On the table, the tea boss had taken down the Liang Yue Sword again, and seemed to be interested in continuing the competition. Wei Jing suddenly shouted: "Tea boss, you picked up the wrong sword again, wait, wait!"
Wei Jing shouted loudly, turned around and ran, shouting back to everyone: "I'll get the guy!"
Yang Qiufei stood up slowly and said calmly: "There is no need to compete. None of my remaining swords can beat Wei Changqing's sword."
When Wei Jing heard what Yang Qiufei said, he had no choice but to stop and turn around to stand still, feeling angry and dissatisfied at the same time.
"Mr. Yang is too modest. How can you take this reward competition seriously? Changqing only won one of the seven games. Changqing lost. But Changqing only begs Mr. Yang to try one more time so that everyone can win." Open your eyes and see what Mr. Yang is really capable of."
Wei Changqing said loudly, his eyes slowly turning to the long sword on Yang Qiufei's waist that had been with him for several days.
This sword has never left Yang Qiu Fei's side since he arrived at Dayang Mansion. The scabbard is made of raw peach wood, long and dull, and the long sword in the scabbard is forged from artificial moon iron refined in the volcano.
Yang Qiufei remained silent. When he saw Wei Changqing's courteous appearance, but his eyes full of challenge, knowing that the two brothers still remembered the humiliation of the broken sword in the Heroes' Meeting many years ago, he smiled bitterly. He patted the sword on his waist and said, "This is my favorite sword. If you break it, what will I use to kill the bandits?"
When Wei Changqing saw that Yang Qiufei had no intention of fighting with him, he didn't know how to react for a moment. He was afraid that pressing too close would be disrespectful and make the guests unhappy, but in his heart he really wanted to compete with the Sword King. , Yixue was humiliated back then.
"Brother, you drank too much." Wei Kailai suddenly spoke up and said with a smile: "Mr. Sword King is here to help everyone suppress bandits. He is not here to compete with us for the title of magic weapon. You want to play and do Brother, let’s play with you.”
Wei Kai made a move, and another group of Wei family students rushed to the edge of the stage, jumped on a dark man, took off a single sword from his waist, and unsheathed the single sword. The blade was gray and white, dull and not very thick.
Now Wei Changqing's eyes widened and he looked at Wei Kailai and then at the swarthy man in disbelief.
"Master Zhang, Master Qi, let's compete. Don't let the atmosphere get tense." Wei Kailai ordered with a smile. Master Zhang, who was holding the sword, responded loudly, waved his single sword and pointed forward. Although the movement was vague, everyone saw it. It was concluded that it was a ceremonial move in a sword show.
Master Qi looked at Wei Changqing, as if he was waiting for Wei Changqing's instructions, but Master Zhang's sword had already been slashed at him, so he had to fight. The two of them started fighting, and everyone heard the sound of the clashing swords being the same as before. Quite different, a little surprised.
A group of guests had seen Yang Qiufei break Wei Changqing's sword with the Twelve Moon Sword before, and they all said that the sword king was really good, but Wei Changqing's white sheath heavy sword was defeated by the Winter Moon Sword.
Everyone said that this heavy sword might be Wei Changqing's masterpiece, and he would be able to capture the number one magic weapon. But when Wei Kailai randomly assigned a master to hold the sword on stage, he would be able to fight with Wei Changqing's heavy sword. After deciding the difference, I thought that the Wei Family Sword Shop has always focused on swords. Master Zhang’s sword is so powerful, so of course Wei Kailai will have other treasures to bring.
When Wei Kailai saw the guests whispering among themselves, he smiled and said: "Dear swordsmiths, heroes and heroes, to be honest, it's not surprising. Any skill in the world is about striving for excellence. We only hope to get better. This sword-making skill , The same is true for the art of smelting steel and iron.
"In recent years, foreign steel smelting technology has made great progress, and Weijia Sword Village cannot lag behind. I have sent many people to visit over the years, saying that foreign steel has been discovered in foreign countries, which can be used to make swords and is better than black steel. The locals are all It is said that this steel fell from the sky and is called "meteoric iron". I have cooperated with foreign iron manufacturers for many years to research, and finally I was able to artificially smelt this meteorite iron. The swords held by Master Qi and Master Zhang on the stage are all the same. Made of this meteorite iron."
The guests were stunned for a while, Yang Qiufei remained silent, and Wei Changqing turned pale. He had heard rumors about excellent steel that surpassed Wu Gang, but he never paid attention to it. He received Wei Jing a few years ago. When I saw that Wei Jing had written the words "Yueertie" on his examination paper, he suddenly had an idea and decided to study it.
