Master Qi looked at Wei Changqing, and Wei Changqing snorted. Originally, he was quite proud of cutting off the Dongyue Sword with his heavy sword, but Wei came to block the way and intercepted the front, and was the first to reveal that he was about to make a statement. The experience of falling iron is very unpleasant.
Now he saw that Yang Qiufei wanted to spar with Wei Kailai in person, which would be interesting, but if Wei Kai said he wouldn't fight, Yang Qiufei would not force him considering his status, which would be much less interesting.
Wei Changqing nodded and said, "My brother only knows how to make swords but not how to use them. Master Qi, you can take over for him."
Wei Kailai breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Master Qi approaching. He offered his sword to Yang Qiufei, which was a bit ironic. He just expected to use his father's name. Even if Yang Qiufei was unhappy, he would not embarrass him. .
But he didn't expect that Yang Qiufei was about to compete with him on the spot, but he was a little embarrassed. At this time, he handed the sword to Master Qi, took a deep breath, restored his elegant demeanor, and said to Master Qi: "Master Qi, click on it." That's it, don't be rude."
"How unreasonable..." Wei Jing knew that the sword on Yang Qiufei's waist was made of artificial moon iron, and the old natural moon iron sword was squeezed out by the "ninety-nine new recruits". In the first battle with this divine sword, he unexpectedly He asked Master Qi to use it, and he was very angry and wanted to go to the stage to stir up trouble. He saw that Master Qi had already pulled out the soldiers ninety-nine, and saluted Yang Qiufei respectfully.
"Don't do the complicated etiquette, let's fight." Yang Qiufei casually slashed Master Qi's left side with his sword. The sword was not particularly fast, but its position was extremely tricky. Master Qi had to use all his strength to block with his sword, and Yang Qiufei struck again. A sword stabbed at Master Qi's right abdomen, and Master Qi could only turn around and dodge.
"If grandpa had thrust these two swords faster, Master Qi would be dead." Wei Jing knew that Yang Qiufei would certainly not hurt this innocent swordsman, but because he was angry, he also imagined that Master Qi would let Yang Qiufei He looked pitiful with his hands and feet cut off.
Master Qi defended several moves in a row, escaping each move with great difficulty. He admired the sword king fiercely, but the thousands of guests in the banquet hall were staring at him with countless eyes. Even if he lost, he couldn't be too cowardly, so he had to Pulling himself together, he jumped back with a vertical step, regained his composure, danced the soldier ninety-nine with a sudden sound, counted several false moves, and then stabbed Yang Qiufei straight to his right shoulder.
Yang Qiufei used his backhand to move the soldiers ninety-nine blocks away. Every time he passed a sword, he would pay attention to the signs on each other's swords. With sharp eyes, he saw a small mark on the Wei Kailai sword he was holding. , couldn't help but smile slightly, but then he saw that there was a small gap on the ninety-nine soldiers in Master Qi's hand, so he smiled again.
After several more sword fights, Yang Qiufei became impatient and hit Master Qi's wrist with his sword.
Master Qi screamed strangely and let go of his long sword. Yang Qiufei lifted the soldier ninety-nine into the air, whirring around. Yang Qiufei jumped up, caught the soldier ninety-nine with his left hand, and shouted loudly. , waved both hands together, and slashed with two swords.
Amid everyone's exclamations, Yang Qiufei landed on the ground, followed by a flying broken sword that was stabbed deeply into the stage.
Yang Qiufei closed his eyes and raised his head slightly, not looking at the two swords he held in his hands. One sword had a large twisted mouth in the middle, and the other only had half of it left - Soldier Ninety-Nine.
Wei Jing took a deep breath and was stunned. Wei Kailai was the first to applaud and shouted with a smile: "Mr. Yang's swordsmanship is unmatched in the world."
All the guests immediately cheered and cheered like thunder. They all praised Yang Qiufei's swordsmanship and martial arts to the heavens. No one mentioned who made the sword and broke it. There were also some smart guys who said, "Teacher Wei." I gave the sword to the Sword King, isn’t it that the Sword King’s sword is the winner now? The Sword King is great!”
"Sorry, I broke the sword you gave me. Please repair it for me and let me use it to fight the bandits." Yang Qiufei opened his eyes, brought the sword to him as a gift, turned the hilt upside down, and returned it to him. The guard came.
"Mr. Yang's instructions, this junior should do as he pleases." Wei Kailai took the long sword, and when he saw the twisted gap on the sword, his heart was frightened. Then he looked at the half of the soldiers in Yang Qiufei's hand, Ninety-nine, and said : "I will return the two swords to the old gentleman after they are repaired."
