Global Adventure: The Strongest Anchor In History

While he was hospitalized, Ye Xing once posted a video update saying that he was safe and sound.

Unexpectedly, this news was directly promoted to the hot search.

Millions of likes,

Hundreds of thousands of comments.

The popularity is increasing instead of decreasing.

Ye Xing took out the [mobile phone that can communicate everywhere] and restarted the live broadcast.

And used the virtual projection function.

An enlarged picture of the live broadcast room appeared in the space in front of him, which was very clear.

"The anchor you are following is live broadcasting, go and have a look~"

Countless netizens’ mobile phones received platform system prompts at the same time.

They rushed in immediately and squeezed into the live broadcast room.

【Wow! It's the anchor, alive! 】

【Ye Qing is back! 】

[Waiting for you until my heart breaks~ The stars will accompany me drunkenly tonight~ Just like sympathizing with my emptiness~]

[We are the heroes of light~We are adventure warriors~We are the nemesis of shadow~]

[I don’t know what to say, just be awesome! 】

[You don’t know how worried people are about you. If you hadn’t posted the news, everyone would have crowdfunded you to buy a cemetery! 】

【What happened that night? I heard there was a big explosion in the Canyon of the Dead. Is Dr. Lin dead? 】

[Has the anchor dyed her hair? It seems a bit white? ? ? 】

.........

The outpouring of concern from fans is like the sunshine in July, warming our hearts.

"Dr. Lin and I both farted. He injured me and I killed him, hehe."

The real pain is beyond words.

And enduring pain is a compulsory course for an adult.

Only children who are hurt will cry to others.

Frustration and suffering kill the weak,

But it can also nourish the strong and make them stronger!

Ye Xing falls into the latter category.

He shook off his semi-long hair that was slightly gray due to overdraft of life, and said with a smile: "This is the most fashionable grandma gray. Only a handsome person like me can wear it."

[Characters with gray hair in TV series or anime are very awesome, such as Kakashi, Wei Zhuang, Gintoki, Sesshomaru, Kaneki Ken, Pleasant Goat, Samoyed and the like. 】

[It seems like something strange has been mixed in? 】

[Is it because the dye is too expensive that I only dyed my hair partially? 】

[The anchor’s eyes seem to have become gentler and sharper (cooler)! 】

[Is it serious that Dr. Lin was killed by fart explosion? Always feel like you are hiding something? 】

[How Dr. Lin died is not important. Since the anchor doesn’t want to say it, then he won’t say it. The most important thing is that others can come back safely (ღ( ´･ᴗ･` ) compare your feelings)! 】

[What are your plans next? I asked in a low voice. Are you still taking risks? 】

"That must happen."

"If I die one day, it will be on the road."

"Before I officially set off, I have to build a weapon."

After Ye Xing greeted the fans,

I took Lin Yue'er by car to a blacksmith shop called 'Thousands of Hammers'.

This blacksmith shop has been passed down for hundreds of years. In terms of the long history of blacksmithing, no one in Baodao can match it.

There is only one old master named Zhang Jiuyong here.

He was muscular and as red as Guan Gong.

He's an eccentric old guy.

"Master Zhang, we are here."

After Ye Xing got out of the car, he saw Zhang Jiuyong who was about to go out.

"We agreed on three o'clock in the afternoon, but why did you come at two-thirty? It's too unpunctual, isn't it?"

"I hate people who don't keep their promises. Come back tomorrow."

Zhang Jiuyong, who was dressed in a flashy dress, looked like he was going somewhere to have fun, so he found an excuse to send Ye Xing away.

"I don't plan to trouble you. As long as you lend me the venue, the price will remain the same."

Ye Xing carried a bag full of materials and put his mobile phone on the drone.

"What do you mean? You want to fight yourself?"

Zhang Jiuyong stopped and picked his nose.

"That's right, I want to build a unique weapon with my own hands!"

Ye Xing's plain words were full of proud confidence.

"A unique weapon? Do you want to laugh my old teeth off?"

Zhang Jiuyong didn't take it seriously, and opened the door of the sports car to himself, muttering: "What age are we in, and there are still peerless weapons, and today's young people..."

Before he finished speaking, his expression suddenly changed drastically.

Under his surprised gaze, Ye Xing took out the top-quality materials that he had put in his backpack.

"Damn it, is this a raccoon staff?!"

"Damn it, isn't this a diamond meteorite?"

"Damn you, there's actually dragon energy hidden in this tendon!"

"Where did you get all these treasures?!!"

Zhang Jiuyong was very excited, and his eyes were so vicious that Ye Xing couldn't help but look sideways.

This old Cai Bangzi is a hidden master.

"Come in, come in!"

Changed his previous lazy and rogue appearance,

Zhang Jiuyong diligently invited Ye Xing and Lin Yuer in.

The place where he works looks very shabby from the outside.

But it's neat inside.

The interior is semi-open-air.

The walls are covered with a variety of finished cold weapons.

The space inside is neither big nor small, everything is available.

"I have lived for so many years and have seen a lot of rare materials, but top-notch things like these are rare in my life."

"You're such a fucking talent!"

"Just ask for any weapons you want to make. I won't charge you any money this time. I'll help you make them for free!"

For a caster, it is their long-cherished wish to be able to create famous vessels with their own hands.

Zhang Jiuyong took off his gorgeous clothes and put on tattered work clothes. He was flexing his exaggerated muscles and was eager to try.

Ye Xing waved his hand and said: "No need, if you don't mind, you can help."

Zhang Jiuyong said in shock and anger: "What a crazy boy, how dare you let me strike? Do you doubt my casting skills or do you trust yourself too blindly?"

Ye Xing replied calmly: "Master Zhang's casting skills are naturally excellent, but he is still a little short of perfection. This is the gap."

Zhang Jiuyong hummed: "Apart from Ou Yezi and the level of master forging weapons like General Mo Xie, how many people in this world dare to call them perfect?"

Ye Xing pointed at himself: "Me!"

[As soon as the anchor got off the hospital bed, did he start showing off again? 】

[I know this Master Zhang. He is very famous in the industry. I heard that the minimum starting price for making a weapon is one million, and only nine weapons are made a year. 】

[Damn it, how much money can you make as a blacksmith? My carpenter only makes three hundred a day, and I’m so exhausted that I need to change my career! 】

【three hundred? I only have 200 as a bricklayer, so let’s not talk about it, let’s go to blacksmithing! 】

[Stop making trouble, I am a great master among casters, can I be the same as you? 】

[It is said that Master Zhang has no children. I am sensible and have already bought a plane ticket to recognize my father, but it is ridiculous that you are still chattering. 】

"Okay! I want to see if your abilities are as good as your mouth!"

Although Zhang Jiuyong has a hot temper, he is not stupid.

Since Ye Xing can get such awesome materials, he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Said he could cast Zhang Jiuyong's letter.

Zhang Jiuyong wouldn't believe it even if he said he could produce a perfect weapon.

"Forging artifacts requires divine fire. I heard that you have a strange fire here that will last for a hundred years?"

Ye Xing asked with interest.

"Yes, but the temperature is too high for most people to handle. I can only use it once every 45 days, not today."

Zhang Jiuyong waved his hand.

Ye Xing grabbed the red soldering iron stuck in the flame with one hand, used it to perm his hair, and said invisibly, "Maybe I can control it."

Seeing that the high temperature of several hundred degrees could not cause any harm to Ye Xing.

Zhang Jiuyong's eyes changed again and again: "Good boy, just wait..."

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