The Central City is a city without night. The monks here do their own things in the dark, just like during the day.

The teahouses and wine shops are noisy, and monks from all ethnic groups are flowing endlessly on the streets. There is no distinction between ethnic groups here, but only involvement of interests.

In a corner east of the city, there was a "ding ding ding" sound as always. A middle-aged man with a knotty muscles waved his hammer and hit the burning red sword embryo.

Sweat and iron filings were turbid together, and a unique scenery was formed in the blazing flames. From time to time, monks stopped to watch, but they quickly left.

On the side of the middle-aged man, a thin old man was lying on a rocking chair, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at the passers-by on the street. When a monk came forward to ask, the old man's slightly narrowed eyes would open slightly.

But he seemed to know which ones were really forging magic weapons and which ones were just inquiries. So when the real guest appeared, he would get up with a "whirl" sound, walk to the guest, and talk about the thousands of years of history of his blacksmith shop.

The old man said that the ceiling was full of flowers. In his lotus-like narrative, this blacksmith shop was as old as this central city, as if the history of this city was not as old as this blacksmith shop.

But most monks just smiled after hearing this, and turned around and left, not because they didn’t believe in the old man, but because the old man’s asking price was too high.

A low-grade immortal weapon's rough embryo actually costs ten thousand low-grade immortal stones, which is almost at the price of the weapon refining workshop in the city.

But the old man was happy with it. After the guest left, he did not chase him. He just smiled and sat back on the rocking chair. From time to time he would give a few words to the middle-aged man, while the middle-aged man was just silent and hammered his iron without saying a word.

As the sky became darker, the old man suddenly opened his eyes and stared at a young man walking in the distance. Then he immediately stood up. Before the other party could step forward, he came up, as if he was welcoming some distinguished guest.

"Does the guests want to create magic weapons or weapons? We have everything here, but we only train the rough embryo, and the guests have to produce the materials yourself."

The old man stepped forward and chatted.

The young man looked tired, as if he had been rushing for a long time before he arrived here. His eyes looked at the rough embryos placed in the blacksmith shop and said, "Are these created by you?"

The old man nodded and said proudly: "Yes, we have all created it. Guests can come in and take a look. I promise to satisfy the guests."

The young man walked in, his eyes circulating on these rough embryos, and said, "Yes, although it is just rough embryos, they are all top-quality rough embryos. Even if it is forging the best immortal weapon, it is possible."

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man who was thrusting the hammer in his hand was slowed down. The old man felt something was wrong and immediately scolded: "I didn't eat. I broke the customer's materials. Be careful I'll suck you!"

He looked at the young man with a sarcastic face, and said with a smile, "The guest is so good at seeing. The old man dares to boast. If he says he is to create a rough man in this world, I say second, and no one dares to say first!"

"I'm not short of weapons, but..."

A big sword flashed in the young man's hand, "I want to let the seniors identify what level of weapon this is? If it can satisfy me, the immortal stone is not a problem!"

The old man's eyes lit up, looking at the big sword in the young man's hand. There were nine stars on it, but only one star was lit, and the other eight stars were all in a dim state.

But even so, the old man could still feel the terrible power contained in this great sword, but he changed his face and said, "Sorry, we only build a rough man here, and we will not accept any other matters. Please walk slowly."

After saying that, the old man ignored the young man and sat straight back on the rocking chair, narrowing his eyes slightly.

The young man was not upset, but he suddenly walked towards the middle-aged man and said, "Why don't you show me?"

Before the middle-aged man could speak, the old man suddenly jumped up and said angrily: "Do you have no ears? I said, if you don't answer, you won't answer. You can leave quickly!"

"Yeah?"

The young man smiled and said, "But I heard that your blacksmith shop not only receives ironwork, but also kills people?"

In an instant, the blacksmith shop fell into silence. The hammer in the middle-aged man's hand stayed on the rough embryo, only an inch of the area, and the murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes.

In the blacksmith shop, only the sound of the bellows blowing and the fire burning.

"The guest was joking, we only raid irons and not kill people!" the old man smiled.

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis coming from behind him. The sword in his hand turned around and greeted him almost immediately.

"Clang!"

A violent sound of metal and iron interweaving echoed in the corner of the suburbs of the city. Sound waves passed through the body. Many monks who were coming and going were caught off guard and vomited blood directly by shock. What's more, they were directly overturned out.

Yi Qianmo held Long Que in one hand, and his sword was suppressed by a huge hammer. The middle-aged man was hit by the middle-aged man.

But at this moment, the middle-aged man's calm eyes were a little surprised. It seemed that he was surprised that Yi Qianmo's strength could actually stop his hammer's heavy blow!

But at this moment, a sense of crisis appeared again behind Yi Qianmo. He raised his hand and swung the middle-aged man's hammer. Looking back, he was a sword!

Only a "click" sound was heard, and the old man who was stabbing the sword was cut in half by his sword, and blood splattered all over the floor!

"Clang!"

At the same time, the middle-aged man waved his hammer and smashed it down again, but was blocked by Yi Qianmo again. The power of this hammer was as powerful as a hundred dragons!

The shocking sound of metal and iron attacks alarmed dozens of miles in a radius, but at this moment, the surroundings of the blacksmith shop were very calm. Most monks fainted under this aftermath.

"Who are you? How dare you come here to make trouble!"

The middle-aged man didn't care about the old man's life or death at all, as if Yi Qianmo had just killed an ant.

"Are you allowed July Liuhuo to come to kill people? Are you not allowed to find July Liuhuo?" Yi Qianmo said with a smile.

The middle-aged man frowned, and a terrifying demonic aura suddenly released from his body, and slender beast hair suddenly grew on his kneaded muscles.

The tough human face also twisted in an instant, turning into a huge tiger head, a pair of eyes that looked like lanterns, released a red light and roared at Yi Qianmo!

The sound waves roared past, and many monks who came here were instantly shocked by the sound waves and vomited blood. Even Yi Qianmo felt pain in his eardrums.

After a roar, the middle-aged tiger-headed tiger waved the hammer and smashed it down again. This hammer actually had the power of one hundred and eight dragons, reaching the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal!

Yi Qianmo waved his sword and went up. He heard a "clang" sound. Long Que didn't shake at all. Instead, it was the middle-aged tiger-headed man who was shocked back and almost escaped from his hand.

"Da Luo Golden Immortal!!!"

After the tiger-headed middle-aged man finished speaking, he did not stop at all. He flashed his body and fled to the distance.

However, as soon as he walked out of nowhere, a sword appeared in front of him out of thin air, slashing down his forehead, and only a "clang" sound was heard.
Chapter completed!