Seeing Mu Hanyan coming with Ling Baobao and Tan Yu and a few others, everyone consciously let go of a passage, but there was a bit of a taste of stars holding the moon.

"Do you really dare to come?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan had not arrived for a long time, even Nie Fangsheng thought that he was afraid of losing face and did not dare to come, but he didn't expect that he really came, and his expression was so relaxed that he didn't hear the discussions of the people around him.

"Why don't you dare, I'm still thinking about Lord Nie's ancestral sword-forging technique. Mu Hanyan smiled freely and said.

"What a big breath!" Nie Fangsheng glanced at Mu Hanyan contemptuously: Laugh, let you laugh, there will be a time for you to cry for a while.

Nie Fangsheng made up his mind that he would only wait for Mu Hanyan to fail for a while, and he would definitely humiliate him fiercely, and then drive him out of the Sword Casting Hall, not even giving Gong Hongru face.

Anyway, he didn't know how to humiliate himself, and Gong Hongru couldn't blame him.

"Do you want to start now?" Mu Hanyan was not interested in taking advantage of his words, and said straight to the point.

"Let's get started. Nie Fangsheng flicked his sleeves, took two steps back and sat on the Taishi chair, and looked at Mu Hanyan with a sneer.

Mu Hanyan took a few steps ago, looked at the sword-forging hammer and the fine iron that had been prepared for a long time, fortunately, this Nie Hei face was not despicable to the house, and he didn't do anything.

In fact, this was not Nie Hei's conscience, but he didn't think that Mu Hanyan had the possibility of success at all, so he didn't bother to do anything at all.

"Raise the fire, open the furnace!" Mu Hanyan said.

"Yes, Master. Tan Yu and the others responded respectfully, and then hurriedly lit the fire and turned on the furnace.

Soon, the sword-casting furnace burned with a faint blue flame, which was similar to the sword-casting furnace that Tan Yu bought yesterday, this sword-casting furnace was of higher quality, the flame temperature was higher, and it was more condensed.

Mu Hanyan held the hammer in one hand, and was ready to start casting the sword, and the demeanor of a sword-casting master was also fully displayed.

"This Mu Hanyan seems to be very confident, could it be that he has really learned the method of casting and forging bones? However, he has only studied it once and has been enlightened for one night, how can he learn it so quickly?" Seeing Mu Hanyan's confident appearance, everyone around him couldn't help but wonder, and it was really hard to believe their guesses.

"Ling Baobao, what are you doing?" When everyone was puzzled and looking forward to the result, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped and shouted at Ling Baobao.

"Nothing, nothing. Ling Baobao said with a wry smile.

"Nothing, what's in your hand?" Mu Hanyan asked with a calm face.

"Actually, it's a bet, they all say you can't succeed, I'll bet a few with them. Ling Baobao said embarrassedly.

The disciples who were looking at Mu Hanyan without blinking their eyes almost fell on the spot, it turned out that not only Mu Hanyan was confident, but this Ling Baobao was even more confident in him, and he actually dared to gamble.

Nie Fangsheng's blackened face became even darker, and he actually started a gamble, turning his sword forging hall into a gambling house, is it a gambling house?

"How many times have I told you, gambling hurts others and yourself, why do you still gamble?" Mu Hanyan said with hatred of iron and steel.

"But my mother said that she knows that she only wins and doesn't lose, and it's not called gambling, so it's called picking up money, can't I pick it up?" Ling Baobao said with a bitter face.

"Well, come here. Mu Hanyan thought for a while and said.

"What are you doing?" Ling Baobao reluctantly walked over.

"Take these and help me place a bet. Mu Hanyan took out a thick stack of silver tickets and gave it to him.

"Didn't you say that gambling is not good and harms others and yourself?" Ling Baobao said with a sad face.

If he just wins the bet and everyone else loses, of course he can make a lot of money, but Mu Hanyan is rich, and he throws it away for tens of millions of taels, and he will naturally get less at that time.

"Can't I follow the money?" Mu Hanyan glanced at him and said.

Although gambling is not good, Ling Baobao is right, who is not happy about picking money, it has nothing to do with gambling.

"Go ahead, it's a big deal that I'll give you more of it then. Mu Hanyan glanced at Ling Baobao, she was still in a hurry to pick up the money, and she didn't want to grind with him.

Everyone around was dumbfounded, they had seen self-confidence, but they had never seen self-confidence like this, how could this Mu Hanyan have such a big confidence.

"Otherwise, you can place another bet, otherwise there won't be much more?" Ling Baobao said to everyone with a sad face.

Looking at it like that, I really recognize that he only wins and doesn't lose, and he is picking money, but it's just a little different.

Although they didn't think that Mu Hanyan had the possibility of success, they saw that Ling Baobao was so confident, many people still had a lot of eyes and didn't dare to bet anymore.

"Let's play a little more, it's not easy to gamble once, let me win some pill money, it's a big deal to invite you to dinner when I win." Ling Baobao said almost pleadingly.

Everyone around is ignorant, you win our money, and then invite us to dinner, it seems that we still suffer, are we really stupid?

Hey, no, why did he say that he could really win, how could he accidentally believe his words.

"I'll bet with you!" Nie Fang was really angry.

This Ling Baobao, this Mu Hanyan, did he really use his Sword Casting Hall as a gambling house? It was just a gambling house, and he actually thought that he only won and did not lose, and even the people around him believed his words.

This makes him lose face, after all, he Nie Fangsheng deliberately made it difficult for Mu Hanyan to vent his anger for Qiu Yongcheng, which is already a well-known secret in Longyan Academy.

After speaking, Nie Fangsheng directly took out a few million taels of silver tickets and threw them to Ling Baobao.

"Okay, okay, does anyone else want to bet, hurry up, there is no store in this village." Ling Baobao smiled happily. Millions of taels, a lot, developed, developed!

"I'm betting too. Qiu Zizhong naturally refused to grow the majesty of Mu Hanyan, extinguished his own ambition, and also took out a million.

Seeing that even Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong had made bets, some academy disciples also made bets.

This time, Ling Baobao was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.

"Mu Hanyan, let's start?" Seeing that this justifiable test was about to become a farce, Nie Fangsheng was irritable for a while, urging Mu Han's flue.

"Okay, this begins. Seeing that Ling Baobao had "picked" a lot of money, Mu Hanyan was in a good mood, and when he saw that the temperature of the furnace was almost up, he began to swing the sword hammer.

The dark golden sword-casting hammer drew a wonderful arc with Mu Hanyan's dexterous technique, flashing with heart-warming light, full of beauty.

Everyone around was surprised, no wonder Mu Hanyan was so confident, this sword-casting technique of forging bones was really learned.