In front of the Wind and Fire Forging Gate, there was a gloomy cloud.

Compared with the hardware hall, Gu Yueju, and Su Feng Zhai, which have been inherited for a hundred years, Fenghuo Forging is just a "small character" with a history of twenty or thirty years. Heritage, connections, technology, personnel, all aspects are incommendable, in Jianchuan City, which has a history of sword casting for hundreds of years, it is just an insignificant small workshop.

Duan Heihu, the great master of wind and fire forging, is only a martial artist in the last "blood exchange period", and he is really not on the stage in Jianchuan City, which is full of famous heroes.

Therefore, the day after Duan Heihu Iron Clothes Fang took action in front of the door and rescued Yan Li, a big trouble came to the door.

Han Tong, the big boss of the Iron Cloak Workshop, with four or five swordsmiths with big shoulders and round waists, stood in front of the gate of the Beacon Fire Section with a menacing attitude.

Han Tong is no more than six feet tall, with a face full of horizontal flesh and knotted muscles all over his body, more like a green-skinned boss of a street gang.

"What about Duan Heihu? Why didn't you come out to answer when you didn't see this splash? Didn't you hear the name of my Iron Cloak Workshop and be scared to death?" The arrogant tone and smooth tone made people angry.

He held a pitch-black long sword in his hand, shaking his head and scolding in front of the Wind and Fire Forging Gate, as if the eight generations of ancestors of the Beacon Fire Section owed him a large sum of silver.

Han Lin, the young man who whipped Yan Li yesterday, stood beside Han Tong, with an evil smile on his face, looking at the wind and fire forging people in front of him with disdain.

The representative of Fenghuo Forging is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old black and thin young man, who is somewhat similar to Duan Heihu in his eyebrows and eyes, and is Duan Heihu's only son, Duan Yan.

Behind him were a few blacksmiths forged by Wind and Fire, but Duan Heihu was missing.

Duan Yan raised his eyebrows, stared at Han Tong in front of him fiercely, and said indignantly: "You despicable villain, don't spray feces all over your mouth here! My father was plotted by someone last night and is still unconscious, it must have been done by someone sent by your Han family!"

It turned out that Duan Heihu was injured by someone last night, and his life was ninety percent, and he was still unconscious at this time. Duan Yan was about to ask a famous doctor for treatment again, when Han Tong from the Iron Cloak Workshop brought a group of people to the door.

"Hey~~~~ You can't talk nonsense. Han Tong said in a pretentious manner, "My iron clothes shop is a decades-old brand, it was founded by the ancestors of the Han family back then, and it is a well-known golden signboard in Jianchuan City and even on the entire rivers and lakes, and you can't afford to splash dirty water!"

"My father taught you a lesson during the day, but at night he was plotted by someone, if you didn't do it, who else could there be?" Master, I don't want to fight for my life today, and I will fight with you to break the net!" Duan Yan was furious, and he was about to start when he drew his sword. A few elderly wind and fire blacksmiths behind him hurriedly grabbed him - the life and death of the big boss are uncertain, and if something happens to the young master, it will really be all over.

Han Tong was so frightened by Duan Yan that he took two steps back, and when he saw that the tiger-headed young man was being stopped, he immediately came to his senses again, and said loudly: "You wind and fire forging really don't understand the rules, and you actually spew blood on the street......!" I'm a dignified swordsmith senior, and I don't know as much as you little ghost. Today, I, Han Tong, am forging swords with you on behalf of the Iron Cloak Workshop, do you dare to fight?"

The so-called sword fighting is also a unique challenge in Kenchuan Castle.

There are a lot of Jianchuan sword casting workshops, and when they challenge each other, they take out the swords they have built to evaluate them, and bet on winning or losing, which is sword fighting.

Generally speaking, with the qualifications of the iron-clad workshop, he will not take the initiative to fight swords in such a small workshop as Wind and Fire. But yesterday in front of the Iron Clothes Workshop, the fifth lady of the Han family, under the joint efforts of the four big masters of the sword casting workshop, kowtowed on the street to admit her mistake, which can be described as a shame and thrown to her grandmother's house. Among them, the three families of Wujintang, Gu Yueju, and Su Fengzhai have their own origins and huge influence, and the small wind and fire forging has of course become the object of the Han family's anger.

