Sword Dao Alchemy

"Boy! Dare to bet with me! You're doomed to lose." The prince of Beiyuan County smiled proudly at Lin Yun, but although his words were arrogant, his voice was still small.

So, listening to the arrogant words of this small voice, it felt very funny.

But the prince of Beiyuan County was not embarrassed at all, and walked to a dazzling sword perched high on the rockery with his head held high.

This sword is called Qiu Shui Yiren.

First, he knelt down respectfully and bowed three times to the Qiu Shui Yiren sword, and then very piously took out a piece of iron with strange brilliance.

He held the iron block in both hands, raised it above his head, and dedicated it to the Qiu Shui Yiren he liked.

"It's actually Han Guang Xuan Zhen Iron!"

Among the onlookers, there were also people who knew the goods and exclaimed.

Han Guang Xuan Zhen Iron is extremely precious. Even this small piece of walnut size is worth more than tens of millions of taels of gold.

It is a material that can only be used to forge the Martial Emperor Soldier.

I didn't expect that the prince of Beiyuan County would make such a big move, using a piece of cold light and precious iron worth tens of millions of taels of gold to attract the attention of the famous sword.

"He has a mine at home, which is beyond our reach."

People sighed secretly. Although Beiyuan County is small, it is a well-known ore producing area in the emperor, so it is not surprising that the prince of Beiyuan County can take it out.

For a while, everyone who was lingering in Jianmei Pavilion rushed over to see if the prince of Beiyuan County could succeed.

"Tsk! This is the way to ask for a sword! What a slave." Lin Yun sneered.

The prince of Beiyuan County was angry, but he didn't dare to fight back, for fear of interfering with his pious sword-seeking ceremony.

"Sizzle!"

A ray of light burst out from Qiu Shui Yiren, shooting at the cold light and precious iron held in the hands of the prince of Beiyuan County.

"Wow!"

The cold light and precious iron burst out with dazzling light, obviously reacting to the famous sword Qiu Shui Yiren.

The Prince of Beiyuan County was very excited, but he could only suppress it desperately. He was afraid that his disrespectful behavior would make all his efforts go to waste.

The onlookers didn't care about this and shouted.

"Ah! I didn't expect Qiu Shui Yiren to move..."

"Ah! He actually has such a wonderful method. I would have done the same if I had known..."

"Tsk! If you do that, can you get such precious materials?"

"For Qiu Shui Yiren, I am willing to cut my flesh, not to mention a piece of material..."

...

People shouted, although the voice was not very loud, but the excitement and annoyance were revealed.

"I say, Prince of Beiyuan County, seeing your excited butt twisting left and right, it's really disgusting. You haven't got it yet, let's talk about it after you get it." Lin Yun laughed.

The Prince of Beiyuan County felt itchy in his heart, but he didn't dare to fight back. He could only stick his butt up high and kowtow to Qiu Shui Yiren.

"Buzz buzz buzz~~~"

Qiu Shui Yiren seemed to be moved by his sincerity and suddenly shook violently.

Seeing Qiu Shui Yiren's performance, Prince Beiyuan was very excited and knocked his head harder and harder, and his forehead was bleeding.

The people watching around were also amazed and shouted.

"What a great sword! It belongs to someone else just like this."

"It turns out that this sword is also greedy and likes rich people..."

"Tsk! I think the little guy who bet with him is right. He just hired a sword grandfather..."

...

"Swoosh!"

While people were discussing fiercely, the piece of cold light Xuanzhen iron held by Prince Beiyuan suddenly flew up and hit the sword of Qiu Shui Yiren, turning into molten iron. In a blink of an eye, the essence of it was plundered by Qiu Shui Yiren, leaving only some gray iron slag falling down.

Then, Qiu Shui Yiren calmed down, as quiet as autumn water, as if everything before was just an illusion.

The excitement in Prince Beiyuan's heart turned into cold water in a blink of an eye.

Suddenly, he rushed towards Qiushui Yiren frantically.

"You took my things, why don't you come to my hand?"

He asked angrily, and rushed to the rockery, trying to forcibly pull Qiushui Yiren out of the place where she was stuck.

"Swish!"

Qiushui Yiren's light flashed again, and it quickly crossed the arm of the Prince of Beiyuan County.

"Ah!"

The Prince of Beiyuan County screamed and fell from the rockery. A foot-long cut appeared on his arm that stretched out to draw the sword.

Although it was not deep enough, it was painful enough.

The injury was not light or heavy.

Everyone understood that if the Prince of Beiyuan had not donated the cold light and black precious iron, he would not have been injured so lightly at this time, and he might have lost half his life here.

Taking the sword by such a forceful plundering method is the biggest taboo here.

Therefore, Qiushui Yiren has given him a lot of face.

Taking a piece of cold light and black precious iron from you is already giving you face. If you have other improper thoughts, you can only ask for trouble.

Because the Prince of Beiyuan County was not worthy of Qiu Shui Yiren.

"If you only have the mentality of a slave, you can't take a sword away from here." Lin Yun's ridicule reached the ears of the Prince of Beiyuan County in time.

The Prince of Beiyuan County's painful face became more distorted because of Lin Yun's words, because he could not win this bet after all.

But... he was absolutely unwilling to lose to an unknown boy.

So, he immediately smoothed his distorted face, and the followers around him took out the wound medicine and applied it to his wound, which relieved his pain a lot.

He also showed a contemptuous expression and looked at Lin Yun, sneering: "You said it as if you could take a sword away from here."

"It's easy for me to take a sword away." Lin Yun smiled faintly with a special meaning.

He knew that this stupid guy was going to pit himself again.

"Okay! Anyway, I didn't get the sword, so our bet is basically a tie. But now you say that, I'm very dissatisfied, so I want to increase the stakes a little bit."

The prince of Beiyuan said, and his eyes full of contempt swept towards Lin Yun mercilessly.

"Sure! You can add as much as you want." Lin Yun smiled.

"Boy! You are arrogant!" The prince of Beiyuan sneered. He felt that Lin Yun was just bluffing at this time.

So, he was very brave and smiled contemptuously: "I won't add any property or anything like that, that thing is vulgar."

There was nothing wrong with what he said. His family had a mine, so naturally, he didn't value money.

What he wanted was his own face and the comfort of others bowing to him.

"So, if you can't take a famous sword, then you just need to kowtow to me three more times and then get out."

"Okay! I understand. Your head... is kowtowed." Lin Yun sneered.

Then, he took a few steps forward and walked to the center surrounded by swords.

He secretly used his dark heart eye to diffuse his sword will, entangled with all the famous swords here, and suppressed their sword hearts.

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