Yang Qiufei, known as the "King of Swords", was in his early fifties, drinking and eating meat among the crowds. He wore a big animal skin hat and a long beard. In the commotion, a few sharp-eyed people were attracted to him. When the old acquaintance noticed, he took off his hat and toasted everyone with a glass of wine.
Li Sheng, who was talking to Wei Yunwu at the main table, heard the commotion. He stood up in surprise and joy, respectfully came to Yang Qiufei's side and toasted to him.
Sword King Yang Qiufei had a fatal friendship with Li Chuangtian when he was fighting against bandits. At that time, he was called "the second best in the world", which meant that no one could defeat him except Li Chuangtian.
"Even the hero Yang is here, which will give him a big help in suppressing the bandits this time." Li Sheng said with a smile, and pointed to Wei Yunwu at his table and said to Yang Qiufei: "Uncle Yang, I will take the lead Go over and introduce you to Laihu... no, Mr. Wei, the number one swordsmith of Haitang Kingdom."
"Ha! No need, I know him." Yang Qiufei laughed and raised his glass to Wei Yunwu in the distance, who also nodded to him.
"The number one swordsmith in Haitang Kingdom met the number one swordsmith from all over the world. He should be the one to say hello to me. Why do you want me to say hello to him?" Yang Qiufei squinted at Wei. Yun Wu, look at Li Sheng again.
Li Sheng hummed a few times, looking embarrassed. He, who was always smart and wise, didn't know how to answer. He could only laugh a few times and said vaguely: "Both of them are the top swordsmiths. This plan to suppress the bandits can be It’s really an honor for everyone to have the help of these two seniors!”
Yang Qiufei was still dissatisfied and said loudly: "There are differences between the top and the bottom. When I am not in Haitang, the person named Wei can be ranked first; when I am here, he is the second. In fact, the second is not simple anymore. I admire him as the second best in the world."
After hearing Yang Qiufei's words, most of the heroes in the hall were shocked and didn't know what to say. They all knew that the title "Sword King" refers to his superb swordsmanship, but few people knew that Yang Qiufei He can also forge swords, but he has always been arrogant, and he drank too much and became crazy.
Although Yang Qiufei had a noble seniority, he disappeared after fighting against the bandits and rarely appeared in the world. There were only some rumors throughout the year. It was rumored that he drank with the bandit Bei Lu by the lake or stabbed a group of people to death on a certain mountain. Killer baboons.
Naturally, there are not many people in the world who are good friends with him.
But in terms of reputation and seniority, Wei Yunwu is not inferior to Yang Qiufei.
During the fight against the bandits, Zeng and Wang Baosheng provided a large number of weapons behind the front for the brothers on the front to use.
At this time, there were several big shops in Laihu City, making the most top-notch swords and weapons, and he was recognized as the best swordsmith in the world.
When the heroes saw Yang Qiufei's high posture and rude words, most of them expressed their grievances for Wei Yunwu.
Some people who were close to the Wei family heard what Yang Qiufei said and said disapprovingly: "When Chuang Tianye was alive, Yang Daxia was known as the second best in the world. He must have been bored. Now Chuang Tianye has been gone for a long time. "Yang Daxia has been the world's best swordsman for more than ten years and it's not enough. Even in sword-making skills, he has to compete with the Wei family for the first place!"
Someone else said: "Who said that Chuang Tianmen, who is the best in martial arts in the world, will give up because Chuang Tianye is not here? The little overlord Li Yue is dressed in copper skin and iron bones, and he can conquer mountains and rivers with strength, as if Chuang Tianye is reincarnated. Who is better, the Sword King or the Overlord? I don’t know who is lower, but I am optimistic about Brother Li Yue.”
"Everyone is making a fuss, how about inviting Yang Daxia and Li Yue to fight and show everyone a favor?"
"That's right! Go up and kick Li Yue down, Master Yang! He has won thirty games in a row, and he dominates the stage and won't come down."
Yang Qiufei shook his head and glanced at the majestic Li Yue on the other side of the lively stage. He was standing and letting three big men punch, kick, and hit him all over his body. The three big men were all members of the Tianmen family, and they were ordered to go up and beat him. of.
