The Dragon from Hell

That night, Qin Feng and Nan Hexuan left first, leaving Dong Gongya in the room to chat with the senior named Fengyu. No one knew what they talked about, but when Dong Gongya came back the next day, she looked radiant even though she hadn't slept all night.

Even when Qin Feng asked, she just turned her head away proudly: "Hey, Old Qin, don't ask about the secrets between us women, as a man."

Seeing that she was unwilling to say, Qin Feng didn't force her.

But seeing that she had gained something in Taohuayuan, Qin Feng was happy for her.

If we say who has gained the least among the three, it should be Nan Hexuan.

The place they are going to today is the last place mentioned by the old woman, which should be the blacksmith shop mentioned by Nan Hexuan.

But they didn't expect that when they set out, the old man mentioned by Nan Hexuan actually had an argument with someone, and both sides argued red in the face, and neither of them gave in.

This is quite rare in Taohuayuan. After all, the people here are warm and hospitable, and every household lives and works in peace and contentment. With less pressure, there is naturally less resentment.

Even though Old Sun knew that Old Li was cheating before, he was so angry that he rolled up his sleeves, but he didn't really fight.

But now these two people are about to fight.

One of them is naturally the owner of the blacksmith shop, the old man mentioned by Nan Hexuan.

The other one is tall and strong, with a body of tendons that can be seen from years of exercise. Just looking at the height, he is more than nine feet.

Just looking at the comparison of the two people's body shapes, if the strong man punches down, the old man will definitely not be able to bear it.

But even so, the neighbors around just laughed and watched the show, and few people went up to persuade them to stop fighting.

The kind-hearted Donggong Ya naturally would not watch the old man being beaten, and hurried over in three or two steps: "Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Why can't we talk about it in a nice way? Why do you have to hit an old man?"

As soon as she made a move, the strong man still let the old man go, but he looked so angry that his face was red and his neck was thick.

The old man was very calm. After being released, he took his pipe and took two puffs.

Qin Feng glanced at the old man and happened to meet his eyes. The other party seemed to be completely uninterested in him. He just glanced at each other and then looked away, staring into the distance and began to be dazed, as if the quarrel just now had nothing to do with him.

"This big brother, can't we talk about it in a nice way? Why do we have to fight?" Donggong Ya finally persuaded the man to leave and asked what happened.

The strong man recognized that they were the guests who came to the island for the past two days, and seeing that Donggong Ya was a beautiful and watery girl, the girl just wanted to talk, and the strong man's anger subsided a lot.

He pointed to a sword on the stove outside and said, "I'm going out to sea in two days, and I want old man Ding to make me a handy weapon. Look what he made for me!"

The three turned around and saw a long sword on the stove.

This long sword should be the weapon that old man Ding made for the strong man.

At first glance, it's nothing. Just talking about the appearance of the long sword, there is absolutely no problem. The blade is sharp, the sword body is thin, and the luster is transparent...

In theory, this is still a good sword.

"Look for yourself, I told this old Ding that I want a handy weapon, and he agreed... Look, is this weapon handy!"

"This..."

Dong Gongya took a look at the long sword on the stove, and it was difficult to evaluate for a while.

To say this sword, it is definitely a good sword.

But this long sword is exquisite, and it looks a bit abrupt in the hands of the strong man in front of him.

No matter how you look at it, the sturdy man in front of him is not a swordsman.

They were about to go out, but the agreed weapons couldn't be used at all. No wonder he was so angry.

"Ahem, big brother, I know you are angry, but let's talk it out. Why bother with fighting?"

Donggong Ya persuaded the man to stop, and winked at Nan Hexuan. The latter walked forward and took out a spirit crystal from his arms: "Let's do this, big brother, we will make up for your loss on behalf of this old man. Everyone makes money in harmony."

Donggong Ya stuffed the spirit crystal into the sturdy man. The sturdy man saw that it was a top-grade spirit crystal, and his anger subsided a lot: "Okay, since several foreign guests have spoken for the old guy, let's just let it go. Next time, I will never come to his place to make weapons. I have seen that this old guy has been here for more than 200 years and can only make one kind of weapon!"

Qin Feng stood aside with his arms folded. When they talked, his eyes fell on the blacksmith shop of Lao Dingtou.

Just as Nan Hexuan and the sturdy man said, there is only one kind of weapon in Old Dingtou's shop, and that is the sword.

And these swords look almost exactly the same, as if Old Dingtou only knows how to makeJust like making this kind of long sword with the most common appearance.

But Qin Feng found that his iron sword shop not only had finished products, but also some semi-finished products, which were thrown aside halfway and prepared to be used as materials for the next sword.

His eyes moved: Could it be that this old man made these swords not because he only knew how to make this kind of sword?

Donggong Ya and Nan Hexuan persuaded the strong man with kind words, and finally persuaded him to leave.

As soon as they quieted down, the people who were watching the excitement also dispersed.

Donggong Ya and Nan Hexuan were about to greet the old man, but the latter didn't even look at them and turned into the shop.

The two looked at each other in surprise, and then hurriedly followed in.

Qin Feng already had his own sword, and was really not interested in the swords in the shop, but he still followed them in to join in the fun.

"Wow, there are so many swords in this room?"

As soon as he entered the door, Donggong Ya was amazed by the scene in front of him.

In a small house, except for a simple counter at the entrance, there are long swords hanging everywhere.

Moreover, in a blacksmith shop, except for long swords of basically the same shape and length, there are no other weapons.

No wonder the strong man said before that this old man can't make any other weapons except long swords.

The old man seemed to have bad legs and feet. After limping in, he went behind the counter and nestled in an old and dirty recliner.

It was the first time I saw someone living so decadently in Taohuayuan.

Donggong Ya was an extrovert and took the initiative to greet him: "Old man, are you okay just now?"

But the old man's next sentence made Donggong Ya not know how to respond.

He sat in the recliner and lit his pipe. Without even looking at them, he said, "You have to pay me for it. It has nothing to do with me. If you feel you have been wronged, you can take any sword in this room. Don't even think about taking a penny from me."