"This guy? It's broken copper and iron, no need to repair it, haha!" Yang Qiufei smiled brightly, turned to Master Qi and asked for the scabbard, then pulled out the half sword head that was deeply embedded in the table and put it into the scabbard. Then put the broken sword into the sheath and tie it back to the waist.
After all, the atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the dinner ended hastily. Everyone left the table. Those who didn't drink enough met to challenge each other at a flowing banquet in the courtyard.
"Grandpa, what are you doing?" Wei Jing pushed open the wooden door of the guest room and saw Yang Qiufei sitting at the table, with his hands crossed and his head tilted slightly in trance. On the table was the soldier ninety-nine broken into two parts.
Wei Jing scratched his head, raised the natural moon iron sword in his hand and said, "Tomorrow I will challenge the eldest and second uncle with soldiers ninety-eight. I don't believe that this natural moon iron will lose to some meteorite iron!"
"Idiot, isn't Yue'er Iron just meteorite? Can't you tell?" Yang Qiufei glanced at Wei Jing.
Wei Jing moved his mouth but didn't say anything. When he was watching the battle, when he saw Wei Changqing's heavy sword and heard the sound of the swords clashing, he felt that it was no different from Yue'er Tie. He knew that since Yang Qiufei could fight in Ruyun After discovering the steel falling from the sky on the mountain, others can naturally do it too. If Yang Qiufei can develop artificial moon iron, others can naturally do it too.
But he was unwilling to let his grandfather spend decades traveling all over the world, collecting all kinds of materials, and conducting countless experiments and research to develop the artificial lunar iron, only for others to catch up within a few years.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. With a groan, he pulled out the natural moon iron sword from its wooden sheath and slashed it with his hands a few times. It was not enough. He looked left and right, trying to find something to chop with.
"What are you doing? A hundred soldiers are no longer alone in the world, are you disappointed?" Yang Qiufei saw that Wei Jing was as irritable as a monkey who just stole an apple, so he said coldly: "Don't be as stubborn as your grandfather. .”
"Why are you scolding my grandpa all of a sudden?" Wei Jing asked hummingly.
"Seventy years ago, the best sword-making material in the world was not moon iron or black steel. It was something called Qinggang. Qinggang was not cheap at that time. A good Qinggang sword was comparable to Nowadays, the three top-grade black steel swords are still expensive. When I first came to Haihai, I was penniless and tried every means to get a good sword, and then I met your grandfather.
"At that time, your grandfather was a stupid fool, even more stupid than Gongsun Yao. He knew nothing but swordsmanship, and his family was poor. He held a piece of ancestral steel as a family heirloom. He was reluctant to use the piece of steel and said nothing. Kenzao gave me the green steel sword." Yang Qiufei said leisurely. Wei Jing saw that his grandfather suddenly told a story about the past, and it was something he had never told before, so he sat down and listened carefully.
"I fooled around in Hai Lai for a while and developed a deep friendship with your grandfather. When I got tired of playing in Hai Lai and wanted to go somewhere else, he agreed to make me a blue steel sword." Yang Qiufei closed his eyes, recalled the past, and said slowly: "After that, I went to many places and met many people. Two of them, one is a bastard and the other is a great hero."
Wei Jing interrupted: "The granddaughter of a bastard is a little bastard, and the grandson of a great hero is a stupid bastard. Grandpa, you were as famous as them back then, but when it comes to future generations, you are indeed much better than them."
"Humph, I don't dare to be the leader of the hall. You, the little bastard, are no better." Yang Qiufei glanced sideways at Wei Jing and continued: "Later, I returned to Hai Lai. Hai Lai back then was not as good as he is now. Lively, I have seen good knives and swords in other more prosperous cities. They no longer use green steel to make swords, but use black steel improved from green steel to make swords."
"I found your grandfather. He is so loyal. He is so poor that he almost has no pants. He keeps a bright blue steel sword every day, waiting to be given to me. As soon as he sees me, he wants me. Show him how to play with the sword, saying that he wants to see the best swordsman in the world wield the best sword in the world."
Yang Qiufei laughed, then sighed and said: "When I heard this, I made fun of his lack of knowledge, saying that green steel is no longer a good material for making swords, black steel is. Your grandfather had never heard of black steel at that time. , he held on to a piece of treasured green steel for many years, saying that it was an ancestor's treasure and the best steel in the world. We had a big fight about it, alas... I was a perverted person at that time and had a bad mouth. Thinking about it now , I feel a little regretful..."
Wei Jing interrupted again: "Grandpa, even now, you still have an awkward personality and a bad mouth..."
