The master goes down the mountain, my senior sister spoils me too much

Fang Yezi, the number one swordsmith in the north.

On one side is the dragon soul, Long Shuai, Ye Beichen, who is powerful in the martial arts world of the Dragon Kingdom.

The two actually gambled their lives with forging swords!

Instantly detonated the atmosphere of the entire Sword Tomb.

Countless martial practitioners and swordsmiths gathered in the main hall of the Sword Tomb.

The atmosphere is dignified to the extreme!

Secretary Qian was dumbfounded: "Why are you so good, you suddenly want to gamble your life?"

Fang Yezi stood in front of the sword casting furnace, and said to everyone present: "Listen up, everyone, I am Fang Yezi, the number one swordsmith in the north!"

"Today, I will forge swords with Long Shuai Ye Beichen."

"No matter what the outcome is, the loser will pay for the other party's life!"

"Please testify, don't let some people lose but refuse to admit it."

Fang Yezi's murderous intent was revealed.

Senhan looked at Ye Beichen incomparably.

Qiankun Town Prison Tower was a little worried: "Boy, do you need to play with such a big one?"

"If you lose, do you really commit suicide?"

Ye Beichen responded confidently: "I can't possibly lose!"

"I just want to try, whether the method of nameless forging is feasible."

Raise your hand.

A plain cast iron was chosen.

some supporting materials.

Seeing this scene, Fang Yezi almost died laughing: "Hahaha, idiot!"

"Choose a piece of pig iron and want to compare with me?"

"You are dead!"

Fang Yezi grabbed a piece of black iron.

He took off his shirt, revealing his bronzed muscles.

Xuantie was thrown into the furnace.

Pulling the bellows frantically, the flames instantly exploded!

A terrible heat wave hit.

When the black iron was burning red, Fang Yezi took it out and forged it.

Dangdangdang!

Sparks flew everywhere, Fang Yezi always maintained an ultra-high frequency.

Two hours later, Fang Yezi kept forging black iron at a high speed, without feeling tired at all.

Soon a sword blank was formed!

Fang Yezi's eyes were red and bloodshot.

I thought to myself: "The sword blank is ready, Ye Beichen, just wait for death!" ! ! "

Dangdang!

Crazier forging.

On Ye Beichen's side, he tapped the pig iron in a leisurely manner.

He forged the sword according to the method of the nameless forge.

Hammer after hammer down!

Secretary Qian was extremely anxious.

He was worried that Ye Beichen really lost, and how would it end?

……

Whoops—!

Seven hours later, a dragon chant came.

The terrible heat wave is rolling!

Fang Yezi held a sword in his hand, and a powerful sword energy swept out.

Like the sword of the Son of Heaven, it moves across the world!

"hiss!"

"The sound of dragon chant?"

"It is said that the moment the sword is successfully forged, if there is the sound of the dragon's chant, it will already have a rank!"

"A weapon with a rank?"

"Senior Fang Yezi, I...I am willing to pay [-] million yuan to buy this sword!"

"One hundred million? You want to buy a high-grade weapon for one hundred million? Senior Fang Yezi, I will also offer one hundred million... US dollars!!!"

"I'll pay two hundred million dollars!"

"Fuck, I'll pay three hundred million dollars!"

The pupils of many warriors contracted violently, completely excited.

Their eyes were red, as if looking at a treasure.

For warriors, a powerful weapon can improve one's strength several levels.

Fang Yezi ignored everyone, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, Ye Beichen, my sword is forged!"

"What about you?"

Secretary Qian frowned: "Fang Yezi, Long Shuai is still making swords, so don't disturb him."

Fang Yezi didn't listen at all, and continued to taunt: "Ye Beichen, you forged a sword with pig iron, do you also want to defeat this old man?"

"Hahahaha! I'm not afraid to tell you, this sword of the old man can be ranked among the top three in my life."

"You don't even know how to choose the material for making a sword, but choose a piece of pig iron?"

"Can pig iron defeat black iron? I don't even understand the most basic theory, it's ridiculous!"

Secretary Qian said with a sullen face, "Fang Yezi, shut up and don't speak."

"Hahahaha!"

Fang Yezi was still laughing.

Dangdangdang!

The flames surged, and every drop of Ye Beichen's hammer carried a terrifying sword intent.

The sword intent is restrained!

Submerged into pig iron by hammering.

Generally, warriors who don't understand sword intent can't detect it at all.

