Qing Shui didn't know that word about him as an arrogant, powerful and magical blacksmith was slowly spreading around the Nancheng area, especially the fact that Qing Shui had killed the Immortal Sword Sect's people.
Not long after Qing Shui opened the door, he found that many people came to his small blacksmith shop. Many people were staring at Qing Shui. Qing Shui was not afraid of looking. There were so many people. Even though many of them were not buying things, they could sell things. After all,
The big sign at the door is still very eye-catching.
"Mr. Blacksmith, look at how much you charge me for this?" A young man asked Qing Shui while holding a dark stone.
Qing Shui didn't know what metals they were, let alone their names, because Qing Shui discovered that the holy hands that healed and saved people also had another effect.
You can feel the internal structure of any object, and you can also feel the "spiritual power" contained in it. The higher the "spiritual power", the higher the value of the object will be. When feeling the value of an object, it is better than seeing the sky.
Better to use.
Qing Shui smiled and stretched out his hand to 'touch' this piece of pitch black metal, but unfortunately it was not a precious metal. It was much better than ordinary iron, but it was still more than one grade behind compared to the hundred-refined refined iron in his Purple Jade Wonderland.
"One hundred taels of silver!" Qing Shui looked at the young man and said a price. Qing Shui felt that it was about the same.
The young man was stunned for a moment and then said: "Okay, this is black iron, and the price is quite reasonable."
Qing Shui looked at the dark thing. The name "Black Iron" was indeed worthy of its name. He reached out to take the rough black iron stone and handed the young man a hundred taels of silver note.
Everyone saw that Qing Shui's purchase price was very expensive, because in other blacksmith shops, the price for a rough black iron stone of this size was at most eighty taels of silver.
"Do you really want to accept nothing?" A voice came into Qing Shui's hands.
Qing Shui saw that he was a refined man, in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, without any beard. His smile revealed a mouth full of white teeth, which made him feel particularly comfortable.
"Well, as it says on the sign, don't be afraid that I can't pay for it. I will exchange the particularly valuable items with something of equal value. Don't worry, you will never suffer a loss." Qing Shui's heart moved, and he smiled seriously.
said.
The refined man looked at Qing Shui for a while before nodding seriously, but said: "It's a pity that I don't have one. If I do, I will definitely ask you to change it."
"Hey, I thought there was something good in it, but it turned out to be empty talk!"
"If not, don't tell me!"
Qing Shui put the black iron stone away with a smile and continued to hammer the unhammered iron stone. Qing Shui did not expect that the weapons made by Hu You were sold only as a handful of defective products. Qing Shui looked at the blacksmith in shock.
All that was left in the shop was his own iron-toothed sword and an acquired sign.
This blacksmith shop has become a buying shop, but many people still come to experience the iron-toothed sword, and those who want to make counter-offers are declined by Qing Shui.
Within the Immortal Sword Sect!
"Sect Master, are we going to let this kid be arrogant? He humiliated me, the Immortal Sword Sect's people, in the street, and this time he even killed our Immortal Sword Sect disciples in the street." An old man with a white beard and a clear face turned to a middle-aged man with a red face.
said the man who looked like that.
The middle-aged man stood up from the purple Taishi chair. As his slender body stood up, a majestic and compelling aura spread out, and the sharp aura penetrated like a steel needle!
The purple star-and-moon robe sets off his noble aura, his eyes are bright and have a bit of vicissitudes of life, his nose and the aloof lip line make him feel that this man is very strange and particularly masculine.
The man who was called the sect master stood up and took two steps to look at the old man Qingyun: "Elder Ying, I know it's hard to have such a thing happen to your grandson. That kid is nothing to be afraid of, but behind him is the sea, the sea.
, do you know?”
That tone was full of helplessness and reluctance. As the head of a sect, he is a veritable leader in Nancheng. He is the top in Nancheng, but now the brat outside is showing off again and again.
This time, the Immortal Sword Sect lost face and lost two elders.
The loss of an elder is a trivial matter. Anyway, there is no shortage of these useless elders in the sect, but it is to provoke Canghai. The ancestors have repeatedly warned themselves that the man from the Canghai family must not be provoked.
Can move.
"Canghai? Is he the man who deposed Elder Feng and Elder Hu last time?" Old man Qingyun asked with her head half lowered.
"Yes, he is the person that our ancestors said we must not mess with. Not only was Elder Feng deposed last time, but he is no longer the elder of the Immortal Sword Sect, and his troublemaking grandson has been sent to "the ground"
"River Island"!" the vicissitudes of life in the middle-aged man said lightly.
Elder Ying couldn't help but tremble when he heard "Dihe Island", and then said weakly: "Are we just going to let this kid continue to be arrogant? Now the outside has begun to speak ill of our Immortal Sword Sect, and rumors are flying all over the sky."
"We don't have to control what other people say, but the people in the sect should control it. I know a little bit about what they are doing outside, and that kid can't live for a few days. If any of you dare to do it privately,
Go find him at your own risk." After saying this, the middle-aged man left this magnificent hall.
