"Grandpa Rich."

Outside the rich old man's house, Nan Xin knocked on the door outside while screaming politely.

After a while, no one came out of it.

Nan Xin apologized to Zhang Yifeng: "Mr. Rich old man's ears are a little bad, let's go in and find him."

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

The door was locked, but this did not cause any trouble for the two warriors, and they climbed over the wall and entered.

What catches your eye is a large yard with a furnace and several forging tables.

It can be seen that when this yard was in its prime, there must have been many forgings.

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

"He's the rich old man?"

Even though Zhang Yifeng knew that Mr. Fu was a little old, Zhang Yifeng was still a little surprised when he saw Mr. Fu himself.

This is called a little old? I'm so old that I'm not so good!

The rich old man had white hair, wrinkled face, and his eyes were turbid. He was completely an old man in his twilight years. No wonder the group of warriors wanted to forge weapons so crazy, because he was afraid that the rich old man would die if he accidentally did not.

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

After Zhang Yifeng and Nan Xin came in, they did not speak, and the old man seemed to notice it, but looked at the forging platform and fell into deep thought.

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

As the sound fell, Zhang Yifeng turned his head and left.

"Ah Brother Zhang, let's leave like this?" Nan Xin was a little surprised. Didn't Zhang Yifeng come here to learn forging? Since it wasn't why he wanted to cut off Mr. Fu's sword, he also entered the yard.

Zhang Yifeng gave Nan Xin a blank look and said in a plain voice: "This old man is so old, I'm afraid he can't forge it anymore. His sword is easily cut off by me, and it may not be very powerful. It seems that he is just a person who seeks fame."

Zhang Yifeng spoke again, and after he finished speaking, he turned around and left resolutely.

But, just as he took a step, a furious voice came from behind him.

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

This sound naturally came from the rich old man. His voice was loud and he didn't look like an old man who was almost as rustic as the earth.

Zhang Yifeng's heart moved, but his expression did not change at all. He turned his head indifferently and saw the old man staring at him with excitement.

This old man, Nan Xin was calling him so hard outside just now, and he pretended not to hear it. Zhang Yifeng's words were not loud, but he could hear it clearly. It seemed that he was not deaf.

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

"Do you think my old man has deaf ears? You said I can't forge it!" the old man roared with a red face.

Zhang Yifeng quickly bowed and apologized: "Old sir, just treat me as ignorant and childish words."

"Ah? What did you say?" The old man put his hand on his ear, as if he hadn't heard what Zhang Yifeng said. He didn't know if he was really deaf or pretended to be deaf.

"Mr. Rich, Brother Zhang said he admires you." Nan Xin spoke loudly.

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

Although there are several forging tables in this yard, it is obvious that it has not been opened forged for a long time.

"Let's go." Zhang Yifeng saw that the old man didn't speak, and knew that the old man was a proud person, but he was also a proud person, so he never revealed his idea of ​​learning forging. In addition, Zhang Yifeng was also a little worried, worried that the old man could still turn on the furnace forging. If the thing was not practiced and the person was exhausted, Zhang Yifeng would be really guilty. Therefore, Zhang Yifeng still planned to leave.

However, before leaving, Zhang Yifeng threw the broken sword on the ground.

clang clang clang.

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

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

"Stop it!"

It was exactly the same as Zhang Yifeng expected, before he could leave the blacksmith shop, the rich old man called him.

Zhang Yifeng turned around and said lightly: "Mr. Rich man has something to do?"

The rich old man was waiting for Zhang Yifeng, blushed and said with a thick neck: "You cut off my sword?"

Zhang Yifeng said lightly: "You are sorry, I accidentally failed to receive the force and cut off the sword you finally made. I think it should be the best sword you can forge. What a pity."

"Fuck, that sword is just a sword I made casually." Old Master Fu has always been offered up in Kunlun Mountains. Even the four-star sects have to look at his expression. This is the first time he has seen someone like Zhang Yifeng who looks down on him. He took a deep breath and the old man said again, "What sword do you use?"

"Just ordinary sword, no, if you want to see it, take it and take it."

Zhang Yifeng threw the magic weapon and sword out casually.

When Mr. Fu took the magic weapon and sword, he was disdainful at first sight. Is this nun also called a sword? This ugly appearance simply defiles the word "Sword"! Just as he was about to mock Zhang Yifeng for a few words, Mr. Fu's pupils shrank, and he had never seen the material of this sword before.

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

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

There was a sniffle. Huatai was cut in half by the sword in his hand. This sword was really sharp.

"It's waste of natural resources, it's waste of natural resources!"

After careful investigation, the old man kept sighing. He was holding Zhang Yifeng's sword, 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? Is there any problem?"

"You created it? Little baby, if I were given this thing, I could create a magic weapon."

"Divine weapon? Is it exaggerated? Moreover, your body..." Zhang Yifeng looked disbelieving.

"Little baby, do you dislike me for being too old and can't swing the forging hammer?" The old man spoke angrily.

Zhang Yifeng was about to say no, but Old Master Fu waved his hand and spoke again.

"Little baby, I, Fuzhitu, started learning the forging technique at the age of five. Now, one hundred and ten years have passed, but I can no longer swing the hammer."

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

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

"Do you know why I'm not willing to die?" Old Master Fu suddenly raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, "That's because I can't bear to bring my forging technique into the pit!"

Mr. Rich old man's words made Zhang Yifeng frown slightly. Since he couldn't bear to take it into the pit, why not teach others?
Chapter completed!