"This is……"

Standing at the back of the crowd, the pupils of an old man who was watching a theater contracted.

Then he shook his head and sighed: "Fang Yezi lost!"

Next to the old man was a loli girl with a touch of baby fat on her beautiful face.

The skin is fair and tender, and the body is amazingly hot.

The girl said in disbelief, "Grandpa, how could Fang Yezi lose to him?"

"How can ordinary pig iron be the opponent of black iron?"

The seriousness on the old man's face remained undiminished: "He is forging that sword with sword intent, and every time the hammer falls, there is a terrifying sword intent!"

"Fang Yezi's sword is very strong, already the quality of a yellow-level weapon!"

"But it's a pity that it's nothing compared to the weapons forged by the sword intent."

Weapons are divided into: ordinary grade, yellow grade, mysterious grade, earth grade, sky grade...

Same level as warrior.

The girl was stunned: "Grandpa, he...he used sword intent to forge a sword?"

"how could it be possible!"

exclaimed.

Many martial artists turned their heads and looked over strangely.

The girl tightly covered her mouth!

Don't let yourself make a sound.

Sword Intent!

Forging a sword with sword intent?

How did Ye Beichen do it?

You know, for ordinary warriors, it is extremely difficult to cut out a sword intent.

Every time Ye Beichen dropped the hammer, he carried a sword energy and sank into the forged sword.

This... This is going against the sky!

"hiss!"

The girl couldn't help but gasped, her body trembling.

Is this man a monster?

……

after an hour.

when…………

The last hammer fell and the sword was forged successfully.

Fang Yezi was a little surprised.

However, he sneered immediately, "Ye Beichen, you are an hour behind the old man."

"The old man forged a black iron sword, a yellow-grade weapon!"

"Do you need to compare the sword you forged with pig iron?"

Ye Beichen was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Shoot directly.

Slash with one sword!

'Dang' a crisp sound.

The sword in Fang Yezi's hand broke in two.

The whole place was silent!

Silent!

Fang Yezi's pupils shrank violently: "This...this...how is it possible!"

"impossible!!!"

"Fake, it's all fake! I must be dreaming!"

Feelings of panic, trembling, fear, dread, etc.

A brain attack.

He raised his head and looked at Ye Beichen, just in time to make contact with Ye Beichen's cold eyes.

A death-like voice came: "You lost."

icy!

ruthless!

iron blood!

Fang Yezi fell to his knees with a plop in fright: "Shuai Long, I'm sorry..."

"I admit defeat! Please forgive me, I am willing to surrender at your feet from now on."

"I can be your dog, please spare me."

Bang bang bang!

Crazy kowtow.

The brain is bleeding.

this moment.

Fame, status, status, and dignity are worthless in the face of life and death!

"Master Fang Yezi..."

The warriors nearby were so surprised that their bodies froze in place.

Ye Beichen looked at Fang Yezi indifferently: "I'm willing to gamble and admit defeat, take your life!"

Raise your hand!

A sword cut out!

Simply neat.

puff--!

Fang Yezi's head rolled out, with a frightened expression remaining on his old face.

He couldn't believe it, Ye Beichen really killed him with a sword!

He is the number one swordsmith in the north!

If you keep him, it will definitely have unlimited effects!

Being alive is a treasure, so why kill yourself?

With one thought, put away the forged sword.

Ye Beichen strode out of the sword mound.

It was only then that Secretary Qian came to his senses and hurried to catch up.

Swish-!

suddenly.

A figure flickered past, and it was the old man who stopped Ye Beichen: "My friend, can you sell me the sword you forged just now?"

The girl then shouted: "Boy, you don't know how to flatter."

"My grandfather is Yun Zhilan, and it's a blessing you have cultivated in ten lifetimes for him to see your sword."

"Yun Zhilan?!!!"

Everyone at the scene was shocked and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in shock.

"Damn, this is Yun Zhilan who inherited the name of Sword Master Dugu after he disappeared!"

"It is said that the guardian family once joined forces and invited him to be one of the guardians of the Dragon Kingdom, but he refused!"

"Sword Saint Yun Zhilan, oh my god... he has his eyes on that sword?"

No matter how powerful Ye Beichen is, he will never be able to make an enemy of Yun Zhilan!

Just as everyone thought.

When Ye Beichen didn't dare to refuse.

He said lightly: "Not interested, not selling, get out of the way."