First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 36: The angry old man

Aside from being the son of the patriarch Wen Changjing.

As a leader of the younger generation of the Wen family, Wen Jueyuan is also proud of himself.

At the age of nine, he entered Songyun Sword House to practice cultivation and became a well-known figure in Songyun Academy, a young wizard.

At the age of thirteen, he successfully became a disciple of the outer sect of Qinghe Sword House.

In just four years, he was selected as a disciple of the Qinghe Sword House's inner sect, ranking among the best.

Up to now, the cultivation base has reached the fourth level of "bone refining" in the blood-moving realm.

This kind of martial arts achievement, placed in Guangling City, is enough to make some big men sigh!

How could someone like this look down on a son-in-law like Su Yi?

He doesn't even care about a domineering young master like Huang Qianjun.

"A pair of fox and dog friends? This is a wonderful description!"

Wen Shaobei and others followed suit and laughed.

With Wen Jueyuan's support, even in front of the Huang family's sword-casting workshop, they are not afraid of Huang Qianjun.

"Wen Jueyuan, who are you scolding?"

Huang Qianjun was furious and his eyes were violent.

"What, am I wrong?"

Wen Jueyuan looked indifferent, "In Guangling City, who doesn't know that you are a scoundrel who does no evil? Who doesn't know that Su Yi is the son-in-law who is ridiculed by everyone?"

"You..."

Huang Qianjun's eyes were red.

Wen Jueyuan laughed and said, "In half a month, the 'Dragon Gate Banquet' will kick off, and I will also attend it at that time. You, Young Master Huang, are really capable. How am I knowledgeable?"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar nearby.

"It's over, people like Wen Jueyuan actually want to attend the Dragon Gate banquet, how can we still have a chance to show off?"

"Don't be discouraged, let's do well. As for the first place... only people like Wen Jueyuan are qualified to win."

Those young men and women who were queuing up to buy weapons were in a commotion, and they were all talking about it, and the topic was all about Wen Jueyuan alone.

They all have a feeling that the title of No. 1 at the Dragon Gate Banquet will most likely fall on Wen Jueyuan!

This shows how well-known Wen Jueyuan is in the younger generation of Guangling City.

Such a scene also made Wen Shaobei and other children of the Wen family feel light on their faces, with their chests raised and their heads held high, with pride.

Huang Qianjun's complexion was pale and unpredictable.

But before he could speak, Wen Jueyuan casually said:

"Don't talk nonsense, see you at the Dragon Gate Banquet!"

After all, he led the Wen family away.

As for Su Yi, he was completely ignored by Wen Jueyuan, and he didn't even bother to argue with a useless person.

Once this is done, others will only laugh at him as Wen Jueyuan for bullying the weak.

Besides, what is the sense of accomplishment for bullying a son-in-law?

Watching Wen Jueyuan and his party leave, Huang Qianjun clenched his fists tightly, his lips pursed, his face ashen and ugly.

"Is it hard?"

Su Yi glanced at the dandy young master.

Huang Qianjun took a deep breath and nodded.

Suddenly he reacted suddenly and said: "Brother Su, you... what do you think? You're not angry at all?"

He was very puzzled. Back then, in Juxian Tower, Su Yi easily defeated all the servants around him.

That kind of martial arts power is by no means ordinary!

What's more, Su Yi's network of contacts can make his father Huang Yunchong completely bow his head to admit defeat.

Under such circumstances, how could Su Yi just forget about it?

Su Yi said casually, "It's just the clamor of a little ant. If it makes me angry, I'll look at him highly. Unfortunately, he doesn't deserve it."

Huang Qianjun was stunned, obviously unable to understand.

Su Yi was too lazy to explain.

But there is one thing he didn't say. Anyone who is hostile to him, no matter who it is, will not end well.

This little episode soon passed.

Inside the Swordsmith.

In front of a raging fire.

Under the leadership of Huang Qianjun, Su Yi successfully met the famous swordsmith "Wang Tianyang" in Guangling City.

Wang Tianyang has sparse hair, almost bald, thin and lean, with bronzed skin. He holds a giant hammer and is hammering a fiery red sword embryo.

Sparks are everywhere, filling the room with light.

"Master, my friend is here, can you please help me to make a sword?"

Huang Qianjun stood on one side, his posture was very low, and he smiled and cupped his hands.

Wang Tianyang ignored it, and beat the sword embryo to himself, making a thud, and the sparks almost splashed on Huang Qianjun's body.

The ignored Huang Qianjun smiled awkwardly and whispered to Su Yi, "Brother Su, Lao Wang's temper is like this, don't mind."

Su Yi said: "Let him be busy first, and you take me to see the iron materials needed for sword making."

Huang Qianjun nodded quickly.

There is naturally no shortage of materials for forging swords in the swordsmith workshop, and there are also some precious and rare things.

After reading all these materials, Su Yi couldn't help falling into silence.

Even those precious refining materials are almost all of ordinary quality.

"Brother Su is not satisfied? This is already the best sword-casting workshop in Guangling City. If there is no suitable one, maybe you can only go to Yunhe County City to find a better one."

Huang Qianjun explained.

