The game only has 8 years of life, so I choose to play all in

Ding Yi took the iron sword handed over by Wang Zhou and looked at it in front of him.

In fact, his purpose of coming to the blacksmith shop was not to learn iron forging, but to take a fancy to this rear forging base that transported weapons to the front line.

At this moment, Ding Yi held the long sword in his hand, waved it twice, then flicked his fingers, and said to Wang Zhou:

"Hardness and sharpness are fine."

Wang Zhou was immediately angry when he heard it.

"Damn, can you be more serious? I know there are people behind you, but don't hurt me!"

Wang Zhou pointed at the straw men behind the shop and shouted:

"Go and chop them. You can pass the test only if you can chop one off!"

"The warehouse is in the red brick house behind the shed!"

Ding Yi didn't say anything when he heard it, but just smiled, and then left with the long sword.

Ding Yi chopped the straw man as Wang Zhou asked, and then took the long sword to the warehouse where weapons were stored in the rear.

When Ding Yi entered the warehouse, he found that there was no one here.

In fact, he is the only apprentice in this blacksmith shop. Other blacksmiths will choose to forge several swords and bring them together. They will not go back and forth alone for a sword.

"It's really wonderful."

Ding Yi looked at the iron swords on the shelf in front of him, and opened his hands, as if embracing something.

Then, Ding Yi waved his hand slightly, and a water column flew out of the wooden barrel in the room, and then twisted and dispersed in space, turning into countless thin lines, flying towards the iron sword in front of him.

When these water lines touched the iron sword, they automatically turned into words on it at a high speed, forming the same entry.

[Weakly enhanced lifespan 1 day]

Yes, this is Ding Yi's real purpose.

He provoked the war between Yin Yang Palace and Bazhou and Yizhou, and then strengthened the weapons in the rear and transported them to the battlefield. From then on, he could steadily gain lifespan without having to go to the battlefield himself!

Although the chance of obtaining a high-level worshiper in this way is much smaller, Ding Yi understands that quantitative change leads to qualitative change. Even if Qing Yunzi dies a thousand times, he can still provide himself with a life span of 10,000!

I am really a genius!

Ding Yi smiled, and then, dense prompts suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

[Currently can be strengthened, the life span required for strengthening is 1 day. Do you want to strengthen? ]

[Currently can be strengthened, the life span required for strengthening is 1 day. Do you want to strengthen? ]

..

This series of prompts occupied Ding Yi's entire field of vision, and Ding Yi did not hesitate at all and directly chose yes.

The next moment, all the shelves with long swords shook slightly, and then calmed down almost instantly.

[Sharp long sword]

[A very sharp long sword, it seems to be made by a famous master, maybe it can have an unexpected effect on the battlefield? ]

Ding Yi looked at the uniform prompt text in front of him, nodded with satisfaction, and then turned around and left the warehouse.

The next day, Ding Yi, who was standing in the blacksmith shop pretending to watch Wang Zhou forging a sword, suddenly noticed something. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the street outside.

At this moment, a team of soldiers in black armor were walking on the street, holding a piece of paper in their hands and asking pedestrians on the road.

With Ding Yi's current spiritual strength, he only took a slight glance and found that the picture drawn on the paper was actually a head portrait, and he was also very familiar with this head portrait. It was Li Baozheng in disguise!

"This person is extremely evil! The discoverer will report to the Yin-Yang Palace and will be rewarded with a thousand taels of silver and promoted to the third rank!"

The soldiers posted the portrait on the bulletin board on the street and shouted loudly.

Such a high reward also aroused the interest of people on the street. They gathered on the bulletin board and stared at the portrait, as if they wanted to deeply imprint the figure in the portrait in their minds.

"Who is this guy? How could the Yin Yang Palace offer such a high reward?"

"I don't know, but he must be a very important character. I won't join in the fun, or I won't know how I died!"

"You seek wealth and honor in danger, you idiot, I'll take off as soon as I find him!"

