Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 251 Proud [Second Update]

The next day, Duan Qi came to the Sword Forging House under the leadership of the old housekeeper.

The Swordsmithing House of the Chuyun Empire is not much worse than the Swordsmiths Guild back then. Although there is no spectator stand inside, the swordsmithing site is surprisingly large, like a large factory building, which can accommodate More than 50 sword casting furnaces.

As soon as he entered the sword casting room, Jin Hailiang immediately felt hot all over his body, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slowed down his steps.

"What? Can't you bear it?" Duan Qi asked with a smile.

This question woke Jin Hailiang up immediately, and he shook his head violently: "Duan Daxian, I can bear it, even if I go up the mountain of knives or into the sea of ​​fire, I dare not refuse. What is this little heat?"

Duan Qi smiled and said: "Very good, with such courage, maybe you can become a swordsmith's apprentice."

This swordsmith apprentice is nice to say, but to put it bluntly, he is doing chores for the swordsmith, helping to carry materials, carry water, and do some rough work.

After entering the interior, looking around, the furnaces here are neatly arranged, each furnace has its own number, and the furnaces are separated by a safe distance of ten meters.

There are more than 30 swordsmiths inside. They stand by the furnace one by one, their skin is roasted into bronze, their arms are thick and strong, and they look very powerful.

"Everyone pause for a moment, let me introduce you, the one behind me is Daxian Duan! He came to borrow the furnace from the Sword Forging House, everyone come out and get to know each other."

Immediately after the old housekeeper finished speaking, a group of people came over one after another. The swordsmiths here were all men, the young ones were in their 20s, and the older ones were even in their 60s and [-]s, entering old age.

Looking at this group of people, all naked in the heat, Jin Hailiang was afraid again: "This... Are these all swordsmiths? Why is it different from what I imagined."

The old steward explained: "They are all professional swordsmiths hired by the Chuyun Empire. They are responsible for forging swords for each soldier. Of course, in addition to swords, they will also process other weapons, such as arrows, broadswords, Long gun and so on."

Jin Hailiang swallowed his saliva. It was obvious that this group of dark-looking people had dull eyes, bare arms, and a layer of sweat on their necks.

After the introduction, the old butler walked up to Duan Qi's side respectfully, and said in a low voice, "Duan Daxian, you can choose a vacant seat at will! You can use the materials in the sword casting room as you like, if you have nothing else to do. , the old slave will leave now."

Duan Qi smiled and waved his hand: "It's all right, old housekeeper, thank you for your hard work."

"Don't dare to be, dare not be, that old slave has resigned." The old housekeeper still bowed, and slowly backed away respectfully until he exited the sword casting room.

After the old housekeeper left, Duan Qi greeted everyone with a smile: "Seniors, please give me your advice."

He just wants to forge swords here in a low-key manner, so the necessary modesty is still very important.

Unexpectedly, someone in the crowd let out a cold snort of disdain.

"Hmph! Duan Daxian, I'm yuck!"

After hearing this, Duan Qi frowned slightly, but did not speak. He was no longer willing to stir up trouble, forging swords with peace of mind is a serious matter.

At this time, how could Jin Hailiang's dog legs be able to hold back, he heard someone beeping, he immediately jumped up: "Mal Gobi's, it's that bastard scolding Duan Daxian, you stand up, stand in front of me, young master, I want Teach you how to behave!"

While speaking, a person emerged from the crowd. The person looked quite thin, with a cockscomb head and shaved hair on both sides. He stared proudly at Jin Hailiang: "I have something to say. Is it wrong? He is a little kid who came to our sword-making house to see what kind of work he can do with his skin and tender flesh?"

"Shut up! Stupid, shit, Duan Daxian is also what you can say?" Jin Hailiang was upset at the time, and he couldn't miss this kind of performance opportunity. He rushed forward and was about to slap that person slap.

Unexpectedly, when Jin Hailiang rushed over, more than a dozen swordsmiths around him swarmed up, clamped him with each hand, pushed him to the ground, and kicked him hard.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Jin Hailiang let out a scream of death, and his body was trampled by countless people.

Duan Qi couldn't stand it anymore. Although Jin Hailiang was arrogant and arrogant, Duan Qi was also quite upset that the other party was bullying more people than others.

"Stop!" Duan Qi's voice was cold.

The man with the cockscomb head in the lead smiled contemptuously: "In this sword casting house, even if you are the heir of an official in the court, you should be polite to us."

Duan Qi understands that the status of the swordsmith is extremely high, and they are all hired here by selling favors with a lot of money.

If there is no swordsmith, a country has no weapons.

Without weapons, how to conquer the Quartet?

But now, the crowd in the Sword Forging House was very united, and even the emperor of the Chuyun Empire did not dare to offend easily.If you offend one person, then they will break up collectively and stop doing it, leaving your Chuyun Empire without weapons.

Seeing Jin Hailiang's dog leg being trampled until his nose bleeds, Duan Qi slightly twisted the ring, and the Allure Sword reflected a faint cyan light: "I count to three, if you kick me again, I, Duan Qi, don't mind Kill a few people here!"

"one!"

"two!"

"Chen Zheng, tell them to stop!"

After the supposedly old voice sounded, everyone backed away one after another, and no one dared to kick Jin Hailiang again.

Duan Qi stuffed the sword into the ring, walked over, and looked at Jin Hailiang, who was lying on the ground with a bruised nose and a swollen face, beaten like a dog, and was vomiting blood at the moment.

"Ahem...ahem..." Jin Hailiang kept covering his stomach, his eyes were protruding, and if he kicked a few more times, he would be close to death.

Among the crowd, an old man walked out. The old man was over 50 years old, but his body was still strong. He still had two big pectoral muscles on his chest and six-pack abdominal muscles on his stomach. Still black-haired, he looked old and vigorous, with undiminished vitality.

The old man walked up to Duan Qi, looked it over carefully, and said in a flat tone, "Young man, what's your name."

Duan Qi said: "Duan Qi."

The old man said: "Hehe, Duan Qiduan Daxian? To tell you the truth, in our sword making world, there is no such thing as Duan Daxian. If you want to be recognized by other swordsmiths, you have to show your strength in swordsmithing. You don't have to Threatening us with a sword. Swordsmiths are proud, even if you kill us with a sword today, none of us will recognize you! Do you understand?"

While speaking, the old man's sharp eyes seemed to be radiating light.

Duan Qi didn't evade at all, looked straight into the eyes of the old man, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth, calmly said: "I don't need anyone's approval, as a swordsmith, I don't want to win anyone's approval." Approved and exists!"

As soon as these words came out, the old man changed color instantly.

These seven words undoubtedly surpassed him by another level, as if a slap had been slapped hard on his face.

(End of this chapter)