Nan Xin opened the door and said with a smile: "Grandpa asked me to take good care of you, and I don't dare to neglect you. Speaking of Brother Zhang, your pills are really useful. My brother can already get out of bed and move around. He was originally going to come
It’s up to you, but grandpa didn’t let him come. He said you like to be quiet, so just let me tell you.”
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "Those pills were given to me by my master, and I don't have many left."
"Brother Zhang, which sect is your master?" Nan Xin subconsciously asked.
Zhang Yifeng glanced at Nan Xin and said, "Your grandfather asked you to ask this question, right?"
"This..." Nan Xin was embarrassed at that time. This girl was a bit naive and couldn't tell lies.
"I told you that you don't know about my sect, so I won't tell you. By the way, I want to ask you why there is the sound of forging every day. It's not just the Nan family, there seems to be people forging in nearby sects and families.
." Zhang Yifeng asked the doubts in his heart.
After he finished speaking, Nan Xin looked puzzled and said: "Brother Zhang, don't you know why you are forging? Are you not from the Kunlun Mountains?"
"No." Zhang Yifeng did not deny it and nodded.
"Oh, I see. It seems you don't know our rich old man from the Kunlun Mountains."
"Mr. Rich? Is he strong?"
Nan Xin shook his head and said: "The rich man is not very strong in cultivation, but he is recognized as the strongest blacksmith in the Kunlun Mountains. The old man is over one hundred and twenty years old this year, alone, and is about to die of old age. At this time, Kunlun
Many people in the mountain range are thinking about the old man's blacksmithing skills, but unfortunately, the old man only said one sentence, no one in the entire Kunlun Mountains is qualified to inherit his blacksmithing skills."
When Zhang Yifeng heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up. Isn't blacksmithing what he lacks most now?
"Is this rich old man very good at forging? He actually said such a thing. There should be a four-star sect in the Kunlun Mountains, right?"
"Yes, but even the old man, a disciple of the Four-Star Sect, doesn't like it. He said that cultivating talent and forging are two different things."
"Is it so strict to recruit a disciple? His blacksmithing skills are very powerful?" Zhang Yifeng asked on the surface, but he was actually very interested in it, because only powerful blacksmithing techniques can catch his eye.
"Of course it's awesome. Even if the old man is making ordinary iron, he can also turn ordinary iron into steel."
The light in Zhang Yifeng's eyes is getting stronger and stronger. If he had good forging skills, the sword on his body would be better in grade and its appearance would not be so ugly.
Zhang Yifeng was silent for a moment, and then continued: "Since Mr. Fu said that no one is qualified to inherit his blacksmithing skills, why do these people still have to learn blacksmithing every day?"
"You don't know this. The rich old man couldn't stand so many people looking for him every day, so he stuck a sword outside the door and told everyone that whoever made an iron sword that could cut off his sword would be the best.
Qualified to step into his door."
"Did anyone succeed?"
"How is it possible to succeed? The old man's sword is made of fine iron. Let alone a sword made of ordinary iron that can't cut his sword. Even a sword made of fine iron is definitely not as sharp as the old man's."
"Then why do these people forge every day."
Nan Xin explained: "Brother Zhang, as the saying goes, ants eat elephants. Every day, many people use swords to chop at the old man's sword. Drops of water can penetrate stone. Hundreds of people are hacked at the old man's sword every day."
Now, who knows that one day the old man’s sword will be broken?”
Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng suddenly smiled and said: "It's interesting, can you take me to Mr. Fu's place to see it?"
"Brother Zhang, do you want to see the excitement? Okay, I'll take you there."
The place where Mr. Fu lives is not far away, just over a hill.
At this moment, a sword was placed about a hundred meters outside the rich man's house. The sword looked very ordinary, with the lower half stuck in the ground and only the upper half exposed.
When Zhang Yifeng came, there were several warriors standing around. These warriors seemed to belong to the same sect. They took the swords in their hands and slashed at the sword on the ground.
choke!
There was a muffled sound, and the sword broke. But it was not the sword on the ground that was broken, but the sword in the warrior's hand.
"Let's go, this can't be done."
"It still failed. I don't know when this sword will be cut off."
Several people picked up the broken sword on the ground and immediately turned around and left.
After they left, Zhang Yifeng approached the white sword on the ground. He took off a piece of hair and lightly touched the sword's edge. As soon as the hair touched the sword's edge, it immediately split into two pieces.
Zhang Yifeng flicked the sword again with his finger, and there was a crisp buzzing sound, and the sword roared like a tiger. It was indeed a precious sword.
"How about this sword? Isn't it a good sword?"
Nan Xin's voice came.
Zhang Yifeng nodded and said: "It's indeed good, but it's a pity that I will cut it off soon."
"Ah? Brother Zhang, what do you mean? Do you have a sword on you?"
"Have a handful."
As Zhang Yifeng spoke, an ugly-looking sword suddenly appeared in his hand. The material of this sword was uneven at all, and there were lumps in many places. It looked extremely ugly.
Nan Xin didn't know where Zhang Yifeng got the sword, but the look of the sword really made her want to laugh. She held back her smile and said, "Brother Zhang, isn't your sword made of iron?"
"no."
"Then it's useless if you cut off the old man's sword. The old man named him must be made of iron."
Zhang Yifeng smiled faintly and said calmly: "Don't you find it strange? Since the old man is your number one blacksmith, it is impossible for anyone to cut off his sword. Why does he still make such a request?"
Nan Xin was stunned, but she felt that what Brother Zhang said made sense.
"That's because Mr. Fu doesn't want to pass down the blacksmithing technique, or in other words, no one can catch his eye! In order to prevent you from annoying him, he simply created a problem that you can't solve. Even if someone accidentally cuts him off
His sword is only qualified to enter the house, and he did not say that he would get his true inheritance. Therefore, it does not matter whether I cut off his sword with an iron sword. What is important is whether I have the talent to learn his forging skills.
."
As soon as Zhang Yifeng's voice fell, the sword in his hand suddenly fell.
There happens to be no one around, so take advantage of this moment to cut off the old man's sword.
choke!
The two swords collided, making a sound like steel clashing. Zhang Yifeng's sword did not cut off the old man's sword, but only made a gap in the old man's sword.
Zhang Yifeng immediately gathered his spiritual energy and struck out with his sword again. This time, the white sword broke in response.
"This...god."
Nan Xin was stunned to see that the humble sword in Zhang Yifeng's hand was so powerful! How powerful is Brother Zhang's sect? Is it a five-star sect?
"Why are you so stunned? Let's go. Enter the house."
Zhang Yifeng picked up the broken sword on the ground and walked towards the mansion.
Nan Xin woke up from a dream and quickly followed.