The sun is setting in the west, and the clouds are like red clouds. The sound of gold and iron in the thatched cottage lasted all afternoon.
Ke Laotie stopped forging when he felt his back getting darker.
Sweating profusely, he picked up the piece of thick iron that looked like a piece of rotten pie, and sighed: "A rare strange iron in my life! It has been forged with good pebbles for three months and it has not taken any shape at all. It seems that we have to find another way."
"Old man, my knife broke again."
There was a sudden sound in his ears, which startled the old man.
Turning back and seeing Luofan standing in front of the window, the old man glared angrily: "It's broken again! Do you know how to use a knife? What did you do with my knife? The old man's casting skills are outstanding in the world. He made it by beating." Weapons can last for thirty to fifty years. Why do you waste one in a day? You think I am idle and only you can shoot the sword."
Luofan threw the broken knife on the tool table and replied: "Hey! I didn't ask you to settle the score, but you bit me first. With your skills, are you the best in the world? I think you are bragging. Your broken knife can break even a watermelon, and I almost got killed by you. See for yourself, what a broken thing it is!"
The old man picked up the broken knife and took a closer look. He saw that the entire blade of the knife had been polished, and a hole was pierced in the broken tip.
The old man opened his eyes and said in surprise: "It's such a strong force. The first sword's blade collided and the blade was completely flattened. The other sword stabbed the sword and broke it. Can achieve this kind of strength, only Zhao Qicheng can do it." Did Xue's Qin Wu stab the horse? Impossible, how could you escape from Zhao Xue's hands? Tell me, how did you grind it out!"
Luo Fan smiled and said: "Old man, you have some eyesight! It was Zhao Xue's diamond sword that cut it. I tell you, old man, don't fool people with the remnants of refining. Hurry up and get your good knife. Exit The next time the knife is broken, I will have no choice but to become a ghost and come to collect debts from you."
The old man's eyes turned black: "Hey! Boy, come on. I dare to say that my knife is a defective product. No one in the world dares to talk to me like this. Not to mention ordinary steel knives, there are several weapons in the world that can compare with it. Zhao Xue's diamond sword. If you touch my good sword, aren't you going to waste it?"
Luofan was so angry that he spat: "Bah! Waste something? Have you ever heard of anyone who wastes his own life? Isn't my life better than your broken knife? You are not good at what you do. You go home and take care of yourself. Why don't you stay?" Why are you harming people here? Stop talking nonsense and fix it for me quickly. Now that you are old, I won’t sue you for seeking wealth and murder. Otherwise, see how I can fix you!"
The old man glared with a black face and grinned angrily: "Hey, you kid is so crazy! I didn't know, I thought the King of Hell was your second uncle. When did the chief arrest officer come here, you crazy guy! There's no more shit." According to the rules, a man can only be equipped with one weapon. If it is damaged, it can only be replaced once a year. If it is damaged, you will have to pay for it yourself. If you want a sword, please bring fifty taels of silver first!"
Luofan retreated in shock, stared, and scolded rudely: "Fifty taels of silver? I thought I was thick-skinned, but I didn't expect that you are not only older and uglier than me, but also more shameless than me. You are so old that you will be buried in the earth." You are here, why do you need so much money? Buy fire paper and prepare it! Are you afraid that if you do too many bad things, you will be punished below? You can buy a car with ten taels of silver on this broken street! I am the only one who has a good relationship with the Lord of Hell. , otherwise who would dare to use your knife. Give me the knife quickly, or I will burn your house down today!"
The old man was so scolded that his hair became red, his neck turned red, and he picked up the long-handled sword in his hand.
He said angrily: "Hey! I think you are a little brat who can't find the way home. I will send you back now! If I don't chop you little brat to death today, I won't call you Ke Laotie!"
Luofan took a few steps back and said with a sarcastic smile: "Hey! Don't cut it off by yourself with a broken knife like you. Be careful and chop off your own head. When you get down there, the devil King of Hell will also laugh your heart out and will sentence you to a fake." You deserve your fate!"
"Wow! If I don't chop you to death, I'm not a human being!"
The old man was so angry that he trembled all over and jumped out of the window. The broadsword was swung round and slashed into Luofan's head.
The old man's arm was as strong as a pound, and he could cut open a pit several feet deep with his sword. It even made Feisha narrow her eyes, whirring like a wheel, crushing fiercely. Luofan retreated as if he were an illusion, leaving deep holes on the ground.
After chasing each other, both of them were frightened.
Luofan was shocked by the old man's strength and fierce moves. He looks like an old man, but he can move his hands skillfully and bring out the energy of the world. He also has perfect sword skills and can move and retract them freely. He is actually an extremely skilled swordsman.
