So far, it is difficult to ride a tiger. Duan Yan could only grit his teeth and let it out.

He stepped forward and pulled out a sword with his backhand, which was the starting style in "Burning Wind Swordsmanship" - raising his sleeves and soothing the wind.

"Huh-"

With just this move, there were two exclamations in the field.

A sound came from the old swordsman Ding Can, his tightly knit brows relaxed, his old eyes widened, and he looked at the broken sword in Duan Yan's hand incredulously.

The other voice came from Duan Yan himself: He didn't know that he had practiced thousands of times, but he had never experienced such a pleasure! It was as if the extremely ugly broken sword in his hand was guiding him forward.

Duan Yan's body, which had greatly increased his confidence, did not pause, he turned over with a big step, and swept around with a broken sword in his hand, using the second style of the family swordsmanship to sweep the leaves.

The second move was even more enjoyable, not only did the hand break the sword and draw a perfect sword shadow in the air, but the dust around the body was swept up half a person high, and the momentum far exceeded the previous attempt. Even the true qi in his body was drumming for a week. It's like never before.

With a comfortable heart, he didn't stop, and the third move of lifting the sword "Wind and Dust" followed. The first two types of broken swords, which had not exhausted their remaining strength, slashed through the wind at an unprecedented speed, leaving behind a dazzling sword light, and there was a pleasant sound of breaking the sky.

"Whoa—"

With this sword roar, a gap was suddenly cut in the dust that shook up in the air all around, as if the air in front of Duan Yan had been cut through by this sword.

After the three moves, Duan Yan gathered his sword and froze, his face full of excitement - this broken sword was in his hand, I was afraid that it wouldn't take long for him to break through the quenching level, release his true qi, and become a real young master.

Ding Can was even more amazed, and as an old-timer, he actually arched his hand to Yan Li, and said angrily: "Master Yan, today it is said that a broken sword can turn decay into magic, which can be called a magic workmanship, which opens the eyes of the decay!"

This "Master Yan" established Yan Li's status in Jianchuan City.

Yan Li politely returned the salute, "The seniors have a good reputation, and the word master is a master, and the younger generations dare not be it." ”

"Deserved, deserved. Whether it's talent or sincerity, just this hammer deserves the title of master. The future life is terrifying, the future life is terrifying!" The old swordsman sighed a few words, then turned to the people present, and said in a loud voice, "Today, when it comes to sword fighting, Master Yan Li of Wind and Fire Forging is a step ahead and has won the victory." The Iron Cloak Workshop was defeated, and according to the rules, it was said that the signboard was taken off, and all the personnel left Jianchuan City within three days. ”

As soon as the judgment came out, there was an uproar.

Of course, the onlookers believe in the fairness of the old master of the hardware hall, but most people don't understand the mystery of the broken sword from beginning to end.

This is exactly the result that Yan Li has already calculated.

A broken sword seems child's play, but in fact, it combines the wisdom of Yan Li's dream in the past hundred years, the extraordinary intuition in the sword casting workshop in this life, and there may be two lives after being a person, thoroughly understanding the world, and a certain understanding of everything.

The mystery is almost like the Tao, and it is impossible to say.

This result is absolutely unacceptable to the Iron Cloak Workshop.

Han Tong and Han Lin's faces turned pale. They could never have imagined that Ding Can's judgment would be so categorical and that there was no room for change.

The failure of the sword fight means that the Iron Cloak Workshop is really going to roll out of Jianchuan City collectively, and the old Jiazi shop of the dignified Han family is panicked like a lost dog for a while, where does this make the face of the Han family go?

"Ding...... Old master, you ...... That's right, right?" Han Tong questioned weakly, as if his teeth were chattering. If it weren't for the imminent death and giving him dozens of guts, he wouldn't dare to question Ding Can's credibility.

"How could the old man be wrong!" Ding Can's eyes widened, and he said loudly, "Master Yan broke the sword with a hammer, his skills are amazing, the old man has only seen it in his life, and you have not lost the iron clothes in the slightest!"

Han Tong was even more timid, and took several steps back.

It was Han Lin who took the lead in calming down.

He grew up in the intrigue of the aristocratic mansion, and in the blink of an eye, he thought about his fate clearly: he was not a particularly valued junior in the Han family, and now he failed in the sword fight, but he was afraid that he would completely lose his status and never come out.