This is because Li Yue drank three jars of wine and his attacks were no longer serious. He knocked down many practitioners. No one dared to come up to "play" with him anymore, so he called his subordinates to come up and punch him to vent his anger. The emotion in his heart, on the one hand, is to apologize to the heroes who were injured by him.
"Second brother, stop making trouble! Come down and see Uncle Yang!" Li Sheng shouted.
"I won't fight him." Yang Qiufei said to himself, which was also an answer to those who clamored for him to compete with Li Yue.
He looked at the stage and said calmly: "I just watched him fight for a long time. Li Yue is really like a mold of Chuang Tian. I can't beat him with fists and kicks. If I draw my sword, I will see blood." None of it works."
"So Master Yang is unwilling to give up and wants to steal Mr. Wei's reputation as the number one swordsmith?" Someone in the crowd booed.
Yang Qiufei smiled faintly and did not answer. At this time, Li Yue groaned and tensed up, and all three big men were shocked back a few steps.
Li Yueyue stepped down from the stage, strode up to Yang Qiufei, and said, "Uncle Yang, I'm in a bad mood and don't want to talk to everyone. I'm being rude and will punish myself with a jar of wine." After Li Yue finished speaking, he slapped the table on the table. A jar of wine, raise it and drink.
"Haha! Even drinking is like going to heaven, haha!" Yang Qiufei laughed, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, poured another glass and drank it all, and said to himself: "I can see you when I come here. Your wish is enough!"
Li Yue drank the entire jar of wine, hugged everyone's fists, and led his men away.
Li Sheng quickly laughed and said: "Uncle Yang, this is my second brother Li's temperament. He won't listen to what he says. Don't be surprised!"
Yang Qiufei ignored Li Sheng, stood up, toasted another glass of wine to Wei Yunwu in the distance, and said: "Old Wei! Back then, I was obsessed with practicing swordsmanship, and my sword-making skills were not as good as yours, but in the past ten years, Come on, there are no people for me to kill, so I finally concentrated on learning how to make swords. I haven’t seen you for so many years, and you are still as annoying as ever, working hard and cautiously but not knowing how to adapt. The weapons you make are no longer as good as mine."
Wei Yunwu shook his head and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for so many years, but your arrogant temperament still hasn't changed."
"You are the same poor scholar you have been for hundreds of years, and you are suffocating to death!" Yang Qiufei said haha.
There was another commotion near the sword competition stage. Four sword-making students from the Wei family jumped onto the stage and swept all the broken swords off the stage.
Then he drew out the two swords on his back and performed a sword dance on the stage. A total of eight long swords fluttered and danced, and the stage suddenly shone with silver light.
Wei Kailai walked onto the stage gracefully and said loudly: "My third brother hasn't mastered Kung Fu yet, and the sword is a bit brittle. Little sister Yang, don't underestimate my Wei family."
Wei Kailai said as he took out the sword in his hand. The sword had a red body and was broad and thick.
"The autumn maples are fluttering, and the summer sun is like fire... This sword of mine is called the 'Xia Yang Sword'." Wei Kailai did not stop speaking, waving his sleeves, and swung the sword in conjunction with the body movements of the four Wei students, and they A pair of swords, one after another, cut off four long swords. Following the four students, they swung their swords together. Wei Kailai slashed down with his sword, breaking all four swords.
"The Xia Yang sword of the second young master of the Wei family is better than the Qiu Feng sword he used before!"
"The four swords were broken together, what a sharp sword!" The swordsmiths below slapped their palms red.
The martial arts masters snickered secretly. Although the Wei sword was sharp, Wei Kailai's sword dance seemed mediocre and artificial in the eyes of martial arts experts.
Wei Wen was still standing at the edge of the stage, his face flushed, holding his broken Wuer sword, and angrily staring at the woman in yellow, Yang Qiufei's daughter, Yang Ying.
"It's so disgusting. First Qiu Feng, and then Xia Yang, you, a blacksmith, really know how to be arty." Yang Ying laughed and clapped her hands, shouting to Yang Qiufei in the audience: "Dad, I'm sorry If you can’t stand this guy, give me ‘Bing San’ and scare him out of his wits!”
"Be polite when talking to daddy!" Yang Qiufei coughed twice and casually opened the bamboo cover of the large long box standing next to him. People nearby looked and saw that there were several long black cloth parcels in the box. , with small notes such as "Bing Three", "Bing Seven", "Bing Twelve" and so on.
