Long Yang has experienced this kind of thing a lot, and he knows what these people are thinking. If he were somewhere else at this moment, Long Yang would kill them immediately, but not here.
"If you dare to speak ill of others behind their backs in the future, you will be killed without mercy." Long Yang waved his hand.
"Thank you hero, we will leave now."
"Go." Long Yang waved his hand.
When the big men heard this, they quickly packed up and left.
After the big men left, Long Yang continued to answer questions at the table, drinking and eating food, completely ignoring the looks of the people around him.
"Who is this guy? He's so unfamiliar. I'm afraid he's not from here. There's no one like him around Sin City."
"Then why doesn't this guy leave after he beat up someone from the Black Knife Club?"
"I think this guy is probably a genius from that small place. After he came to Sin City, he still thought he was a genius, so he beat him and refused to leave."
"That's asking for death. Let's just watch the show. Black Knife, the president of the Black Knife Club, will handle it."
Everyone looked at Long Yang and speculated on how Black Knife would deal with the man in front of him who didn't look too old.
Soon, the big men from before came back again. They changed their bearish appearance. Behind him, there was a strong young man with a black sword hanging from his waist.
The big man saw Long Yang at a glance and hurriedly said to the young man behind him: "President, it's that boy."
The young man walked in slowly and looked at Long Yang from a distance.
"Is it him?" the young man asked suspiciously.
Long Yang had already listened to their conversation, his eyes fell on the young man, and then he stopped at the dark sword in the young man's hand, frowned slightly, and laughed.
"Yes, he was the one who struck us with lightning just now." The big men said.
"Trash, the person who threw the Black Sword Clan away." The young man shouted, he was the Black Sword Clan, the president of the Black Sword Clan.
After saying that, Black Sword walked directly towards Long Yang, walked to the table, and said angrily: "Are you bullying our Black Sword Club members?"
"Exactly." Long Yang took a sip of wine, wiped his mouth with satisfaction, and said.
Heidao was slightly stunned. He didn't expect the person in front of him to be so calm, as if nothing had happened. He was a little confused and didn't dare to face this young man. But it was because he was the Black Saber Club behind him.
People, this one must come out, otherwise these people will withdraw from the association, which will not be worth the loss. After all, the most indispensable thing in Sin City is power. He immediately turned fiercely and yelled: "Then you are looking for death!"
When Long Yang heard this, he didn't get angry. He smiled and took a long sip of wine. Then he looked like he was enjoying it, and then said: "If your knife is not repaired, I'm afraid it will be damaged."
Damn it, I see your seal is black, I guess you haven’t slept well these past few days, I’m afraid you’re worried about how to repair the knife in your hand.”
As soon as these words came out, everyone around was shocked. They never expected that the person who came to the door would actually speak like this. They knew what the knife in Heidao's hand was, the Dark Thunder Sword, Hei Dao's family heirloom.
When the big men heard this, they laughed at Long Yang's ignorance. The Dark Thunder Sword was obviously good, how could it be useless? They also knew that this sword was the president's treasure, and the president would not allow anyone to say bad things about this sword. They thought Long Yang would
He died miserably.
"President, teach this boy a lesson."
"yes."
At this moment, Heidao's eyes became more serious. He looked at the smiling young man in front of him and said in a very small voice: "How do you know?"
"Just look at your knife and you will know. There are slight cracks on the blade. It should be because it has not been maintained for a long time. Your knife can no longer withstand a fierce battle and will break when you use it." Long Yang continued.
Hearing this, Heidao's expression became even more grim: "Are you a weapon refiner?"
"That's right." Long Yang said.
"Then how do you think my knife should be repaired?" Heidao began to feel humble.
"This..." Long Yang started to play tricks on him. He was a person who held grudges, and he still remembered the way the black knife was attacking him just now.
"Master, help me, this is my family's heirloom. If it is broken, I will be ashamed of my ancestors." The black knife snapped, and he knelt on the ground, begging Long Yang.
Indeed, Black Sword has been thinking about how to repair Black Sword these days. There is no way. There are too few weapon refiners and they are precious.
Long Yang didn't want to embarrass Heidao, and said: "Although I am not a master, I do have ways to repair your sword."
"Really?" Black Blade's eyes flashed with hope.
"Yes." Long Yang replied with a smile.
"Master, as long as you can repair it, my black knife will work for you."
No one around him thought it would end like this, and they looked ugly at the moment.
Heidao looked at his younger brother and scolded angrily: "Come here to see the master. You have offended the master. You are really looking for death. You are not begging for mercy. You will be punished."
Weapon refiners are a very good profession. Although these big men have been little brothers all year round, they still have good eyesight. They hurried over, knelt on the ground, and shouted: "Master, don't be as familiar with us, let us go."
Long Yang really didn't want to have ordinary knowledge. After all, these things were nothing compared to his blood feud, and they couldn't make him angry.
"I can repair it for you." Long Yang said.
"Thank you so much, Master." Heidao knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
"Don't be like this." Long Yang quickly went to help him.
"Master, without further ado, let's leave quickly." Heidao said after being helped up.
"good."
