Blacksmith's Worst Job? Qi Ling's Wife Expressed Dissatisfaction

Good guy.

The pigeon spirit made him wait for a day, but finally came today.

At this moment, the lord of Huanjianzong glanced at the room, and there was playfulness in her eyes.

"Unexpectedly, you actually live here with my junior sister."

Wang Yan coughed dryly.

Last night, the wind passed, and the old man wanted to bully him, what can he do?

Hey hey.

Wang Yan cheekily stretched out his hand: "Where is the thing I want?"

The master of the Illusory Sword Sect drew a circle in mid-air: "You still~ come with me.

Suzerain drew the portal freehand, there is something-!

Looking back at the window, Nangong Meng looked relaxed on the sofa, and fell asleep there defenselessly.

With a wave of his hand, he closed the curtains in the air.

Let her sleep peacefully.

Wang Yan got up and passed through the portal, and came to Tianshan Mountain with the master of Huanjianzong.

When he came here, he found a group of female disciples surrounding him.

hiss?

what?

With this posture, you won't want to kill people and seize treasures, will you?

【Wang Yan: Ethereal, prepare the teleportation formation in advance, let's run away at any time!】

【Ethereal: Good Master!】

I'm really afraid that these women will suddenly attack him cruelly.

But at this time, the suzerain wearing a veil smiled and said: "Don't worry, don't forget the bet between us."

Bet?

"Retrieve the fragments of the broken sword, but our bet is not yet complete. You need to repair the broken sword, have you forgotten?"

Hearing this, Wang Yan heaved a sigh of relief.

Is he going to let himself restore the broken sword under the witness of everyone?

OK!

Following the suzerain, she came to the gate of the Holy Land of the Illusory Sword Sect.

Raise the slender hand, and the palm is printed on the gate.

Rumble!

The runes on the stone gate lit up, and it looked like advanced formation runes, exquisite and prosperous.

Behind the stone gate is the front end of the broken sword.

finally!

Excited hearts, trembling hands!

The suzerain took out the broken sword and handed it to Wang Yan himself.

Outside.

The ten elders and female disciples stood up excitedly.

It was the sacred object of their Fantasy Sword Sect, but it was touched by a man!

Many female disciples clenched their fists, a little angry.

But they are all afraid of the suzerain and dare not make mistakes easily.

Wang Yan took the tip of the broken sword excitedly, he touched it, the texture, the material, tsk tsk tsk.

Witnessed by everyone, Wang Yan took out the hilt from the space ring.

And the piece on my pendant.

The three pieces fit together.

The suzerain narrowed his eyes, and the others also became nervous.

I saw Wang Yan raised his hands and summoned the Qi Ling to start repairing the broken sword.

Part of the fracture began to melt, and the three parts were spliced ​​together.

finally!

A complete and simple long sword appeared in front of everyone.

There is no gorgeous decoration, just an ordinary sword.

But, this is the real state.

Weapons are only for killing!

As soon as Wang Yan grasped the restored holy relic, all the female disciples of the Illusory Sword Sect exclaimed.

"It can really be repaired!"

"How can this be!"

"This...how should this be done! Our holy relic was actually obtained by him!"

In the entire Holy Land, all the female disciples panicked.

They were sure that Wang Yan would not be able to restore the sword.

This is the sacred relic used by Fairy Huanjian thousands of years ago. It is cold iron deep in the Tianshan Mountains, forged by pure Yin fire.

The fire of pure yin is a kind of rare fire.

Everyone in Yanghuo has seen too much.

The flames left behind include Sanwei Zhenhuo, Honglian's anger and so on.

But pure yin fire is very rare.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yan, a blacksmith, could melt the cold iron deep in the Tianshan Mountains and repair the sword.

While being shocked, some elders couldn't sit still.

"metropolitan!"

"Sect Master, this is the sword that belongs to our Illusory Sword Sect, do you really want to hand it over to him?"

"My lord!"

Several elders began to object.

But the suzerain was indifferent.

"Rules are rules. Wang Yan has found his other half, and he has received the inheritance from his patriarch. Why not?"

Faced with the opposition from the people below, the suzerain still intends to suppress the voice of opposition.

But the ten elders looked at each other.

Among them, nine elders stood up.

The one who didn't stand up was Elder Yan Zhen who was defeated by Wang Yan last time.

Only Elder Yan Zhen sat where she was, and the other nine elders joined forces to oppose it.

"Sovereign, if Wang Yan is a woman, we have no complaints!"

"But he's a man!"

"Man, how can you touch the holy relic of our Illusory Sword Sect!"

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control, Wang Yan didn't panic at all.

He raised his hand: "Everyone, I, Mr. Wang, want to say something.

The Great Elder's eyes turned cold: "Women talk, men go!"

"Yo, so fierce and domineering. Such a powerful official, Great Elder."

Wang Yan's eccentricity made her feel unhappy.

But the next moment, Wang Yan threw the sword into the air.

A purple-clothed fairy appeared out of thin air.

Imaginary Sword Fairy floated in mid-air, angrily scolded: "Rebel!"

Strengthen the majesty of level 8,170, although it is not as strong as in her heyday, but it is still blessed by holy relics after all.

With a yell, the group of elders who were about to take the lead in opposing were all suppressed.

The Holy Relic Artifact Spirit has stronger natural attributes.

There are also levels, which directly overwhelm them.

Wang Yan stood aside with a smile: "Come on, I would like to ask Fairy Huanjian to say a few words."

Magic Sword Fairy?!

The faces of the group of people changed dramatically, looking at the woman with a fairy air and silk fluttering in the wind.

It is indeed exactly the same as the patriarch in the portrait.

Everyone knelt down immediately, trembling and afraid to speak.

Fairy Huanjian was not angry, but looked around at these disciples and grandchildren.

"From now on, Illusion Sword Sect will be at the disposal of Wang Yan. Who dares to object?"

Let a man dispatch Illusion Sword Sect!?

But none of the elders dared to speak.

Floating in mid-air in front of him, the powerful purple-clothed woman was actually the manifestation of the patriarch.

What happened, they didn't know.

Is this patriarch resurrected?

Or did the spirit manifest?

It doesn't look like a spirit body, is it the resurrection of the flesh?

This... This patriarch from thousands of years ago can still jump out of the grave?

Wang Yan also felt that it was almost the same, he sneered: "I have no interest in Illusory Sword Sect, I have got the things, it's time to go!"

This group of nun-like female monks has nothing to talk about.

How about molesting a few young female disciples for fun? They are all old house girls who only know how to fight monsters and upgrade.

But before leaving, Wang Yan suddenly remembered something.

"Oh, by the way, the bet mentioned that if I restore the holy relic, nephew, you have to take off the veil and let me have a look?"

He looked back at the mysterious and unpredictable female suzerain.

She chuckled: "Okay."

As she spoke, she raised her hand and was surrounded by a fog.

In the mist, the Sovereign slowly lowered the veil.

That breathtakingly beautiful face, but Wang Yan always finds it familiar?

Where did you see this woman?

And it's the only way I've seen it recently...

Is it an illusion? Sovereign, it seems to be a bit like a person.

I always feel that she looks a bit like someone with that wicked smile on her face.

Can't remember who it was. .