Yang Qiufei took out "Bing San" and uncovered the black cloth, revealing a strange-looking pair of long-handled pliers.
The pliers at the upper end of the fulcrum are about as long as the palm of your hand, like a crab's claws. The two long rods at the lower end of the fulcrum are very thick, but the outside of the long rods is polished as sharp as a blade. When the whole pliers are put together, they look like a sharp handle. sword.
Yang Qiufei raised his hand and threw it, and the giant pincers writhed violently in the air. It moved very quickly and was about to hit his daughter before he saw it.
However, Yang Ying didn't take it seriously at all. He raised his hand and took the handle of the tongs, and waved the sword in a wave.
A group of good guys in the audience all made a loud noise.
It can be seen that the moment Yang Ying took the big pincer, she used a powerful technique that could release the force with four ounces.
Everyone saw that the Sword King was not only an expert in martial arts, but his daughter Yang Ying was also a top-notch expert.
A group of swordsmiths frowned and whispered to each other, discussing the strange sword in Yang Ying's hand.
"We were competing with swords, but Miss Yang came up with scissors and pliers. Isn't it strange?" Wei Kailai said disdainfully.
"This is the 'Bingsan' made by my father. It's called the 'Broken Soldier Sword'." Yang Ying snorted, looked at Wei Wen and said, "Ha, what are you doing there? Go down and wipe away the nosebleeds. Wipe it!"
Wei Wen brought his only unique sword with him on this trip, but it was broken by Yang Ying's improper play.
He has a kind-hearted nature, and his behavior is not as cool as that of his second brother Wei Kailai. In addition, he drank some wine and aroused his temper. He was very unwilling and did not know how to respond, but he was unwilling to admit defeat and step down.
"Third brother, get down quickly!" Wei Kailai smiled slightly, knowing that if Yang Ying still didn't follow the sword fighting routine, it would be difficult to win even though the sword in his hand was sharp, so he drew the sword first.
He was quite familiar with this sword fighting routine, and his sword power was fierce.
"Come on, don't be rude!" Wei Yunwu shouted from a distance. He was kind-hearted and was really afraid that Wei Kailai would hurt the girl.
"Don't interrupt, Luo Li is verbose. Our A-ying has her own opinions! I didn't want to come. It's an advantage for you, you damn old man! If I don't break all the Wei family swords you boast about today, I will My surname is not Yang!" Yang Qiufei grinned and cursed Wei Yunwu loudly.
Li Sheng and other heroes were shocked when they heard Yang Qiufei's rude words.
They knew that Yang Qiufei had always been arrogant, but at this time it was too much, as if he had a deep hatred for Wei Yunwu.
Some of the heroes who favored the Wei family felt resentful, but seeing Wei Yunwu raising his head and smiling from ear to ear, they felt that his generosity was exaggerated, which was really strange.
The sound of swords clashing could be heard on the stage, and suddenly there was a clicking sound. Yang Ying had used the pincers of the Broken Weapon Sword to grasp the body of Xia Yang Sword.
The pliers are shaped like crab claws, with some chamfers on top, holding the Xia Yang Sword firmly.
Wei Kailai was startled and held the sword tightly. Yang Ying also held the handles of the Broken Soldier Sword firmly with both hands, and she and Wei Kailai were locked in a stalemate.
Although there is a difference in strength between men and women, Yang Ying's martial arts skills are much higher. She pushed her body forward and turned around, like a crocodile turning over in a river. Wei Kailai only felt pain in his wrist, and Xia Yang Sword had been taken away.
Yang Ying groaned in a deep voice, swung the Broken Soldier Sword and smashed the Xia Yang Sword on the ground. The Xia Yang Sword had been broken into two pieces.
Wei Kailai opened his mouth wide and didn't know what to say. Some of the swordsmiths below could no longer see it and started making noises: "What nonsense are you kidding? I beat you like this twice. How can you hold a sword with steel pliers compared to sword-making skills?" All good swords will be cut!"
Yang Ying shouted to the swordsmiths in the audience: "This sword in my hand is originally a sword! The sword can be used as a pliers, which is my Yang family's ability. If you are not convinced, come up and fight! A bunch of bastards!"
