"I said, old ghost, why did you stop suddenly?"
Ye Yi yelled at Mr. Ghost angrily.
Mr. Ghost didn't say anything and pulled Ye Yi to the side of the restaurant.
"Old ghost? What's wrong?" Ye Yi asked.
Mr. Ghost pointed at a table in the corner of the first floor of the restaurant hall and said calmly: "Did you see the people at that table? They are also members of the evil sect."
"Haha, aren't they the same as you, old ghost? Why are you so shy and embarrassed to meet?" Ye Yi said with a smile.
Mr. Ghost rolled his eyes at Ye Yi: "The evil sects are also divided into several sects. The people at that table are all flower monks. The Tibetan pagans - the people from Chishamen, although they have surrendered to our Xiaoyaojian in the past few years, but They are essentially different sects, and their people do many evil things, and they are all lustful people, so I disdain to associate with them."
"How about we change places?"
"Well, let's find another place to rest."
After that, the two of them left the restaurant in front of them and found another place to stay.
In the city lord's palace, a "vegetarian banquet" was being held.
Naturally, it was because Yan Dingtian hosted a banquet for Zixia's seven sons.
The exotic singers in the banquet hall danced gracefully to add to the fun, all of them were extraordinary in appearance. If Zixia's seven sons were not all half monks, ordinary people would have been unable to control them.
Of course, the two guys who are most likely to be tempted by "ordinary hearts" are Bai Cang and Zhao Tianqi. Their eyes are almost falling out. In contrast, Senior Brother Yan Xiangzhi silently ate the food in his bowl, appearing much more determined.
Yan Dingtian looked at Tuoba Yanran and asked: "Taoist Master Yanran, I just heard what you said. Your sword was damaged a few days ago, so the respected master temporarily lent you his sword for this trip. It’s for self-defense, right?”
Tuoba Yanran bowed and returned: "Hui Yan City Lord, yes, I have heard for a long time that there is a sword house in Yanzhou City, and the owner of the house is unparalleled in the world in sword making, so we came to Yanzhou City this time. Another purpose is to find a handy weapon and bring it back to the division."
Yan Dingtian laughed loudly: "Yes, yes, the sword-making craftsmanship of the master of this Sword Cottage is absolutely unparalleled in the world. Besides, he and I are already old acquaintances. We will go to the Sword Cottage to find him after we have a vegetarian meal later." , if I recommend him, you will definitely be able to find a suitable sword!"
Tuoba Yanran was naturally overjoyed, and her face immediately showed joy: "In this case, there will be more Lord Yan City!"
After the fasting banquet, Yan Dingtian and Zixia Sect's group immediately set off towards Jianlu.
The Yanzhou City Sword House has long been famous throughout the land of China. Many of the swords of famous contemporary swordsmen came from the Sword House. The old owner of the house was a close friend of Yan Dingtian's father, but the previous generation of the owner of the house came from the Sword House. After the unfortunate death, the Jian Hut gradually declined. The current owners of the house, Yang Jianqing and Yan Dingtian, were also playmates who grew up together. However, Yang Jianqing had an eccentric personality and was unwilling to talk and make friends with other people. He was obsessed with forging iron and making swords all day long. After they got married, even Yan Dingtian rarely saw his face.
The closer they get to Jianlu, the more Yan Dingtian and Zixia Qizi can feel that the surrounding temperature seems to be rising, and the huge sound of blacksmithing can be heard a hundred steps away.
Every blow seems to be a heavy blow to everyone's heart, making the heart beat faster.
"This...is this? Thunder God Strike?" Yan Xiangzhi said in surprise.
Yan Dingtian looked at Yan Xiangzhi: "Oh? Taoist Yan is quite knowledgeable. The sound was caused by Yang Jianqing, the current owner of the house, forging iron. He was using the thunder god strike, the secret sword-making technique passed down from generation to generation in his family!"
Tuoba Yanran looked at Yan Xiangzhi in confusion and asked, "Senior brother, what's so special about this Thunder God Strike you mentioned?"
"I also accidentally saw it in a classic collected by the master. This Thunder God Strike is the best weapon-making hammer method in the world. Every strike is like a lightning strike. There are eighteen hammers in total, and each additional hammer can Make weapons more powerful."
"Every weapon in there has been hammered eighteen times, isn't it a peerless weapon?" Bai Cang asked.
Yan Dingtian smiled and said: "Of course it's impossible. Not all weapons can withstand the eighteen hammers of the Thunder God. There are very high requirements for the fire and materials. Forcibly adding hammers is just to weaken the weapon. It’s just direct damage!”
Everyone suddenly realized.
Entering the Jianlu, Yan Dingtian took the lead and walked into the depths, followed closely by Zixia Qizi. There were hundreds of smelting platforms of various sizes along the way in the Jianlu, and hundreds of naked men were also busy. It was extremely joyful, and the sound of banging kept coming and going.
In the deepest part, a muscular man with disheveled hair, wearing a simple gray vest, stood with one foot on the extremely hot smelting platform and hammered the unfinished sword in his hand.
Every time this man struck, the sound was as loud as thunder, and his technique was as fast as lightning, like a thousand phantoms. What was even more amazing was that he worked so hard in such a high temperature environment without even breaking a sweat. It was really incredible.
This move surprised the Zixia Seventh Son even more. Everyone could probably guess without asking questions that the person in front of them must be Yang Jianqing, the owner of Jianlu.
"The movements of this hut master are as clean and neat as lightning. Each strike seems ordinary, but it contains extremely strong inner strength. In such a hot environment, he doesn't even sweat a drop. This level of skill is probably the same as that of Yan Dingtian. The city lord might as well give in, he is probably a master at the peak of the Golden Body Realm. This Yanzhou City is really a crouching tiger, hidden dragon." Yan Xiangzhi said silently.
"Hey, old friend, I'm here." Yan Dingtian greeted Yang Jianqing enthusiastically.
But Yang Jianqing seemed not to hear it and continued to work on his own.
Yan Dingtian was speechless for a moment, and quickly made peace with himself: "Uh... don't pay attention to him. He is just such a virtuous person. He doesn't like others to disturb him when he is blacksmithing. Let's wait here for a while and let him handle the thing on his hand. Let’s talk about it after the work is completed.”
"Dang! Dang! Dang!" With three consecutive heavy hammers, Yang Jianqing took the smelted sword and put it aside to soak in the "secret" cold water. With a "hiss" sound, a huge mist instantly emitted.
For a moment, Yang Jianqing took out the soaked sword and put it in his hand to observe carefully. At the same time, it could be seen from the expression on his face that he should be very satisfied with the work he had just completed.
Then he turned to look at Yan Dingtian and Zixia Qizi: "You guys don't come to my place even once a year. How come you know you're here today?"
Although Yan Dingtian is the city lord, he still smiles when facing Yang Jianqing's ridicule. After all, he is an old friend for many years.
"You are a swordsman who only knows how to hide in this sword hut all day long, forging iron and making swords. I asked you to come to my city lord's mansion as a guest and you didn't even come once. Are you blaming me?"
Yan Dingtian said.
