"Young man, if you don't want to die, get out of here and go wherever you come from." The old man in the cloth uniform felt a little uncomfortable. This kid broke into his blacksmith shop and couldn't drive him away.

This reminded him of ten years ago, on the first day of the following year when snow was falling, a swordsman with a cold and meticulous color inexplicably entered the blacksmith shop and forced him to shoot a peerless sword.

At that time, the old man in the cloth clothes just beat him casually and didn't take the young man to heart. Unexpectedly, the newly released sword with fire was directly grabbed by the man and completely shattered with a click.

"It's not enough." The man shook his head, sighed, then threw out two Ziyun coins and left in a hurry.

Seeing the two Ziyun coins, the middle-aged man in the cloth clothing was shocked. He just made a random sword and made the others angry, but after taking so much money, he couldn't help feeling extremely guilty.

He hurriedly ran out hunched over and called on the tall and thin swordsman who was leaving.

"Hey! You! That's right, I mean you, come back. I didn't do my best just now. You have to be a little patient this time."

"Twenty." The swordsman smiled at the corner of his mouth, took off his hat, and showed a terrifying passing scar on his face.

But even though there are such a terrible scar, the smile makes people feel like spring breeze and they are not hostile at all.

"What twenty?" The old man in the cloth clothes was confused.

The swordsman followed him into the blacksmith shop, sat down peacefully, took out his sword and wiped it repeatedly, and said, "I walked twenty steps just now, and you called me."

"You guy is planning to me?" Bufu Old Man said in a panic. Unexpectedly, the swordsman knew that he would come out and call him, so he deliberately slowed down and walked leisurely.

"How did you know that I will come out to find you? If I am a little bit unscrupulous today and directly collect these two Ziyun coins, wouldn't you lose your teeth?" The old man in the cloth clothes asked in confusion and put down the work at hand.

The man wiped the sword clean and put it in the scabbard. He heard a sharp sound of the sword. His eyes looked like a torch, and he looked at a green iron ball next to the furnace and said, "Because I know that you have what I want here, and even if you don't come out, I will wait outside."

"What if I'm stolen money?" The old man in the cloth clothes rudely inserted his waist, as if he was not afraid of this swordsman at all.

"You won't." The swordsman said to him, with a sense of confidence in his eyes, and it was as concise and dazzling as the sword intent.

When he was old, he felt a penetrating gaze scanning his whole body from top to bottom, as if he was a child without clothes, and his whole body was full of flaws.

"I understand." The old man in the cloth costume immediately realized that this person had a very profound skill and was not easy to provoke.

"I think you came for it." The old man in the cloth suit picked up the green sphere that the swordsman had stared at before and said, "I saw this green iron round wheel in a ruin. At that time, I thought it was a rusty waste, so I almost threw it away.

"If I hadn't stabbed the sword and found that the texture of this thing was indestructible, I might have really not cared."

As he said that, he suddenly burst out and picked up an iron sword and slashed at the green sphere.

"Clang!"

"Click!"

There was only a sound of shattering, and the iron sword turned into a ball of iron slag under the blacksmith's hands.

The old man in the cloth clothes did not feel heartbroken at all. He just silently picked up the dustpan and put the ball of iron slag into the burning furnace, and then refined it when he had time another day.

"Yes, it's a good piece of material. How do you plan to refine it?" A fire in the swordsman's eyes was added, and obviously he had great expectations for this turquoise orb.

"If you want to take it down, the price will be doubled first, otherwise there will be no need to negotiate." The old man in the cloth shook the green ball in his hand, smiled, but in fact he was already scolding himself in his heart.

This is his treasure of the shop. No one has ever been interested in it. Unexpectedly, it will be sold today. It will be distressed for anyone to come!

The old man in the cloth suit frowned and said, "Are you sure you can afford it?"

The swordsman nodded and took out four more Ziyun coins, one of which was stained with a lot of blood.

The old man in cloth clothes saw it, wiped it clean on his body, and spat at the swordsman: "Don't luck!"

He called this green sphere the Tianyu Crystal, which was much better than the Black Illusion Stone. It was a meteorite falling from the sky and merged with the earth in the ice and snow. It was extremely strong. The Black Illusion Stone could still be refined by fire to create weapons, but the cold air contained in the Tianyu Crystal can directly extinguish the fire, and it is almost impossible to refine any form of weapons.

The old man in the cloth suit picked up this Tianyu crystal and planned to rely on his exquisite skills and skills to refine this rare hard ball in the world into a world-class magic weapon!

He didn't have much hope at first. He was about to say that success or failure was left to fate, but he saw the swordsman staring at the Tianyu crystal, as if he was looking at the lover in his dream.

"Well, I will create a sword for you today that can cut off ten thousand swords!" The old man in the cloth clothing took a breath and threw the precious Tianyu crystal into the furnace.

As expected, as soon as the Tianyu crystal fell, the fire went out in an instant.

The old man in the cloth suit was circulating his spiritual energy, and he transformed into many moves in a daze. Then his palm ignited a flame, reached out and placed it in the stove, and then his other hand kept stimulating the bellows, trying to blow up the flames in the stove again.

However, when his palm fell into the stove, he immediately felt the cold air, and even the flames on his hand were almost extinguished. Even the spiritual power flowing in his body tended to be frozen!

The swordsman was nervous watching from the side. You should know that in the way of forging, once the materials are put on the furnace, they must not be taken out and refined again. This is the rule.

