Shang Shiyi's breath sank, and he used the Thousand-Jin Drop technique to pin himself firmly to the ground.
As he finished speaking, a gust of wind hit his chest like an iron hammer. Shang Shiyi flew backwards, drew an arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, letting out a groan.
Upon seeing this, Li Yanyun hurried forward to check the safety of his master, but Zhao Rang knew the identity of the person who made the move from the voice, and said quickly:
"Boss, don't do anything! Senior didn't do anything to me!"
The pines suddenly stopped, and Ye Sanniang walked from behind a group of fallen pine trees. She looked back and forth at Zhao Rang several times and asked with concern:
"Are you really okay?"
Zhao Rang stretched his arms and legs in front of Ye Sanniang and replied:
"It's really okay!"
"The old man also gave me a knife!"
Hearing this, Ye Sanniang looked at the knife in Zhao Rang's hand, her expression softened slightly:
"This black steel knife is pretty good, passable."
"Black steel knife? Is this knife made of black steel?"
There are two black steel knives in the Baidao Hall in Zhao Rang's home. The blade of one blade was somewhat damaged, but Wu Dao Tang's casting skills had been lost for a long time. No one in the world could repair it, not even the top swordsmiths of the Zhao family. The other one was very complete and became the old man’s favorite. Not only is it untouchable by others, but also untouchable by himself. A special cover made of crystal was placed inside, so it can only be viewed from a distance but not played with.
Now Zhao Rang heard that Ye Sanniang said that the knife in his hand was actually made of black steel, and felt incredible.
But in this case, the knife in Li Yanyun's hand is almost exactly the same as his own. Doesn't it mean that it is also made of black steel?
Thinking that the Zhao family only had two black steel swords, one of which was incomplete, but Shang Shiyi, a martial arts cultivator with no roots and no foundation, who was as floating as duckweed, actually had two complete black steel swords!
While she was doubting, Ye Sanniang was already walking towards Shang Shiyi with gentle steps.
His apprentice Li Yanyun watched eagerly in front of his master, gritting his steel teeth and holding a knife in both hands, as if he was ready to rush forward and fight for his life at any time.
"Little guy, step aside!"
Ye Sanniang tapped her index finger, and the knife Li Yanyun raised was pressed down involuntarily. Her face turned purple, but it didn't help. At the same time, two huge forces came from his shoulders, as if there was a big fat man on top, and the soft mountain soil under his feet sank a few inches.
Shang Shiyi held his chest with his hands and climbed up with difficulty. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ye Sanniang making a silencing gesture:
"Shh!"
"That knife is okay, it's even!"
Shang Shiyi felt relieved and seemed to want to say thank you, but then remembered that Ye Sanniang didn't seem to like what he said just now, so she could only nod her head.
Zhao Rang had a very good impression of this pair of masters and apprentices. He was worried that Ye Sanniang would embarrass them, so he quickly came over to comfort them:
"Mrs. Boss, I'm really fine! I just had a sword fight with Brother Li, and Senior Shang didn't take any action at all!"
Ye Sanniang said calmly:
"I didn't do anything to him!"
Then he looked at Shang Shiyi and asked:
"dont you agree?"
Shang Shiyi was not sure whether he should answer or not for a while, so he could only stay in place.
"Um?"
Ye Sanniang glanced sideways and her tone suddenly changed. Only then did Shang Shiyi wake up and said immediately:
"It's okay, it's okay! The pine needles on the ground were slippery just now. I couldn't stand firm and fell over!"
Zhao Rang's face froze...
Even Li Yanyun, the disciple who believed in him the most, wouldn't believe this, let alone others.
Slippery pine needles can make a swordsman who has reached the third-grade Grandmaster realm in martial arts fall down. That can really become a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years. If the legend were compiled like this, the tables would be turned over by the listeners.
"Look, I didn't lie to you, right?"
Ye Sanniang said with an innocent look.
Seeing this appearance, Zhao Rang couldn't say anything else. After all, Shang Shiyi, the rightful owner, said so, what else could he, a bystander, say? What's more, even if he saw it clearly, it was indeed Ye Sanniang's action, but he couldn't say anything... In the end, Ye Sanniang's action was for him. To say it in a so-called fair way, it is called not knowing what is good and what is good. !
"Let's go, why are you still dazed?"
Under Ye Sanniang's urging, Zhao Rang came back to his senses and hurriedly said goodbye to Shang Shiyi and Li Yanyun.
The two of them walked in tandem and were silent all the way. Zhao Rang followed Ye Sanniang and turned left and right, and soon saw Ximen Dazhuang and others from a distance.
"Just ask if you have any questions. There will be a lot of people, and it's even harder for you to ask!"
Ye Sanniang suddenly stood up and said.
Zhao Rang was caught off guard and almost hit Ye Sanniang.
When he heard her say this, his head shook like a rattle.
"Do you feel like you can't see me more and more clearly?"
Zhao Rang was silent, but he did think so in his heart.
Ye Sanniang and Shang Shiyi are both in the third-level Grand Master realm, and this is known to the world. But Zhao Rang didn't expect that she treated Shang Shiyi so obediently without even daring to say a single word.
When she was a branch of Tongbao Bank, she was completely suppressed by Hong Jiang and couldn't get any advantage. Logically speaking, she and Shang Shiyi were at most equal to each other. At least Shang Shiyi still had the record of single-handedly defeating the Sihaiyoulong Gang, but Ye Sanniang had nothing to match.
"Sigh... So what if I say it. You have seen everything, do you still need to listen to me?"
"You want to ask the truth because you already have the answer in your heart. Asking again is just to find a way out for yourself. There is no need."
After saying that, Ye Sanniang walked forward without waiting for Zhao Rang to reply.
"Brother Rang, are you okay? Where did you go just now?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked first, and brother and sister Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin also came over with worried faces.
"It's okay, look at this!"
The best way to change the subject is to introduce another topic that deserves more attention.
Zhao Rang showed off the black steel sword in his hand, and the three of them were all brightened up!
Especially Yuan Mingkong, as a prince with no power or money, he didn't take anything but a well-informed person!
"This is... a black steel knife?!"
Zhao Rang smiled and nodded.
Yuan Mingkong was filled with admiration and said with envy:
"Brother, this is the chosen one! First he understood the 'power', and now he has obtained the sword. He is really powerful!"
Zhao Rang was not polite to Yuan Mingkong at all, but said shamelessly:
"No! That means you don't need a knife, otherwise I'll give you a hug!"
Everyone saw that Zhao Rang was fine. He had actually found the magic swordsmith that the old cook had mentioned and came back with a precious sword. They didn't ask in detail what happened before. The guide asked weakly while everyone was enjoying themselves:
"Masters, do you still want to go to your pavilion?"
Zhao Rang and Ye Sanniang looked at each other, then laughed and said:
"We're not going! You go and move the horses here, and we'll take advantage of the fog to dissipate and go straight over Songtao Mountain!"