However, Wei Kailai was earlier and had more brothers. He had communicated with major overseas sword-making and iron-making towns for many years, and of course he would not miss any disturbing information.
Although the two brothers' research on "steel falling from the sky" was much slower than that of Yang Qiufei, the manpower and financial resources of the two Wei family sword masters were far superior to those of the lonely sword masters, and they also had exchanges and cooperation with major sword-making cities in various countries. , with the power of tens of thousands of people, it is not difficult to catch up with Yang Qiufei who has been making steel for decades by himself in just a few years.
"Not long after, when this meteorite iron technology matures, we will be able to mass-produce magical weapons that are far superior to current swords." Wei Kailai said loudly, and suddenly heard a click, and the heavy sword held by Master Qi was Knocked off his hand.
Master Qi panted, as if he was not convinced, picked up the epee and wanted to fight again, but saw that Master Zhang had already raised a single sword, with large and small curls on the blade, and Master Qi's epee naturally had many curls, leaving the table The guests who were nearby could clearly see that the gap on Master Qi's heavy sword was much larger than the gap on Master Zhang's single sword. It was clear at a glance which of the two brothers had better mastery of this meteorite iron technique.
Wei Jing listened to Wei Kailai's eloquent talk from a distance, his heart trembled with chills, and his hands could not help but tremble slightly. In his heart, Yue'er Iron, which was ten thousand times more precious than the world's rarest jewels, seemed to suddenly become cheap and ordinary.
"King of Swordsmen, don't blame the junior class for playing tricks. This is Kailai's gift to Mr. Yang." Wei Kailai clapped his hands, and several students brought a sword stand covered with a white scarf. Wei Kailai walked around to attend the room. , uncovered the white scarf with his own hands, and there was a long sword on the sword stand. It had a black lacquered wood scabbard and was covered with elegant silver decoration.
The guests only thought that the sword looked simple and elegant, but they didn't think it was anything special. However, Yang Qiufei slowly stood up, jumped in front of the sword platform, and stretched out his hand to caress the simple and elegant sword.
Everyone just clapped and applauded, praising the Sword King for being as strong as before, but some people secretly thought that when it came to sword making, the Wei family was number one after all, so the Sword King had no choice but to show off his martial arts skills to save face.
But Yang Qiufei recognized the appearance of this black and silver sword. At the Heroes' Meeting, Yang Qiufei was unwilling to accept that his daughter was going to marry the Wei family, so he went on stage to stir up trouble, and then competed with Wei Yun Wu's Blood Sword. At that time, he was against The two swords were embedded in each other. The gap of Wei Yunwu's long sword was smaller, and Yang Qiufei also admitted defeat generously.
At this time, Yang Qiufei saw that Wei Kailai's sword had the same appearance as Wei Yunwu's sword, and he was touched. He whispered to Wei Kailai: "Kailai, you want to remind me that my sword couldn't defeat you back then. Dad, my sword still can't defeat you?"
"Of course I don't dare. This sword was made in memory of my father. The old gentleman and my father are close friends of life and death. Looking at the world, who is worthy of wielding this sword?" Wei Kailai said respectfully, adding at the end: "I just heard the old gentleman say that if the sword he is accustomed to carries is broken, he will have no weapon to kill the bandits. So I gave him this sword as a gift. This sword is indestructible. The old man can use it and kill thousands of bandits and save Hai Lai. common people."
"You mean this guy on my waist is not even as good as your elder brother's sword."
Yang Qiufei smiled faintly, took off the sword, unsheathed it, swung it a few times, and praised: "What a good sword."
He then pulled off the long sword from his waist and handed it to Wei Kailai. He said with a smile: "Good nephew, courtesy is reciprocated. If you give me a sword, I will lend you my own sword."
Wei Kailai quickly took Yang Qiufei's sword and felt that the sword was slightly longer than an ordinary long sword by half a foot. Yang Qiufei was tall and thin, so the long sword he used to make was longer.
He was shocked when he saw Yang Qiufei staring at him coldly. Yang Qiufei had slowly pulled out the sword imitating Wei Yunwu's work from its sheath, and at the same time said to Wei Kai: "Draw the sword."
"Sword King, you want to compete with me? This... junior doesn't dare to offend. This sword is a treasure given to the old gentleman, so I don't dare to damage it easily..." Wei Kailai waved his hands and smiled bitterly.
"Okay, come on." Yang Qiufei moved his gaze to Master Qi's face next to the stage.