The pedestrians on the street stood there and kept talking, and all these discussions fell into Ding Yi's ears without missing a word.

"Strange, this evil god and the Yin Yang Palace are cooperating?"

Ding Yi frowned, and then slowly relaxed.

Although this is not a good sign, Ding Yi doesn't care.

At this moment, his life-threatening plan is slowly unfolding. As long as he waits until his life span is up, he can start the real Lu Xian practice.

By then, the evil god Yin Yang Palace will be nothing but dust under his feet!

"Don't look at the kid, there are only a few easy to deal with those who can be rewarded by the Yin Yang Palace. Just learn my skills and make a living here in the future!"

Wang Zhou's voice came over, and immediately brought Ding Yi's thoughts back here.

"Yes."

Ding Yi did not speak, but nodded with a smile.

On the other side, Yinji Palace.

Sun Qiaoer sat on the table with a gloomy face, looking at the bounty portrait in front of her, frowning tightly.

She was naturally familiar with the person in the portrait, and even because Qi Jue Palace and Ding Yi acted together, the palace sent someone to ask her.

Fortunately, Sun Qiaoer directly denied the relationship with Ding Yi, but only stated that it was Fu Lousheng, the director of the Baihe City Supervision Department, who recommended it at that time.

And Fu Lousheng was seriously injured and dying by the evil god in Baihe City that day, and now he is still lying in the palace for emergency treatment, which naturally proves nothing.

However, Sun Qiaoer, as a direct descendant of Yin Yang Palace, would not lie, so the visitor just asked and left the place in a hurry after receiving no news.

At this time, a petite figure walked up behind Sun Qiaoer, naturally hit Sun Qiaoer's shoulders with his hands, and muttered:

"Miss, you have been looking at this portrait for a long time. Although, if you find this person, you can be promoted to the third level, Yun'er feels that it is not that simple."

After hearing this, Sun Qiaoer smiled and folded the portraits in front of her, then patted the palms on her shoulders and continued:

"Yun'er, I'm going down the mountain in the next few days. There are some things I need to purchase in the palace."

Mo Yun was stunned when she heard this, and then asked:

"Miss, can you just leave the purchasing work to me? You are a deacon now, how can you do this work?"

Sun Qiaoer smiled and shook his head without saying a word. Seeing this, Mo Yun immediately closed her mouth knowingly and continued to beat Sun Qiaoer's shoulders.

One day later, it rained heavily.

The streets in the rain were quite clean. There were not many pedestrians in the past, and most of them were hurriedly walking on the road wearing raincoats.

But the blacksmith shop is still working in full swing.

In fact, these casters like this kind of heavy rain even more.

They can feel the smell of rain in the air. This cold feeling can relieve their hot hearts and make the casting speed faster.

"Ah, sir, what would you like?"

At this moment, a nervous greeting caught everyone's attention.

They all looked towards the shop, and saw a woman wearing a long gown and holding an umbrella standing in front of the shop, looking at the sword hanging above the shop.

Women are inherently beautiful, but now they stand in the rain holding an umbrella, and they look even more fragile. Coupled with the Yin Yang Palace deacon pattern embroidered on their robes, this group of strong men who work all day long feel a kind of excitement bursting out from deep in their hearts. Feeling of heat.

"My god, it's the best!"

Wang Zhou looked at the woman and exclaimed.

"Gudu, Gudu."

The sound of swallowing was first heard in the blacksmith shop, and then the sound of forging was heard.

These blacksmiths also understand that although this woman is good-looking, it is enough to just take a look at her. After all, the identity gap is too big and they cannot touch her.

"Pick me a soft sword and deliver it to room three on the fourth floor of Wanbao Restaurant."

The woman said a word and then disappeared into the rain holding an umbrella.

All the blacksmiths sighed, but Ding Yi stood there and raised his eyebrows.

Why did Sun Qiaoer come to him at this time?