God of Doomsday Great Swordsman

Chapter 200 Repairing the Broken Sword
I don't know what He Shuangyang's ability is, but it is certain that it is related to speed.

It appears suddenly when it comes, and disappears instantly when it leaves.

He Shuangyang and the bald-headed Liu Laosan left one after another, and then Mu Hanshuang looked at Ye Xinyu who was already standing there.

Ye Xinyu is Mu Hanshuang's classmate. Due to her wealthy family background, she has a somewhat arrogant personality.

It's just that Mu Hanshuang didn't expect that Ye Xinyu, after the end of the world, would become a welcome lady.

"Well, are you alright?"

Mu Hanshuang looked at Ye Xinyu, she really didn't know what to say.

Ye Xinyu was originally very beautiful, and she was a well-known school beauty in college.

It's just that Ye Xinyu now...

If it wasn't for his appearance not changing, Mu Hanshuang really couldn't believe that the classmate in front of him was the same age as her.

"Oh, I'm fine, what is this?" Ye Xinyu came to her senses and instinctively wanted to get angry, but she was stopped.

When she was in college, Mu Hanshuang's family background was not good, and many people said that Mu Hanshuang was the number one school belle.

At that time, Ye Xinyu had always held a grudge against Mu Hanshuang, so many times, when she heard Mu Hanshuang's voice, she would instinctively want to shake her face.

"he is……"

"Let's go, go to the blacksmith shop, don't you want to repair weapons?"

Leng Ye interrupted Mu Hanshuang's introduction, and directly pulled Mu Hanshuang away forcefully.

Whether in the past, present, or future, everyone has his own circle.

For Leng Ye, Ye Xinyu is just a passerby, she is destined not to enter Mu Hanshuang's circle.

because.

He won't allow it!
……

The blacksmith shop is actually a product of the post-apocalyptic world.

Mu Hanshuang looked at the various cold weapons neatly arranged on the shelf, and looked back at Leng Ye speechlessly.

"That's my classmate! Why did you pull me away?" Mu Hanshuang said.

Although she and Ye Xinyu have been at loggerheads, this is the end of the world.

If it was before the disaster, she would not care about Ye Xinyu.

But now it's really different!
Parents left, elder brother left, and there was no relative around him. At this time, Mu Hanshuang's heart was really complicated.

Even if it is a classmate who does not deal with, it is still an acquaintance, which is actually enough.

At least, this world is no longer completely unfamiliar...

"Ah? What did you say?" Leng Ye looked at Mu Hanshuang innocently.

"I said, why don't you let me talk to my classmates!" Mu Hanshuang said.

"Ah? What did you say?" Leng Ye put his ear close to her.

Mu Hanshuang took a deep breath, and then grabbed Leng Ye's shoulder with both hands.

"I said why did you pull me away!!!"

The high pitch that cannot be calculated in decibels made Leng Ye cover his ears hard, while showing an exaggerated expression.

Letting go of Leng Ye, Mu Hanshuang turned to look at the owner of the blacksmith shop, an old man around 60 years old.

All the shop owners in Shuangyang City are actually of unusual identities.

The former hotel manager, assassination hunter team captain relatives.

The current blacksmith shop owner, He Shuangyang's biological father.

"What do you two need?" The old man was very kind.

Mu Hanshuang looked at the old man with only 8 points of combat power in front of him, and quickly took out the long sword hanging from his waist.

"I want to fix it, can I?" Mu Hanshuang asked.

At this time, Leng Ye put away her rascal temperament, and after glancing at the old man, she began to check the weapons on the shelf.

Although he didn't wear combat power analysis glasses, Leng Ye, who had experienced many battles, could tell the general strength of the old man at a glance.

"Uh, this really doesn't work." The old man shook his head.

All the weapons in the shop were actually not forged by him, he was just a shopkeeper, and it was impossible for him to repair broken swords.

Hearing that the old man could not be repaired, Mu Hanshuang retracted the broken sword in frustration, and hung it across his waist again.

It seems that it can only be used at will.

Just as Mu Hanshuang was about to give up, Leng Ye suddenly walked over with an axe.

"Give me your broken sword." Leng Ye said.

The ax in Leng Ye's hand was huge, forged from all metal, nearly one meter in length.

"Why?" Mu Hanshuang looked at Leng Ye suspiciously, and instinctively pulled out the broken sword and handed it over.

"Help me fix it!"

Leng Ye took the Broken Sword and walked towards the inside of the store without looking back.

Both Mu Hanshuang and the old man looked at Leng Ye's actions strangely, and finally followed at the same time.

In the inner courtyard of the blacksmith shop, as expected, there is a forging table.

The forging table is currently in a disabled state, but there are all the necessary equipment.

Leng Ye walked to the forging table, casually threw the broken sword and ax into it.

"The material of your long sword is too rubbish. I will help you remelt it with purple gold ore. Don't worry, the shape will not change!"

As Leng Ye spoke, he began to control the flame for forging.

Mu Hanshuang watched Leng Ye's operation in surprise. She did not expect that Leng Ye could also forge.

"Have you studied before?"

Leng Ye's movements are very skilled, coupled with his own powerful flame ability, he quickly melted the long sword and ax into molten iron.

"No! But I have seen it. Cui Cheng came to me before." Leng Ye answered Mu Hanshuang's question casually, and at the same time began to forge in an orderly manner.

Neither Mu Hanshuang nor the old man knew who Leng Ye was talking about Cui Cheng, but they guessed that he was a blacksmith.

Leng Ye's hands and feet were unhurried, and seemed to have a rhythm.

Pour the molten iron transformed from the broken sword and ax into the mould, stretch out your left hand, entangled in the flames, lift it up directly by the flames, and put it on the tempering table.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound sounded, which also represented the formal forging of Leng Ye.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

The sound of knocking in the cold night seemed to have no rhythm, but Mu Hanshuang heard cheerful laughter in the sound.

This feeling is really weird!
……

……

Outside the gate of Shuangyang City
The three of Deng Long looked at the dark chariot in front of them, you look at me, I look at you, since they don't know what to do for a while.

"Captain?" Fang Yang asked quietly.

The keys to the chariot were still on the car, and the car was originally theirs. If they drove away now, no one would say anything.

"No, you all know that man's strength, if he still uses it, we are really dead." Deng Long shook his head.

In the absence of legal constraints, killing is a common thing.

All three of them knew Leng Ye's strength, but they really couldn't muster up the courage.

"Then what should we do?" Gao Fei scratched his hair, they still had tasks on them.

There are many kinds of so-called missions, such as private ordering, national distribution, and daily life in the city. Each mission has different restrictions.

The current task of the three of them is a private customization. If it is not handled well, not only will there be no profit, but it may also offend others.

"Go back first, and explain the reason to the Haitian Guild, and see if I can borrow a car." Shen Chen finally decided not to take risks, and decided to go back to the city with his two brothers.

(End of this chapter)