"Red Iron Mother, no wonder ......"

The rich old man looked at the Broken Sky Scar in a daze, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and then, he reached out to touch the giant sword body of the Broken Sky Scarf.

Zhang Yifeng hurriedly wanted to stop it, because the Shattered Sky Trace was not allowed to be touched by others.

However, everything happened too quickly, and he didn't expect the rich old man to touch his Sky Splitting Scar.

An incredible scene appeared, when the rich old man's hand touched the scar of the broken sky, the scar of the broken sky was extremely obedient, and no black light burst out.

The rich old man even took the Crack of the Sky from Zhang Yifeng's hand to check it.

This scene surprised Zhang Yifeng.

You must know that the weight of the Crack of the Sky is 10,000 catties, and only when he holds it in his hand, it will only weigh 1,000 catties, but unexpectedly, the rich old man took it easily.

But soon he understood that the scar of the split sky had its own emotions, and he had the same heart as him, and he must have felt the respect for the rich old man in his heart, so he didn't break out to attack the rich old man.

The rich old man gently pressed his face against the wide body of the giant sword of the Broken Sky Scar, as if listening to the voice of the giant sword.

After a while, the rich old man was pleasantly surprised: "It's really the best weapon!" ”

Although the rich old man couldn't see the grade of the weapon, he heard the emotions coming from the weapon. It was a domineering, eye-to-the-world emotion, which showed that Zhang Yifeng added a good beast soul when he forged it.

Only the best weapon that has added the beast soul can have such an "arrogant" mood.

"Okay, good, good, old man, although I haven't forged the best weapon, but I have taught an apprentice who can forge the best weapon, remember, this forging hammer method should be passed down from generation to generation, try not to lose it in the long river of time."

The rich old man actually laughed.

"Zhang Yifeng, take the black iron holy furnace in the courtyard, only you are worthy of using it. I hope you will be able to forge a holy weapon in the future. ”

When the old man's words fell, Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin both shed tears.

Because the old man had closed his eyes peacefully, and his body fell backwards.

Zhang Yifeng caught the scar of the splitting sky and caught the rich old man.

The rich old man, dead, he has no breath.

"Teacher, if you can live a few more years, you will definitely be able to forge the best weapon by yourself."

Although Zhang Yifeng was crying, he was not sad, because the rich old man was a hundred years old, and he basically fulfilled his wish before he died.

This can be seen from the rich old man's serene and satisfied expression.

"Rich Grandpa ......"

On the side, Nan Xin cried the most, and the woman was a little more emotional than the man.

"Nanxin, you and Bai Luoluo will go back first, and I will bury the old man and come back." Zhang Yifeng opened his mouth towards Nan Xin.

"Brother Zhang, I'll bury it with you."

"No, I'll do it alone."

"Okay."

Nan Xin wiped away her tears and left with Bai Jingjing.

When the pharmacist saw the two of them leaving, he also followed, he came on time to give the old man medicine, since the rich old man was dead, he naturally had no reason to stay here longer.

After several people left, Zhang Yifeng did not immediately bury the rich old man, but said lightly.

"Why hide your head and show your tail, it's time to come out."

As soon as Zhang Yifeng's words fell, a sloppy-looking old man who looked like a beggar appeared in his sight.

The old man carried a large bag on his back, his hair covered his eyes, and a pair of glittering eyes peeked through the slit.

The reason why Zhang Yifeng let Nan Xin and Bai Luoluo leave first was because he noticed that someone had been following him.

Moreover, there was something wrong with the smell in the air, and his divine sense caught the old man in the corner of the courtyard wall, placing a few flowers of strange colors.

These smells are the scent of flowers.

"I didn't expect to find me, it's amazing."

The old man looked at Zhang Yifeng with a grim look in his eyes, and that look seemed to have a common enmity with Zhang Yifeng.

"I'll just say one word, get out, or die."

Zhang Yifeng didn't know who the old man was, but he had already guessed the identity of the other party, and this old man might be the hundred poison pharmacist in Luo Yanlan's mouth. He has been looking for Zhang Yifeng, this forging conference, Zhang Yifeng took the initiative to expose his identity, after the forging conference, he followed Zhang Yifeng here.

The cultivation of the Hundred Poison Pharmacist was not strong, so he did not rob and kill Zhang Yifeng on the road, but waited for Zhang Yifeng to come back and find a way to poison Zhang Yifeng.

The scent of these flowers, combined with some special means, should form a mixture of toxins.

"Little ghost, I know that you have the strength to fight with the master, but unfortunately, you met me as a hundred poison pharmacist, and you have already been poisoned by me. Don't believe you're trying to gather internal strength? Is it impossible to mobilize the slightest internal force? ”

This old man is indeed a hundred poison pharmacist.

When Zhang Yifeng heard this, he tried to run the aura, although the aura could still work, but the speed was one hundredth of the usual.

No matter what world the poison master is in, he is a tricky existence. The most powerful poison is even more invisible and colorless, making it impossible to prevent it.

Although he couldn't run the inside, Zhang Yifeng shook his head lightly and said, "You think that if I can't use my internal force, you can kill me?" ”

"Naturally, if a martial artist can't use internal force, how different is it from ordinary people. I can't kill you in this way, so I won't be called a hundred poison pharmacist. ”

The Hundred Poison Pharmacist sneered, seemingly very confident in himself.

After sneering, the Hundred Poison Medicine Master said again: "However, don't be too desperate, although I want to kill you, but not now, you have made Zi Yi lose face at the forging conference, I want you to admit your mistake to Zi Yi in three days, in the same place, in front of the martial artists of the entire Kunlong Mountain Range, saying that you are not worthy of her Tianzi National Color." ”

"Let me apologize?"

Zhang Yifeng understood the purpose of the Hundred Poison Pharmacist, in order to curry favor with Luo Ziyi, and wanted him to apologize in public.

Unfortunately, it was impossible, and he did nothing wrong. Moreover, the Hundred Poison Pharmacist could not threaten him.

"What, unwillingly? If you don't want to, it's a dead end. I forgot to say, not only are you unable to use your internal force now, but you have also been hit by a chronic poison, which is colorless and tasteless, not to mention that you can't detect it, even if Luo Badao can't detect it. After three days, you'll have itchy all over your body and you'll start to fester. If you don't find the antidote within ten days, you'll be turned into a puddle of thick water. ”

"Turned into a puddle of thick water?" Zhang Yifeng was slightly stunned, this poison is indeed a bit poisonous.

The Hundred Poison Pharmacist sneered, "Are you scared? If you're afraid, do what I say. Go and post a notice now, and kowtow to Luo Ziyi three days later to admit your mistake. ”