And at this time, a man appeared from the crowd. He should be about thirty years old, short and fat, with all his hair falling out, and a black mole on the left side of his chin.
"Black knife, Master Yi said that for only ten million, this knife of yours can be repaired. Did you know? Master Yi has prepared the materials. As long as you bring the money, Master Yi will repair it immediately. Now you can find someone else."
If someone does it, are they looking down on Master Yi's craftsmanship?" The visitor said directly, his voice cold.
When Heidao saw the visitor's face turned ugly, he shook his head hurriedly, forced a smile, and said: "Master Yun, you are here too."
Master Yun is short, thick and fat. His full name is Yun Pang and his nickname is Yun Pang. He is very arrogant at the moment. When Heidao speaks, he turns his head to the side.
"Yes, of course I am here. It seems that you look down on Master Yi's craftsmanship by choosing this guy in front of you. Okay, I will go back and tell Master Yi that you should not come to Master Yi again in the future."
After Yunpang finished speaking, he was ready to leave.
Heidao was anxious. He knew that the money Master Yi wanted was high and he couldn't afford it. Although he hated it, he couldn't offend him. After all, offending Master Yi meant offending Sin City.
"Master Yun, there is some Qiankun Pill here, please accept it with a smile." Heidao took out a Qiankun bag and gave it to Yun Pang with a smile.
Yun Pang's desperate look changed in an instant. He took the Qiankun bag and said with a smile: "This is pretty much it."
After taking the Qiankun bag, Yunpang left with satisfaction.
Heidao breathed a long sigh of relief, walked to Long Yang and said, "Master, let's go."
Before, Long Yang heard all the conversations between Yun Pang and Hei Dao. He was very puzzled and said: "That Master Yi wants 10 million repair fees from you?"
"Yeah, I can't afford it, it's too expensive." Heidao said.
Long Yang frowned slightly, very confused. When it comes to repairing the Dark Thunder Sword, ten million is too much. The Dark Thunder Sword is a revered weapon, and it is definitely not worth five million Qiankun Pills. Master Yi wants so much money.
The heart is so dark.
"Master Yi is the most powerful weapon refiner in Sin City, so the price is high. Master is probably an outsider. You can consider opening an weapon refiner shop in Sin City. It should be very profitable." Heidao suggested.
Long Yang didn't say much, smiled, and followed Heidao to the Black Saber Association's territory.
At this moment, Yunpang had left the hotel with the Qiankun Bag and went to Qi Pavilion.
Qi Pavilion is Master Yi's territory.
"Master, Master, something big has happened." Yun Pang shouted anxiously.
Master Yi was sitting on the Grand Master's chair drinking tea at the moment. When he heard the sound, he jumped up from the chair in fright. When he saw Fatty Yun coming, he said angrily: "What are you going to do, kid? Do you want to scare me?"
"No, Master, there is really big news. Do you remember that last week, a man named Black Knife brought a dark thunder knife for you to repair?" Yun Pang said.
"Remember, what's wrong? He can't come up with 10 million, so I won't cultivate." Master Yi said.
"Oh, but today, a young man suddenly appeared. He said he could cultivate it, and Heidao agreed." Fatty Yun said anxiously.
"What?" Master Yi, who had just been lying on the Grand Master's chair, suddenly stood up and said in shock.
"I saw this with my own eyes. That young man is familiar to me, so he shouldn't be from Sin City." Fatty Yun continued.
"I know, you can go and leave this matter alone." Master Yi waved his hand.
Fatty Yun didn't dare to say anything and walked away, leaving Master Yi alone in the room.
"Impossible. How can someone repair a black knife that I can't repair? I don't believe it. I want to see what kind of person this person is. Come to my sinful city to rob my business and seek death." Master Yi said to himself.
Said to himself.
In fact, Master Yi couldn't repair the knife, but he didn't want to expose his strength, so he asked for a sky-high repair fee, creating an illusion and making everyone think that it wasn't that Master Yi couldn't repair it, but that he didn't have enough money.
He doesn't cultivate, and now, someone wants to destroy his place. This tone is absolutely intolerable.
The Black Knife Club is a simple force, with only a few houses at the helm, in the shape of a courtyard, with countless knives in the yard.
"Master, look at my dark thunder sword."
He found a table and placed the knife on it.
Long Yang didn't say anything nonsense, walked over, stretched out his hand to touch the knife, and released a burst of flame into it.
He was comprehending the sword. In fact, because Long Yang got the idea of the Shijue Huangquan sword, he could see the problem with the sword at a glance. He touched the sword just to pretend.
"The knife is old and needs to be repaired. It must be made of raw materials. Do you still have it?" Long Yang asked.
"No, the knife was passed down from my ancestors. If I don't know how they made it, I don't know the materials." Heidao shook his head.
"I see. Pass me the knife and let me take a look." Long Yang said.
The black knife was handed over, and Long Yang grabbed it in his hand, then released the knife and read it in. Suddenly, in Long Yang's eyes, the dark thunder knife was like a little girl without clothes, and he could see it at a glance.
"This material is really good..." Suddenly, Long Yang said in shock.