Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

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. Brother Zhang, your pills are really useful. My brother can already get out of bed and move around. Originally, he was coming to see you." It's yours, but grandpa didn't let him come, saying that you like peace and 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 asked subconsciously.

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 innocent and couldn't tell lies.

"I told you that you don't know 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. Not only the Nan family, but also nearby sects and families seem to have people forging. ." 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, then 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."

Zhang Yifeng's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard this. 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."

"So strict in recruiting disciples? Is his forging technique very powerful?" Zhang Yifeng asked on the surface, but he was actually very interested in it, because only powerful forging 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. He inserted a sword directly outside the door and told everyone that whoever forged 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 cannot 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 their 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." This time, who knew that one day the old man’s sword would be broken?”

Zhang Yifeng suddenly smiled when he heard this and said, "It's interesting. Can you take me to Mr. Fu's place?"

"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 wasn't the sword on the ground that was broken, but the sword in the warrior's hand that was broken.

"Come on, there's no way this can 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 with his finger again, and there was a crisp buzzing sound, and the sword roared like a tiger. A sword indeed.

"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 me 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 complete. 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. .”

Just 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, causing 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 dazed? Let's go. Enter the house."

Zhang Yifeng picked up the broken sword on the ground and walked towards the mansion.

Nan Xin just woke up from a dream and quickly followed.