Su Yi was noncommittal and said: "You prepare, I want to buy 30 catties of Qingguang cold iron, 1 catty of Chiyang copper powder, and 5 catties of Xuanbing purified water..."

More than ten materials were reported.

There are precious things, and there are ordinary things.

Huang Qianjun wrote them down one by one, and instructed the servant at the Sword Casting Workshop to start preparing.

And he took Su Yi back the same way and came back to the place where Wang Tianyang was.

Wang Tianyang has finished his work and is resting in a rattan chair, with a servant standing next to him serving tea and pouring water.

"Old man..."

As soon as Huang Qianjun spoke this time, Wang Tianyang interrupted, "This old man has already made a sword today, and it takes a lot of energy. Come back in three days."

Speaking, he picked up the tea cup and sipped it leisurely.

Huang Qianjun's face was cloudy for a while, Su Yi was personally invited by him!

But he was rejected on his own site, which made him lose face?

He took a deep breath and said, "Old man, my father can say it, but everything about Brother Su will be done immediately, you..."

Wang Tianyang interrupted again and said displeasedly: "Then let your father make swords for him, I don't have time to serve your brother Su."

He clearly saw that Su Yi was right next to him, but his words were not polite at all. Even if Huang Qianjun had moved out of Huang Yunchong, he didn't care at all. The shelf was not so big.

"Master, the refining materials are ready."

At this time, a group of servants came carrying a huge box.

Seeing this, Wang Tianyang was the first to get angry and shouted: "Who asked you to bring the materials? Lao Tzu has been refining swords for half a month, and he planned to take a good rest and go to a brothel in the city. Happily, all of you heartless people are looking for trouble for Lao Tzu! Move them all back to me!"

He got angry, got up from the rattan chair, and dropped the teacup in his hand.

"The co-author is in a hurry to go to the brothel..."

Huang Qianjun suddenly realized that it was really uncomfortable to hold back for half a month with the old man's sturdy body.

Suddenly, he had a bold idea in his heart, should he give the word "挊" to the old man to solve the urgent need first?

"Wait."

Seeing that the little servants were going to bring the materials back again, Su Yi said, "I don't plan to use other people's hands to help me with this sword casting."

Huang Qianjun and Wang Tianyang were taken aback.

"Can I use this furnace?"

Su Yi looked at the stove not far away.

Huang Qianjun hurriedly said: "Of course, but... Brother Su, are you planning to make a sword yourself?"

Su Yi nodded: "Not bad."

As a sword cultivator, only the sword that you have forged is the most suitable for you, and you can let your swordsmanship be brought out incisively and vividly.

"Yo, so you're here to spoil the game?"

Wang Tianyang sneered, with disdain in his eyes.

A young boy who is still young, intends to forge a sword in front of him, this is too provocative.

"Master, don't misunderstand me, my brother Su may have such thoughts, he just..."

In the end, Huang Qianjun didn't know how to explain it.

He really didn't know beforehand that Su Yi was actually thinking of making a sword by himself.

Like a fighting rooster, Wang Tianyang was inspired to compete and said loudly:

"I don't need to explain, since all the provocations came to the door, how could the old man Wang Tianyang not express it? If so, if it spreads out, all the warriors in Guangling City must think that I am afraid of him!"

Speaking, he pointed to the stove next to him, stared at Su Yi, and said proudly, "You can use this stove as you like, do you need anything else, this old man will satisfy you, what ability do you have, you can use it as much as you like? !”

Su Yi thought for a while and said, "The fire is not strong enough, how is your fire-fighting skill?"

Hearing this request, Wang Tianyang couldn't help being stunned for a while, then he pointed to his nose after a while, and said with an incredulous look:

"You... plan to use me... as a fireman?!"

The atmosphere suddenly subsided.

All the servants present gasped, seeing that Mr. Wang Tianyang was a little angry.

Huang Qianjun was in a hurry. Just as he was about to speak out to ease the atmosphere, he saw Su Yi nodded naturally~IndoMTL.com~ said:

"Since you are the best at casting swords in Guangling City, you must also have the strongest control over the fire. You are the one to set the fire, and when I cast the sword, there shouldn't be any mistakes."

Huang Qianjun was dumbfounded. The dignified generation of swordsmiths was used by Brother Su as a fire maker... What is this called?

Looking at Wang Tianyang again, his chest heaved violently with anger, and his bronze-colored cheeks were flushed a lot, and he was obviously completely provoked.

"Master, don't be angry." Huang Qianjun quickly comforted him.

Wang Tianyang gritted his teeth and waved his hand violently: "Go away, this old man has been casting swords for 40 years, and I have never seen any strong winds and waves. It's just a few provocations, but I can't help it!"

"Isn't it just burning fire? Yes, the old man promises!"

Speaking, he looked at the little servants and ordered, "Go, let the swordsmiths in the workshop stop their work, come over with this old man, and see the ability of this provocateur! "

Huang Qianjun secretly shouted that it was bad, Wang Tianyang was planning to make things worse!

But when I saw Su Yi's indifferent and calm expression, I couldn't help but move in my heart. I remembered the scenes when Su Yi showed his medical skills in Xinghuang Medical Center yesterday.

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ps: Thanks to the bandit brother, Lianxin sister paper, etc. for the monthly reward of children's shoes ~ plus more to send~~