This old man looks more than seventy or eighty, unlike other leaders who have the appearance of a middle-aged man through the art of rejuvenation and health preservation. looks shriveled and thin, even if it is mixed in the crowd, it is difficult for people to notice. But Yang Mucheng could feel that there was a huge amount of qi and blood hidden in this old man's body, even stronger than Xu Yefeng, who had died in his hands!

"Old Wu, why are you here?"

Then.

Yu Youjiao also noticed the old man, and hurriedly stood up to greet him.

"Who is this old man?"

Yang Mucheng asked in a low voice.

"Emperor Yang, he is a forging master in Stormwind City, named Wu Guojian. I had a good relationship with Yu Ye before, and my various blades were all built by his hands. His most famous blade is the three-pointed and two-edged knife of the middle grade of the Xuan Rank, which sharpens iron like clay and cuts gold like paper!"

Long Fei said respectfully.

But I saw that Wu Guojian came to the coffin, bowed to Xu Chen three times, and said loudly:

"Master Yu, in the past few days since your accident, the old man and I happen to be in retreat, if I know that you have been killed, the old man will have to save the Xu family for you even if he gives up his life! Now that Emperor Yang has taken his place and guarded the Xu family for you, you can also die and rest in peace." ”

After speaking, incense.

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed, and his heart was dark.

The old man's two wrists were covered with twisted and hideous centipede-shaped scars, apparently the veins of his hands that had been severed.

"Emperor Yang, I smiled. Wu Guojian found Yang Mucheng's gaze and arched his hand. "This scar is because I once competed with someone, lost to him, and was broken by the other party. In desperation, I came to Stormwind City to be a little blacksmith!"

'This old man is not simple!' Yang Mucheng was stunned in his heart.

Notice.

To outsiders, the forger may only rely on brute force. But Yang Mucheng knows that the forging industry is actually as fine as embroidery. A longsword of the lower grade of the Yellow Rank had to be hammered by a forging master at least 3,600 times. The strength of each hammer must be even, and it cannot be separated by a fraction.

Even a yellow-level forging master like Lu gradually often fails. But this old man, after being picked off by someone, was able to create a Xuan-level mid-grade weapon, which is really terrifying!

"Emperor Yang, when I was alive, I asked him to forge a blade, but I postponed it for a while because of the retreat. Who would have thought that there would be a meeting today, but there is a gap between heaven and man. In order to repay you for saving the Xu family in danger, I will build a weapon for you!" Wu Guojian arched.

Yang Mucheng moved secretly.

When he fought against Xu Yefeng, the Silver Xingchen Sword had been blasted out of a large crack, if he didn't have this sword, he would have to use his bare hands again, I don't know if this old man can repair it? Thinking of this, he took out the Silver Xingchen Sword and said with a smile:

"Old Wu, do you see if you can repair this sword?"

When Wu Guojian saw the Silver Star Sword, his pupils suddenly closed, revealing a look of surprise. He quickly looked at it and shook his head.

"Weird, weird!"

"The forging technique of this sword is something I have never seen in my life. It can be described as ingenious and superb. ”

Yang Mucheng nodded secretly.

This sword was given to him by the system. Although it is a mid-grade weapon of the Xuan Rank, it is actually not ordinary.

When Yu Youjiao heard this, she immediately became anxious: "Old Wu, can't you repair this sword for Brother Mu Cheng?"

"It's a little difficult!" Wu Guojian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said: "The damage of this sword is quite serious, and at least one Xuan-rank mid-grade blade needs to be lost, so that it can be repaired." ”

Wu Guojian's face was embarrassed.

Xuan-rank blades are really rare in Stormwind City, who wants to lose a mid-grade Xuan-rank blade to repair this broken sword?

"How's this sword?"

Yang Mucheng smiled faintly and took out the Great Sun Flame Sword.

"Wu Jianyang's Great Sun Flame Sword! That's right, if you kill Wu Jianyang, you will naturally get his sword. Smelting this sword and adding it to this broken sword may be able to raise this broken sword to a new level!"

Wu Guojian nodded again and again.

......

Wu Guojian's residence is in an extremely inconspicuous courtyard in Stormwind City.

It's not like other forging places.

Before you even enter, you can feel the overwhelming heat. When Yang Mucheng came here, he even felt a hint of coldness. He came here this time, one is to see Wu Guojian's forging methods, if it is really good, it is okay to win him over.

"Emperor Yang, please!"

Step into the courtyard.

I saw that in the center of the courtyard was a half-human-high forging furnace, surrounded by various semi-finished products and finished blades. In the forge furnace, the flames were churning, but it seemed to be blocked by a barrier, and not a single heat could escape.

"Emperor Yang, you can rest for a while, it will only take half a day at most, and I will be able to repair it. ”

Wu Guojian walked to the forge and slapped his right hand.

Suddenly, a blue flame rose from the furnace, and he threw the Great Sun Flame Sword into the fire, constantly urging the flames. This fire, mixed with infinite internal strength, actually burned the Great Sun Flame Sword into a red juice.

Then, he took out the Silver Star Sword and threw it into the juice.

"Here we go!"

Wu Guojian picked up a half-human-high hammer. At this moment, his whole person's momentum changed suddenly, no longer like the bad old man who couldn't be found in the crowd before, but gave people a terrifying state that could not be ignored.

"This old man is exactly what I suspected, not ordinary. His former strength is even stronger than Xu Yefeng, maybe he is the Xuanye Grandmaster!"

"Such a Xuanye Grandmaster-level figure, who broke his tendons and tendons?"

Yang Mucheng was dark and gloomy.

Just when he was contemplating, he saw that Wu Guojian was already picking up the war hammer at this moment and smashing it towards the Silver Star Sword.

Crash~

In the next moment, the warhammer turned into a phantom, raining down on the Silver Star Sword. With each hammer, a huge burst of sparks erupted from the sword body, and the crisp sound was uniform and regular, without the slightest sense of chaos.

The juice smelted by the Great Sun Flame Sword was also blasted into the Silver Star Sword with each hammer. On the body of the sword, the broken lines also quickly melted under the continuous blows.

"This seems to be a martial art?"

Yang Mucheng's eyes narrowed, dark and gloomy.

He stared at Wu Guojian's hands and found that every time he made a move, he had an extremely regular technique. "If that's right, this should be a mid-grade martial art!"

In an instant, his eyes were like torches.

Wu Guojian's technique was slowed down by a hundred times, and under his eyes, he quickly decomposed one action after another, deeply invested in his mind, and then continued to evolve. In his mind, it was as if there was a villain being constantly rehearsing!

"I see!"

Until the moment Wu Guojian's forging ended, Yang Mucheng's eyes burst out with a thousand lights, and it was difficult to hide his excitement.

(End of chapter)