"Rich old man."

Outside the rich old man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door outside and politely called a few times.

Half a ring passed, and no one came out of it at all.

Nan Xin smiled apologetically at Zhang Yifeng: "The rich old man's ears are not very good, let's go in and find him directly." ”

Zhang Yifeng nodded and said, "Then go in first." ”

The door was locked, but this did not bother the two warriors, and the two entered directly over the wall.

What catches the eye is a large courtyard with a furnace and several forging tables.

It can be seen that when this courtyard was at its peak, there must have been many forgers.

But at this moment, there was only one old man sitting in the entire courtyard.

"He's a rich old man?"

Even if Zhang Yifeng knew that the rich old man was a little old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw the rich old man himself.

Is this called a bit old? It's not old at all, okay!

The rich old man has white hair, a wrinkled face, and cloudy eyes, and he is completely an old man in his last years. No wonder that group of warriors want to forge weapons so crazily, this is because they are afraid that the rich old man will die if he is not careful.

At this time, Zhang Yifeng was thinking, can this old man still hold the hammer used for forging?

After Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin came in, they didn't speak, and the old man didn't seem to notice it, but looked at the forging table and fell into deep thought.

When Zhang Yifeng saw this scene, he suddenly sighed, and he said to Nan Xin: "Nan Xin, let's go, we are in the wrong place." ”

When the voice fell, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and left.

"Ah, Brother Zhang, are you leaving like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised, didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn forging. Since he didn't want to cut off the old man's sword, he also entered the courtyard.

Zhang Yifeng glanced at Nan Xin, and said in a flat voice: "This old gentleman is so old, I'm afraid he can't forge it, his sword was easily cut off by me, and he doesn't necessarily have much power." It seems that it is just a person who sells fame and reputation. ”

Zhang Yifeng spoke again, the words fell, and he resolutely turned around and left.

However, as soon as he took a step, a thunderous voice came from behind him.

"Boy! What did you just say! Say it again. ”

This voice naturally came from the rich old man, his voice was loud, not at all like an old man who was about to be like dirt.

Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change in the slightest, he turned his head lightly, only to see the old man staring at him excitedly.

This old man, Nan Xin shouted at him so hard outside just now, he pretended not to hear it, Zhang Yifeng's words were not loud, but he heard them clearly. He doesn't seem to be deaf.

Zhang Yifeng looked at the old man, shook his head and said, "I didn't say anything just now. ”

"Are you deaf to my old man? You say I can't forge it! The old man roared with a flushed face.

Zhang Yifeng hurriedly apologized: "Old man, you should be young and ignorant, and Tongyan is okay." ”

"Huh? What did you say? The old man put his hand to his ear, as if he hadn't heard what Zhang Yifeng said. I don't know if it's really deaf or pretending to be deaf.

"Rich old man, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nanxin spoke loudly.

The old man nodded with satisfaction, and sat down on the forging table to bask in the sun.

Although there are several forging tables in this courtyard, it is clear that it has not been forged in a furnace for a long time.

"Let's go." Zhang Yifeng saw that the old man didn't speak, knowing that the old man was an arrogant person, but he was also an arrogant person, so he never revealed his idea of learning forging, and Zhang Yifeng was also a little worried in his heart, worried about whether the old man could still open the furnace for forging, in case the thing was not practiced, the person would be tired to death, and Zhang Yifeng would really be guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still plans to leave.

However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the sword in his hand to the ground.

Qiang Qiang Qiang.

A crisp sound came, attracting the old man's attention.

The old man saw the broken sword on the ground, and his pupils contracted.

"Boy, stop!"

As Zhang Yifeng expected, before he walked out of the blacksmith shop, the rich old man stopped him.

Zhang Yifeng turned around and said lightly: "Is there anything else to do with the rich old man?" ”

The rich old man waited for Zhang Yifeng, blushing and saying thickly: "My sword, you cut it?" ”

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "The old man can't help it, I accidentally didn't receive the force, and cut off the sword you built with great difficulty, I think it should be the best sword you can forge." It's a pity, it's a pity. ”

"Fart, that sword is just a sword I made with my hand." The rich old man has always been offered up in the Kunlun Mountains, even if it is a four-star sect, he has to look at his face, Zhang Yifeng is the first time he has seen a person who looks down on him. Taking a deep breath, the old man spoke again, "What sword do you use?" ”

"It's just an ordinary sword, No, if you want to see it, take it and take it."

Zhang Yifeng casually threw the magic weapon sword out.

The rich old man took the magic sword, and at first glance he was disdainful, is this also called a sword? It's ugly, it's a defilement of the word sword! Just as he wanted to sarcastically say a few words to Zhang Yifeng, the rich old man's pupils shrank, and he had never seen the material of this sword.

However, as a senior forger, he felt that this thing was extraordinary.

The rich old man picked up his sword and slashed at the flower stand next to the courtyard.

There was a soft snort. Huatai was directly cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword is really sharp.

"Tyrannical things, tyrannical things!"

After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing, and he was holding Zhang Yifeng's sword in his arms, as if he was holding a peerless treasure.

Then he looked at Zhang Yifeng and gritted his teeth and said, "Who made this sword?" ”

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "It's me, what's wrong?" Any questions? ”

"You built it? Little doll, if this thing is given to me, I can build a magic weapon. ”

"Divine soldiers? Exaggerated, right? Moreover, your body ......" Zhang Yifeng looked incredulous.

"Little doll, do you dislike me for being too old to swing the forging hammer?" The old man spoke angrily.

Zhang Yifeng just wanted to say no, but the rich old man waved his hand and spoke again.

"Little doll, I started learning the art of forging at the age of five, and now one hundred and ten years have passed, but I can't swing a hammer anymore."

Speaking of this, the rich old man shook his head and sighed.

From the eyes of the rich old man, Zhang Yifeng saw a strong love for forging, and couldn't help but respect the rich old man. An old man who is over 100 years old and can't even hold a forging hammer still loves his industry in his heart.

"Do you know why my old man has been reluctant to breathe?" The rich old man suddenly raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "That's because I'm reluctant to bring my forging skills into the pit!" ”

The rich old man's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly, since he was reluctant to bring it into the pit, why didn't he teach people?