"Okay, it's already dark, that's all for today!"

The old man shouted to Murong Ningyue. At this time, the old man looked at Murong Ningyue with a little more appreciation. If he had not interrupted Murong Ningyue just now, Murong Ningyue would probably continue to sleeplessly.

Murong Ningyue looked at the iron block on the anvil. The iron block that was originally the size of a human head was now the size of a fist. Murong Ningyue suddenly became more confident and said proudly to the old man: "Don't forget your promise. As long as I can hammer this iron block to the size of a finger, you will take me to the Saint of the Artifact!"

The old man smiled meaningfully when he heard this: "Of course, I never break my promise when I speak!"

Murong Ningyue returned to the inn with satisfaction. She came to the iron shop early the next morning, greeted the old man and continued to knock on the iron block.

The old man looked at it silently, but there was an inexplicable smile in his eyes. Murong Ningyue didn't know the difficulty of hitting the iron block, but the old man knew it better.

It is not difficult to hammer and refine a piece of iron as big as a skull to the size of a fist, but if you want to further refine it to the size of a finger, the difficulty is simply a geometric increase.

Sure enough, Murong Ningyue was still very excited when she first came, but after knocking for a long time, she found that the iron piece had just become slightly smaller, and it was still a hundred thousand miles away from her finger size!

Murong Ningyue turned her head and saw that there was a touch of playful smile in the old man's eyes at this time. Murong Ningyue knew in her heart that the old man must be waiting for him to give up!

The more Murong Ningyue thought about it, the more angry she became. You wanted me to give up, but I just didn't give up. I must stick to it and slap my iron block in the face with a big iron piece of finger!

Thinking of this, Murong Ningyue was full of energy again, waving her sledgehammer constantly, and even her forehead was covered in sweat and her back was soaked with sweat.

Just as Murong Ningyue was concentrating on making irons, Mo Youwei suddenly came to the iron shop. When the old man saw Mo Youwei's face darkened.

Mo Youwei said diligently to the old man: "Master Tie, I want to apologize to you for the last incident. My fiancée is young and ignorant, so he offended you in his words. Don't mind!"

The old man inadvertently glanced at Murong Ningyue without saying anything, and thought to himself that Murong Ningyue was not old, but compared with the willful girl in the city lord's mansion, she was just in the sky and the underground.

When Mo Youwei saw the old man silently, he thought the old man was still angry and immediately said, "Master Tie, you don't know. After Ruohe went back, I have educated her well, and she also regretted it. This time she called her over to apologize, and she said she had no face to see you!"

When the old man heard this, he immediately showed a look of disbelief on his face. How could a woman like Jiang Ruohe, who was willful and unreasonable, regret it because of this?

The more the old man looked at Mo Youwei, the more unhappy he felt. This guy knew nothing except making up lies.

"You can get out of here if you have nothing to do! Don't delay my business!"

The old man said as he wanted to drive Mo Youwei out of the door. Of course, Mo Youwei would not leave easily, so he ran inside for two steps and saw Murong Ningyue who was thrusting in the iron.

"It's you! Why are you here..."
Chapter completed!