"Whoa—"

Han Tong triumphantly pulled out the ink-colored long sword in his hand, pursed his lips and mocked: "This ink slash, the whole body is made of dark iron, and the iron is like clay, it is a real top-grade divine soldier." A little wind and fire forging, I'm afraid I've never seen it!"

Seeing Mo Feng's slash, the faces of several blacksmiths forged by Wind and Fire turned pale - not to mention its forging technique, just the whole body of dark iron is very remarkable. Dark iron level materials, wind and fire forging really do not have. Now that the other party is coming to the door with such a divine weapon, how will you pass the test?

Han Tong waved a few times with the ink blade in his hand, and then put it down - the divine weapon made of the whole body of dark iron, the weight of a hundred catties, is a weapon that can only be used by a real master. His poor cultivation was sore with a few waves of his arm.

Don't look at his skills, but his mouth is not forgiving at all: "I said that you guys are staring at each other with big eyes, do you understand the swordfight? Take out the treasure of your wind and fire forging? hehe...... I'm afraid that it won't be enough to take it out, so let's admit defeat early! According to the rules of sword fighting, the losing side obediently takes off the signboard and rolls out of Jianchuan City~~"

Duan Yan's right hand tightly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist, and his lips were almost bitten bleeding, but he couldn't say a word.

Although he was not interested in the craft of sword casting when he was a child, he devoted himself to practicing martial arts and going to the rivers and lakes to fight chivalrous and righteous deeds, and even joined the "Hengjiang Gang" last year and became a small leader. But after hearing and seeing, he still understands the rules of the sword casting workshop in Jianchuan City. If you lose today, the "Wind and Fire Forging" signboard that has been passed down for two generations on the top of your head is just afraid that you really can't keep it!

That's it.

The key is that his father Duan Heihu is still seriously injured and in a coma, if Fenghuo Forging has to leave Jianchuan City, how can he save his father?

The Iron Cloak Workshop is forcing his Duan family to die.

But there was nothing he could do.

Sword fighting has been a rule for hundreds of years, and if the wind and fire forging does not follow the rules, even if they pass today's level, their father and son will not be able to gain a foothold in the rivers and lakes in the future.

Han Tong saw that the other party was silent, and his arrogance became even greater, "How is it? What about the scrap copper and rotten iron that you forged in wind and fire? Hurry up and take it out...... What do you mean if you don't open your mouth? If you can fight, come quickly, otherwise, get out of Jianchuan quickly!"

"You deceive people too much-" Duan Yan shouted, his eyes were red, and he was about to draw his sword and fight for his life. The three blacksmiths behind him desperately grabbed him, but they didn't know what to do.

The dispute between the two sides has caused many onlookers. The peddlers and pawns in the city, and the ranger swordsmen who passed by, all gathered around to watch. From the ranger's point of view, they can't get used to Han Tong's arrogance and pride, and they can't get used to the little young master behind Han Tong with a disdainful smile on his face, but in the same way, the sword fighting between the sword casting workshops is not a place for chivalry and righteousness.

Just when the Wind and Fire Forging people were in retreat, a weak voice suddenly came from the Wind and Fire Forging:

"Ahem...... Cough...... With scrap iron fighting swords, it's really time for the ironclad shop to close. ”

The voice is the voice of a teenager, and the tone is also extremely flat, which reveals the lack of middle qi in the seriously injured body, but with an indescribable shock, sweeping through the field like a breeze, so that the atmosphere of the two sides is about to erupt, and it suddenly condenses.

Who dares to say that it is scrap iron?

When this sentence passed by their ears, not only the onlookers were stunned, but Han Tong and Han Lin were stunned, and even Duan Yan, who was preparing to fight hard, was stunned.

"Click...... Click......"

With the sound of smooth and weak footsteps, the figure of a young man walked out of the wind and fire forging, his whole body was wrapped in medicinal cloth, and only a pair of clear eyes were revealed.

