Doomsday Sanctuary

"If we follow the little friend, can you guarantee our safety, little friend?"

When the atmosphere in the whole room was dull and almost suffocating, suddenly the old uncle spoke again, his calm voice awakened everyone sitting, not only Di Ping was surprised at his hearing, but the other three old men were also full of faces. Looking at the old uncle in shock.

"No!"

Di Ping calmed down for a while before suppressing his excitement, took a deep breath, and said slowly.

"Huh? No, uncle, listen to what this kid said, no, how can we lead the tribe to follow him? This is definitely not good!"

Shi Suzheng stood up suddenly screaming, and yelled at Di Ping angrily. These two uncles seemed to see Di Ping not pleasing to his eyes, and went mad at every opportunity.

"I really can’t guarantee your safety 100%. There are many crises in the last days. No one dares to say that it is safe, but I can only say that I will do my best to protect the safety of people around me. People who want to hurt my relatives and friends must knock me down first!"

Di Ping drooped his eyelids and didn't even look at the angry second uncle. Instead, he said word by word with a serious expression, his voice was strong and loud, surging back and forth in the hall.

"Okay! The little friend is very honest, and this attitude alone will definitely achieve extraordinary results in the future!"

The old uncle suddenly patted the armrest, stood up excitedly and said hello, his eyes staring at Di Ping were full of eagerness and admiration, the original desolate aura disappeared without a trace, as if it had never existed.

"My little friend should have come to see this ancestral craft of our Blacksmith Village, right?"

Without waiting for Di Ping to speak, the old man suddenly smiled mysteriously, with a look of understanding, as if to tell Di Ping that I knew your purpose.

"Haha! I can't hide it from my old uncle!"

Di Ping looked at his old uncle and laughed. He didn't think that his old uncle would suddenly switch to this topic, but he couldn't avoid it. Now that he talked about it on the desktop, he didn't need to hide and seek.

"I mean, why are you so enthusiastic? It turns out that you are interested in our ancestral skills! Boy! You dare to think too much, right?"

Shi Suzheng stared at Di Ping with an unkind expression on his face and said strangely, his tone was full of contempt.

"Haha!"

Hearing what the second uncle said, Di Ping suddenly burst into laughter.

"Why are you laughing?"

Di Ping's laugh stunned several people, and the second uncle roared with rage in his eyes, he felt that this person must be laughing at himself.

"If you are welcome, I really don't like your craftsmanship. Not only will I not want your craftsmanship, but I will also pass on your higher forging techniques!"

Di Ping ignored the roaring second uncle, but said indifferently, as if only reporting a trivial matter, while the people on the opposite side changed their colors. This was undoubtedly a blockbuster, exploding in this small hall.

"Boy arrogant? Higher forging technology? Too dare to blow the atmosphere? Our blacksmith village dare not say but forge swords, haha...except those in Longquan, who would dare to bark teeth in front of my Shijia! "

The second uncle was taken aback for a moment, and then a Ji Ling jumped up, sneered at Di Ping and roared angrily.

"Little friend, don't you dare to talk nonsense about this?"

The old uncle also suddenly sat upright, and his eyes showed dissatisfaction. You must know that forging skills are the foundation of the blacksmith village's survival. It has been passed on for nearly a thousand years and cannot be tainted by others.