What's worse is that he lost to his eldest half-brother Yan Li, maybe his father and grandfather will be ruthless, drive him out of the house, and then recognize Yan Li back to the Han family and enjoy everything he has!

If that were the case, he would be worse off than dead!

Thinking of this, a layer of anger appeared on Han Linjun's face. He had already made up his mind that he couldn't admit defeat in life or death, even if he convicted Ding Can, and even made enemies of all the swordsmiths in Jianchuan City!

He took a step forward and said sharply: "Master Ding, you are judging unfairly! Everyone present has seen it, Fenghuo Forging is just an ordinary stainless steel fast sword, and it has been broken off, and no one may pick it up if it is thrown on the side of the road!

Ding Can raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but rise in anger - it was the first time in decades that someone had challenged his old man's personality. Is it tolerable, but is it unbearable? The old master shouted angrily: "The realm of the unity of man and sword is the lifelong pursuit of all swordsmiths, what do you know about this baby? The result of sword fighting today is the same in front of any swordsmith master!"

"What kind of person is a sword? How can that kind of mysterious and mysterious thing be counted?" Han Lin roared back unceremoniously, "You Ding Can is clearly a favoritist to help the wind and fire forging, suppressing my iron clothes workshop!"

Ding Can was so angry that his eyebrows were upside down, and his clothes were windless, revealing the majestic foundation of his bone-forging seniors, and scolded: "Shameless baby, in Jianchuan City, there are swordsmen like you who are messing around. Look at the old man who killed you—"

Han Lin also knew that he was afraid, and a bone-forging master could send him back to Yin with a palm of his hand. But he can't retreat, otherwise the end will only be more miserable. His face turned blue, and he gritted his teeth and said, "What's the matter? If you are said to be filthy, are you going to kill people? Come on, Young Master Ben is not afraid of you......"

Just when Ding Can couldn't bear it anymore, Yan Li indifferently persuaded: "Senior, why get angry with ignorant fools? The so-called dog can't change eating, you tell him how wonderful the delicacies of the mountains and seas are, and he only thinks that his own dung is sweet." ”

When Ding Can heard this, his anger disappeared for the most part, and he put away his momentum and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, sure enough, why should the old man talk about kendo with the sword casting workshop where even the inferior sword weapons can't be cast? Isn't this playing the piano to the cow?"

Yan Li turned to Han Lin and said contemptuously: "Han Lin, Han Lin, in Jianchuan City, you haven't learned the swordsman's Lingyun chivalry, and you haven't learned the Han family's iron-clad heroic style, but you can only learn the shrew skills of your mother and scolding the street, which is unparalleled in the world!"

The crowd burst into laughter. No matter how ignorant ordinary martial artists are about the unity of man and sword, they are also willing to believe the judgment of the old master of the hardware hall. They understand better that Han Lin is just a gambler who folds his book, and he will not admit it. Its style is disgraceful.

"You ......" Han Lin was furious, and just wanted to ridicule him, but he was gagged by Yan Li's next sentence.

"Although you are like stupid pigs and stupid cows, you cannot comprehend the profound mystery of the unity of man and sword, but the wind and fire forging is upright, and you are unwilling to win. Therefore, I have decided to give you the opportunity to learn the best kendo. ”

Hearing this, not only Han Lin stopped his mouth, but even the silent Han Tong also came to his senses, and immediately raised his voice: "Okay, according to the rules of sword fighting, use the ink blade to slash and your broken sword to fight each other, and fight it out!"

"It's really hard to communicate with idiots. Yan Li shook his head and sighed, "Since it is the unity of man and sword, how can you separate the weapon from the sword?" Han Lin is the swordsman who represents the iron-clad workshop, so he will hold the ink blade and slash, and the young master will hold the broken sword, and the hero will fight - a battle!"

Han Tong was stunned: "This is not in accordance with the rules......"

"This is the only chance, otherwise, the Iron Cloak Fang obediently get out of Jianchuan City. Yan Li said coldly.

"Okay!" replied Han Lin in a shrieked voice. He also knew that no matter how much he messed around, it would be difficult to overturn the sword fighting verdict, and he had to grasp this life-saving straw. What's more, as a young genius of the Han family, how could he be afraid of Duan Yan, who was born from the grassroots?

Unbeknownst to him, he was caught in a trap.