"Hahaha......" After being stunned for a moment, Han Tong recognized Yan Li, and came to the spirit again, "Hiding your head like this, who is my master, it turns out to be Yan Li, you little bastard! Not to mention that you have the bloodline of a mongrel who has a mother and no father, just say that you yourself are just a waste apprentice in my ironclad workshop, and you haven't even held a hammer for so many years, and you are embarrassed to discuss the sword in front of the master?

Yan Li, who has been a person in two lives, is no longer the state of mind of a teenager yesterday. The strange world in his dreams, which has been dominating for decades, gives him enough wisdom to face any predicament. In his eyes, the big boss and the young master of the Iron Cloak Workshop are just insignificant shrimp in the rivers and lakes.

Yan Li's eyes were still calm, and he said indifferently: "The apprentice who has never touched the hammer, there are not a thousand but eight hundred in Jianchuan City. It's the big boss of an old workshop like you Han Tong, who hasn't built a famous sword in one bite for three years in office, and is the only one in Jianchuan City, not to mention the last, at least unprecedented. ”

"You-" Han Tong's face immediately turned red. After the death of the old boss of the Iron Clothes Workshop, he relied on nepotism to become a big boss. Don't look at his sturdy body, his strength is as strong as an ox, and his own cultivation is just at the "relaxation" level, and his iron-striking skills are even more average.

However, in front of so many people, how could Han Tong, the big boss of the dignified iron-clad workshop, admit his shortcomings? He waved the Mo Feng Slash in his hand and argued forcefully: "What do you little bastard know? The Mo Feng Slash built by the big boss himself is here, and you have never seen such a divine soldier that sharpens iron like clay!"

"Ha ......" Yan Li chuckled, "It's true that Xuantie is a top-grade material, but a top-grade material may not be able to create a top-grade divine weapon, this is a truth that the three-year-old children in Jianchuan City understand." If you are not convinced, you can invite a famous artist in Jianchuan City to taste it and see if the scrap iron in your hand can be imported?"

"You ......" Han Tong really ran out of words this time. Of course, he knows his forging skills, this "Mo Feng Chop" looks like a whole body of black iron, extremely gorgeous, if you really want to put it in front of the eyes of experts, maybe there are many flaws.

Seeing that Han Tong was deflated, Han Lin behind him finally couldn't help but speak. The little young master's eyes widened, and he shouted: "Yan Li! You little bastard, how can you have the qualifications to speak? Only your mother, who does not abide by women's morals, can give birth to an uneducated wild seed like you!"

If Yan Li heard this sentence yesterday, she would have burst into flames. But today, he was as calm as ever, he didn't see any anger, and still said in an indifferent tone: "Hmm, it turned out to be Young Master Han Lin." I heard that your grandmother is a 10,000-person rider with a red card in the Qinglou, your father is an illegitimate child raised outside the house, not to mention your mother--the shrew who kowtowed and confessed her sins on the long street yesterday is recognized by everyone in the city. You, the little master, are also superb. ”

A few words were plain and bland, but for Han Lin, it was more powerful than the sword wind and sword rain, and he was usually noble and bloody, and it became worthless. This little young master, who has always been high, his handsome face was instantly twisted and hideous, and he rushed forward with the sword on his waist twitching, and scolded in his mouth: "Little bastard, I killed you!"

Han Lin grew up in the Han family since he was a child, and his mother was also from a big family, whether it was the inheritance of martial arts or various cultivation resources, all of them were rich. At the age of fifteen, he had already reached the third realm of martial arts, the stage of "breathing and nourishing qi", and his cultivation was complete. He shot out in anger, his body brought a whirlwind, and the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand made a sharp sound of breaking the air.

Not to mention that Yan Li's body was weak at this time, even when he was not injured or sick, he could not resist this sword even if he had not learned martial arts.

Fortunately, he is not alone.

I only heard a golden and iron exchange of "dang-" in mid-air, and it was Duan Yan, the young master of wind and fire forging who was watching from the sidelines, drew his sword and came out, blocking Han Lin.