he said something good to praise him, he would let his guard down. At this time, Chen Zhixuan praised him like this, which was very useful to him, so Zhuge Ang was a little lax, and unconsciously smiled faintly, and said in a low voice: "That's right, the strength of this son, although it is not the first in the entire Xianmen, is also a middle master!"

"But!" Zhuge Ang's words changed, "Useless sword, I won't compromise! Don't you think!" After speaking, he wanted to flee quickly with the useless sword.

Unexpectedly, after turning around, a figure behind him suddenly slammed into the back of Zhuge Ang's head, and with a loud bang, Zhuge Ang fell to the ground and fainted.

"Hahaha...... I didn't expect this trick to be equally useful for you people in the Immortal Sect!" Jin Guan clapped his palms, squatted down, looked at Zhuge Ang who was lying motionless on the ground and smiled: "I'm sorry, since you don't want to give, then we can only rob it, no way, His Royal Highness is willing to give up half of his blood, you pay a little to break iron, what's the big deal!"

After Jin Guan finished speaking, he snatched the useless sword that Zhuge Ang was still holding tightly in his arms after he fainted to the ground, and then got up and handed it to Chen Zhixuan, "Here you go, you can use it however you want, but you have to hurry, in case the old man wakes up, it will be difficult to deal with!" As he spoke, he laughed again: "However, when you melt the sword, even if he makes trouble again, there is no way!"

Looking at Jin Guan's somewhat smug expression, Chen Zhixuan nodded appreciatively and gave him a thumbs up at the same time. Jin Guan was very useful, stuffed the useless sword into Chen Zhixuan's arms, and then said: "Okay, you go and melt this sword first, and the main hall will go down to make up for it, so as not to get ...... time" Saying, almost crying, "I have a life......

After Jin Guan finished speaking, he turned around and went out with some grievances, leaving Chen Zhixuan with a slightly lonely back. Chen Zhixuan looked at his back, shook his head, and looked back at Zhuge Ang who fell to the ground, but he didn't intend to care about him, but took the useless sword and went back to his carpenter shop.

A little later, Zhuge Ang woke up, looked at the empty room, looked around and found that his useless sword was gone, recalled the situation at that time, spat hatefully, and a roar came out of the room: "Chen Zhixuan!

After the roar, a figure flashed in the Qinghe Hall and disappeared.

The door of Chen Zhixuan's carpenter shop was violently opened by an inexplicable gust of wind, and the already unstable wooden door was broken into several pieces in an instant. Zhuge Ang walked inside angrily, Zhuge Lian saw the person coming, and immediately greeted him with a smile: "Brother, why are you here!"

Zhuge Ang tried to keep his composure and asked, "What about the kid?"

Zhuge Lian didn't know why, and asked puzzledly: "Who is that kid?"

"Who else could it be, of course it's Chen Zhixuan!"

"Oh, what you said Brother Zhixuan, since he came back from the palace, he has been locked in the sword forging room for a long time, maybe he really created some new weapons!"

Before Zhuge Lian finished speaking, Zhuge Ang pulled Zhuge Lian away and rushed into the sword casting room full of anger.

The door was pushed open abruptly, Chen Zhixuan paused, looked up and saw Zhuge Ang's angry red face, nodded slightly and smiled: "You're late!" At the same time, he pointed to the molten iron in a container in the sword furnace and comforted: "However, I only need a small half, and the rest, I will re-forge a more beautiful and better 'useless' for you, you can rest assured, I will use the best craftsmanship, and even inlay you with gold and jade, so that it looks graceful and luxurious, high-profile and luxurious, and it is definitely worthy of your identity as the second son of Xianmen!"

Zhuge Ang listened to Chen Zhixuan, who had never been very praised, saying these words that should not come out of his mouth in such a curious way, but he was not very happy, because he understood that all the words Chen Zhixuan said now were just superficial words to calm his anger, so hearing his words, Zhuge Ang became even more angry.

"I'll kill you!" A roar came from the sword-casting room, and Zhuge Lian, who was carrying the teapot, was stunned for a moment, and said to herself: "Oh no, Brother Zhixuan is in danger!" So he threw down the teapot and ran towards the sword-casting room.

However, Zhuge Lian was still a step late, and when she arrived at the sword casting room, Chen Zhixuan had been forced into a corner by Zhuge Ang and couldn't move, Zhuge Lian saw this, and immediately picked up her fist and attacked Zhuge Ang's back, and yelled in her mouth: "Let go of Brother Zhixuan!"

A heavy fist hit Zhuge Ang's back, he bared his teeth in pain, tilted his head to look at Zhuge Lian with difficulty, and said very aggrievedly: "You are going to murder your brother!"

was betrayed by people close to him twice in a row, Zhuge Ang felt that he had really failed in life. He let go of Chen Zhixuan and couldn't help sighing: "Chen Zhixuan, what kind of ecstasy did you give my sister, and you didn't even recognize your own brother!"

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