With such exaggerated skills, he is definitely not just a blacksmith!
The old man didn't expect that a small eighth-grade head catcher could have such a skill. He is as fast as lightning and as agile as a spiritual ape. Although he has not used force against anyone for twenty years, there are not many people who can really escape from him!
"Thunder Legs! You can use them to this extent, boy, you are not simple!"
The old man bared his teeth and screamed. Not even sparing any effort, he used his swords fiercely and his moves violently, unleashing a series of explosive blows!
The sword energy is like a crazy light, killing in all directions, cutting out the snare and killing the energy!
Luo Fan could not resist the terrifying attack, and he might have fallen into the hands of the old man if he was not careful.
At that moment, he retreated hurriedly and laughed at him: "Although the old man is old, he is very capable. You are really willing to kill him! You old man is out of breath when walking, but you still have to do such a hard job. You are a virtuous boy, I am afraid that you will slip your back. , and they want to blackmail me for medicine money, so I’ll withdraw first.”
After saying that, he took a step forward, jumped up to the top of the thatched cottage with three leaps, and disappeared in a flash.
Seeing Luofan running away, the old man held up a big knife and panted: "You can run fast, otherwise I will split you in half. I'm so angry. I haven't done anything in twenty years, and today I was so angry with this little brat that I broke the rules." Where did this little thief come from, with such weird body skills, the old man is exhausted."
The old man returned to the thatched cottage, put down his sword, and picked up a cloth to wipe his sweat.
At this time, Luofan returned quietly, turned over from the window and entered the thatched cottage. A slap hit the old man hard on the back of the head!
How can the old man guard against this dirty trick! Suddenly his eyes flashed with gold and he fell down. He threw himself into the stove and pressed his hands on the edge of the charcoal stove, making him scream because it was so hot.
Luo Fan turned around, grabbed a fine blue flame steel knife from the wall, and flew out of the thatched cottage.
The old man got up, his face was red, whether from heat or anger. He gritted his teeth and yelled: "Thief! Shameless sneak attack! I will chop you to death!"
He picked up the machete again and rushed out, knocking two door panels away.
The furious old man looked like a tiger descending from the mountain! Luofan was not afraid, he laughed and taunted: "Old man! Don't give it away! I will take this broken knife of yours. Don't worry, when this knife is broken, I will come back to you! I will admit it to anyone who asks me to You are so good at your craftsmanship! Haha!"
With a leap of his body, he jumped several feet high like a flying flower, stepped on the roof of the thatched cottage, and flew away.
Seeing that he was fleeing again, the old man didn't have such superb Qinggong skills to chase him, so he could only be so ruthless that he jumped into a rage.
He looked up to the sky and roared angrily: "Ah! You damn thief! When I find you, you will be ripped apart and cramped! Cough! Cough! I'm so angry. I've never experienced such cowardice in my life! I'm so pissed off. Cough! Cough! Cough!" !”
The old man's shout was heard two miles away. The police officers coming and going outside the hospital were all shocked.
Headcatcher Qin Zhong rushed in with several people, only to find that Ke Laotie was the only one there.
Everyone asked anxiously: "Mr. Ke, what happened? There won't be thieves in your weapons workshop, right?"
The old man was so angry that his chest hurt, and he said bitterly: "I don't know where this stuff came from! He attacked me from behind, slapped me on the back of the head, and almost burned me in the stove. He also robbed me of a fine knife. He was so angry. It kills me, makes me mad. If I find him, I will kill him."
Everyone was surprised when they heard this. Is there really a thief coming from the Chief Inspector? ! This thief is so arrogant!
Qin Zhong's face turned dark and he said angrily: "What? Is there really a thief? Which thief dares to break into the chief arrest department and steal things? He is so bold. Mr. Ke, what do you think the thief looks like? I will search the whole city and I will definitely help you catch him. arrive."
The old man said angrily: "That thief! Damn! He is not a thief, he is a catcher! He seems to be new here. He came to me yesterday to change a knife. He came again today. Not only did that kid have no manners, he also treated me badly. I was insulted in every possible way. I was so angry that I had a fight with him. Seeing that he couldn't beat me, he ran away with his tail between his legs. Unexpectedly, as soon as I returned to the thatched cottage, the grandson who deserved to be slaughtered came back. When I wasn't paying attention, , attacked me from behind and slapped me into the stove. Look, my face and my beard were burned. Not only that, the killer also robbed me of a good knife."
Everyone was even more puzzled. They looked at each other and clapped their hands: "The new catcher? He still doesn't understand etiquette? He still dares to beat people? He dares to steal things? Can the chief catcher have such a person?"