When Qingyun Elder Ying heard the middle-aged man's last words, he couldn't help but his heartbeat quickened rapidly, and the majestic aura exuding made him palpitate.
The middle-aged man with a strong aura, the leader of the Immortal Sword Sect, walked out of the luxurious hall, stood at the top of the high steps, and looked at the long steps leading to the ground below. The tall and straight body was not tall enough but exuded a sharp aura.
Like a green pine on a cliff.
He looked up at the blue sky, sighed slightly, and walked towards the ancestral hall at the back. He raised his foot with every step. When he was about to land, he quickly raised his other foot, and walked solidly on the ground several times in a row.
Taking a few steps, he walked at a very slow speed. It felt very weird, as if he was slow but actually he was fast!
Soon we arrived at the entrance of the ancestral hall. The ancestral hall is only slightly lower than the main hall of the Immortal Sword Sect. Everything here, including the houses and halls, are all black and gray. Apart from being solemn, it is dull!
As soon as the middle-aged man stepped into this solemn hall, he realized that it was not as small as he saw from the outside. It was very spacious inside, because as soon as he entered the ancestral hall, there was a staircase leading to the lower level.
The man walked slowly down the black stone steps, and the clear sound of footsteps spread so far!
It didn't take long to reach the underground, which wasn't very deep. When you stepped on the smooth black stone ground, the sound was very clear and distant! This is also the memorial hall of the Immortal Sword Sect, and inside are the portraits and sculptures of the ancestors of the Immortal Sword Sect.
"Ancestor!"
The middle-aged man shouted softly!
There was a moment of silence, and the middle-aged man stood there respectfully. After a long period of tea, a man slowly walked over.
It was an old man with a snow-white beard and hair, holding a golden crutch with a dragon head in his hand. He seemed to be walking slowly but evenly, silently. He was dressed in snow-white clothes and had a snow-white beard and hair. He looked quite charming.
The appearance of an outsider.
"Old Ancestor!" The middle-aged man threw himself at the old man's feet.
"Idiot, what's wrong?" The old man's turbid eyes were half-squinted, making it impossible to see his eyes. His slender eyebrows drooped softly. If it weren't for those uncomfortable-looking eyes,
The old man's eyes are similar to those of Baili Jingwei, like an immortal. Unfortunately, most people will feel palpitated when they see those eyes.
His voice is very kind!
"Old Ancestor, you are so idiotic and incompetent that you have ruined the reputation of the Immortal Sword Sect but there is nothing you can do about it. Please punish me, Old Ancestor."
"Get up, get up and talk!" The old man raised his hand slightly and pulled the middle-aged man up.
The middle-aged man told the story in detail, but he did not dare to deceive. He told the truth and told Qing Shui in a more hateful manner. After all, in mainland China, people help relatives but not gifts.
"Anyone involved in these matters, whether they are elders or ordinary disciples, including Elder Feng's disciples and others, will be thrown into Dihe Island." The old man said calmly.
The middle-aged man replied respectfully: "Some people listen to their ancestors!"
"Canghai, Canghai, I have tolerated you for thirty years. Although you are from the Heavenly Palace, don't you know that it is beyond your reach, let alone you..."
"Chier, go back, I will handle this matter."
The middle-aged man said goodbye and left the underground hall. The old man stood there for a long time, and his figure flashed at an outrageous speed.
Qing Shui shot two iron-toothed swords in one afternoon. This time, the additional attributes were similar to those of a bronze sword. One of the attributes in particular was even better, with strength increased by thirty and endurance increased by twenty!
The properties of the other iron-toothed sword are exactly the same as those of the bronze sword. Qing Shui is still very satisfied at the moment. After all, it is unknown whether it has any special skills, but the additional properties are already very abnormal. If
Qing Shui couldn't help but feel dazed when he thought about the additional attributes that could be added to the tens of thousands, especially the speed. However, Qing Shui really didn't know how many additional attributes could be added.
Qing Shui was stunned as soon as he entered the Purple Jade Fairyland at night. Qing Shui felt a little different. He looked around and it was still the same. But why did he feel that the Purple Jade Fairyland was a little different from the past? He felt it carefully.
The vitality in the Purple Jade Wonderland is obviously much stronger. The feeling is particularly obvious, and even the pieces of medicinal materials seem to become more vibrant.
Suddenly Qing Shui saw a "small tree" not far from the pool, about one meter tall and about the thickness of a thumb. It was just a small tree with a bright red flower as big as the mouth of a bowl blooming at the top, and a large flower on the root of the nameless tree.
The flowers are about the same size, but this blood-like flower exudes powerful vitality.
Qing Shui hurriedly ran to the stone tablet. Qing Shui now knew that whenever something new appeared, the stone tablet would have an explanation. When Qing Shui stood at the stone tablet, he saw at a glance the four eye-catching red letters among the black letters.