So he asked the old man in the cloth suit, "Is there no other way to light the flame?"

The old man in the cloth clothes looked worried and exerted force again. Suddenly, with a puff sound, the flames in the furnace burst out instantly, but then disappeared and dissipated. It seemed that even if he tried his best, he could not overwhelm the cold air that day of the crystallization.

Suddenly, the swordsman raised his sword and unsheathed his spiritual energy, immediately activated his spiritual power to the extreme, and began to perform sword techniques on the furnace. The speed of the sword technique was astonishing. Venus flashed and saw Mars rubbing out. He was able to ignite the fire again with sword techniques alone!

However, the meteorite crystals never melted that day, and the flames could not even heat up the stove.

The old man in the cloth clothes watched from the side, suddenly he reached into the furnace with his hands, grabbed the Tianyu crystal, and activated his spiritual power. His meridians collapsed wildly in the cold that was comparable to extreme ice. At the same time, the spiritual power flowed rapidly, and his skin began to crack faintly, supporting him like a huge stove!

That is a sign that the body is on the verge of destruction and is about to explode!

A rare swordsman was out of control and said in surprise: "Are you crazy? If you continue like this for no more than ten breaths, you will be killed by your unreversible spiritual power!" Before he could finish his words, he threw down the sword in his hand, sat cross-legged, and kept litting the meridian acupoints on the back of the old man who was wearing clothes, using human power to unblock the blocked spiritual power to alleviate the hidden dangers in the old man's body.

The old man in the cloth suit became hotter and hotter. He dripped the melted Tianyu crystal into the chute, and saw that the melting speed was getting faster and faster. Not long after, he actually crystallized that Tianyu crystal, leaving only a pile of liquid dissolved in the trough.

The old man in the cloth clothes looked at the dumbfounded swordsman behind him and said, "How is it, my move is okay?"

The swordsman was speechless. If he hadn't done anything to resolve the situation just now, the cloth suit would have blown himself to death.

Then there were a series of sounds of iron thrusting. The old man in the cloth clothes waved the iron hammer, and in an instant, Mars flew. Each hammer used spiritual energy, and watered it to cool it down, and repeatedly tempered and knocked it.

He repeatedly tempered it countless times, and gradually, a sword with a slender body and a green body formed.

Under the hilt of the sword, a short thorn was actually shot. It was not intentional or unintentional for the cloth uniform. Such an exquisite design could make people unexpectedly in battle, relying on the hilt of the sword to attack with retreat and advance, and regaining the active advantage.

The swordsman picked up the sword and checked it, his eyes showed admiration and nodded fiercely.

"This is all my money, I've given you. Thank you for your help." The swordsman took out his pocket from his waist and threw it directly on the table. A heavy voice was made, and it was obvious that there were at least seven or eight Ziyun coins inside.

The swordsman casually picked up the sword he had before and gently slashed it, trying to try the sharpness.

Unexpectedly, the light cut was as easy as cutting tofu, and I directly chopped my previous sword into half.

The old man in the cloth uniform obviously didn't expect that Tianyu Crystal would be so tough. He said unaware: "Young hero, do you mind if I redeem it for the original price..."

The swordsman smiled and said, "That's not OK. I've given you all the money and I've also given the strength. I have to take this sword away today."

"But--" the swordsman suddenly came up and stuffed the hat into the old man in the cloth uniform, saying, "If you encounter any trouble, just shout my name at the hat, and I will show up to help you."

The old man in the cloth clothes had just walked through the gates of hell, and his face was a little pale, so he didn't care about so much: "I can do it, just take this treasure. It's useless to stay with me anyway, just take it as a favor..."

"Okay, thank you Master Bu." The swordsman was so happy that he got up without saying anything, and was about to leave.

"Hey wait!" The old man in the cloth suit seemed to suddenly remember something, and he called the swordsman down with the hat.

"What's the matter?" The swordsman stroked his brand new weapon, and didn't even look at him.

"You haven't told me what your name is, Is it a ghost to put it in a ragged hat?"

"Haha, that's right. I almost forgot about this. My name is Han Juechen, and I come from the Han family of the five tribes of the Imperial City."

After saying that, the swordsman turned into a long rainbow and headed straight for the sky.

At this moment, the blacksmith shop.

"Wait, what did you say? Are you the grandson of that bastard Han Juechen?" After hearing this, Bufu Old Man couldn't help but lean out, and the wrinkles on his face could not block the surprise in his eyes.

"That's right, senior, young actor Han Feng, it's exactly..."

"Okay, Han Juechen, it's okay to be a grandson for me, but I'll call your grandson too. I'm afraid this kid is not going to be a great-grandson!" The old man in the cloth clothes picked up a big iron pot and rushed out, with the flesh on his face trembling.

"Uh, senior, I think you might have made a mistake. I am..." Han Feng said pitifully. He felt a stronger aura from this cloth-dressed old man, which was obviously beyond the Tianling Realm.

"Make a mistake? You look exactly like that bastard! Absolutely, right! I don't teach you a lesson, my great-grandson!" The old man in the cloth clothes said angrily, and started fighting directly. Han Feng chased him and ran out of the blacksmith shop.

"You are unreasonable, senior, we have never met before, how can you hit someone?"

"Bah! Who cares about you? Anyone who has something to do with Han Juechen's grandson will have to be beaten!"
Chapter completed!