my universal tinder

Chapter 4

Seven fire iron shop!

All the knives in the butcher shop come from here, and the boss has a very good relationship with the lame blacksmith here, and the two get together to drink when they have nothing to do.

Just after dawn, the stove was raised in the iron shop.

Wang Qiong's "Blue Scale" was fought here.

Through the morning fog, Wang Qiong came to Qihuo Iron Shop with a cloth bag in his arms.

"Little poor ghost, what are you looking at?" A cold voice came from behind.

Wang Qiong turned around.

The lame uncle was leaning on a cane, his hair was loose, as usual, he still had the demeanor of a beggar, and he looked dirty.

"Hey..." Wang Qiong grinned and said with a smile, "Uncle Lame, I have something to do with you."

"Weasel pays New Year's greetings to chicken..." Lame Uncle glanced at him and said calmly.

Wang Qiong straightened his expression and said seriously, "Uncle lame, how can you call yourself a chicken? You don't care about yourself."

"Speak quickly if you have something to say, and let go if you have to fart." The lame uncle leaned on the anvil, waved the crutch in his hand, and said impatiently.

Wang Qiong opened the cloth bag in his arms, and there was a broken "green scale" inside.

"Uncle Lame, can you still fix it?" Wang Qiong asked.

The lame uncle narrowed his eyes slightly, and a flash of light flashed in his cloudy pupils.

"Have you fought against the bastard of the Bai family?"

"Ok?"

As soon as this remark came out, Wang Qiong's hair suddenly rose, and he looked at the lame uncle with a look of surprise, feeling extremely strange.

"That bastard's ability is 'iron', this ability can only be regarded as common in Yuliu."

"But he has practiced "Wandaobu Star Atlas" and has reached the "Ten Dao Liu" at a young age. His talent is so high that it is unimaginable." The lame uncle grinned sneeringly, and the eyes he looked at Wang Qiong changed.

"You defeated him, it seems that the old smoker is going to let you go."

"You..." Wang Qiong was stunned.

rumbling...

The lame uncle directly threw the broken green scale into the stove, the flames blazed brightly, and the temperature rose sharply.

He turned around and closed the shop.

"Fame and singing, the young man will travel far..." The lame uncle whispered: "I think back then... I was as young as you... Hmm... I look much more handsome than you!"

Wang Qiong was stunned, and immediately said with a strange expression: "Uncle Lame, are you serious?"

"Young man, do you know my nickname when I was young?"

Wang Qiong shook his head.

The lame uncle raised his head, sighed softly, and blew his long hair on his forehead, revealing a lonely request.

"A billion girls' dream!"

"puff……"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, Wang Qiong still couldn't hold back.

He smiled unkindly.

"You don't know how precious your face is when you're young, and you cry when you're old when you look at female air...Little poor man, go to the Guangming Academy, and when you see beautiful women, you must not be soft-hearted!"

"The beauties of the Shenbing style have hidden skills, especially in the boudoir, which can surprise you and make you want to stop."

"for example?"

"When I was young, I once met a beautiful woman, her ability was rubberized!" Uncle Lame's eyes were full of passion.

"The beauty of Yuli Logistics is another experience, which can save a lot of energy."

"When I was young, I had a girlfriend who was known as Nezha with Eight Arms..."

"That night……"

The lame uncle was eloquent, but Wang Qiong blushed more and more as he listened, his eyes became straight, and he completely forgot the purpose of this trip.

"found it!"

Suddenly, the exciting topic came to an abrupt end, and the lame uncle took out an iron box from a rotten wooden box with chains wrapped around it.

Wang Qiong was still not finished, and his attention was attracted by the iron box.

"Uncle lame, what is this?"

"You're going to get out soon, boy. I don't have anything to give you. I'll make you a new knife. It should be enough for you for a while." The lame uncle stood up, caressing the iron box, with a look in his eyes complex.

Wang Qiong was curious, it seemed that this iron box couldn't hold a knife.

Uncle Lame unlocked the chain and opened the iron box.

Inside was a piece of black metal covered with scale-like textures.

Wang Qiong's eyes widened, and the metal was slightly warm.

He subconsciously raised his hand to touch it, and suddenly, the piece of metal seemed to squirm.

"Fuck, what the hell is this?" Wang Qiong cried out.

"Rare and strange, all things have spirits, this thing is much more valuable than you now." The lame uncle caressed the black metal, the scales on it trembled slightly, as if excited, but also as if afraid.

"Little baby, you are finally going to become a weapon." The lame uncle said with a smile.

Wang Qiong looked at it, his complexion became more and more strange, as if he saw a psychosis.

"Uncle Lame...you...who are you talking to?"

"Could it be with you?" The lame uncle glanced at it, and said coldly: "For the sake of the old smoker, today, this commander will help you forge a new knife. I hope you don't bury her."

"Really?" Wang Qiong was overjoyed.

He knew Uncle Lame's craftsmanship, and it was extraordinary that the green scale knife could withstand his ability.

"Then trouble..." Wang Qiong couldn't help laughing.

rumbling...

Suddenly, a mass of milky white flames emerged in the lame uncle's palm, like a bright sun, and the temperature of the iron shop suddenly rose.

The smile on Wang Qiong's face froze, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he sat down on the ground with a plop.

"You...you...you are...a supernatural power..." Wang Qiong's throat twitched.

With Uncle Lame's appearance, who would have thought that this would be a supernatural being?
Who would have thought that in this small town of Sanyang, there would be a supernatural person hidden in this humble blacksmith shop.

Most importantly, this is an extremely rare super energy flow.

"Ku Yan!?" Wang Qiong was so shocked that he could barely speak.

"Old buddy, long time no see." The lame uncle sighed softly, and there was a sparkle in his eyes.

As soon as he raised his hand, the milky white flames floated in the air, and the black metal jumped up and was wrapped by it.

Suddenly, traces of black viscous liquid flowed out from the metal, making a hissing sound.

Under the tempering of the milky white flames, the black metal shrunk sharply.

"Hammer!"

The lame uncle beckoned, and at the corner, a rusty hammer flew towards him, and he held it firmly.

clang……

As soon as the hammer fell, flames splashed everywhere, and the black metal began to shape under the hammer.

At this time, the lame uncle still has the appearance of a beggar in ordinary times, with his gestures and gestures, his momentum is surging, like a river flooding, rolling in.

Sitting on the ground, Wang Qiong felt obsessed with watching.

The sound of metal impact was like the sinking bell of a mountain temple, bombarding his heart.

Each hammer is so magical and wonderful, the splashed fire is like a meteor falling into the sky, revealing the most gorgeous light in the world.

Everything, harmonious and perfect!

Wang Qiong was completely intoxicated, time seemed to freeze, and he entered an unprecedented realm.

Roar……

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly, the black blade took shape in the flames, and there was a faint roar like a beast.

"Blood!" Uncle Lame shouted in a low voice.

Before Wang Qiong could react, his arm went cold, blood spattered and landed on the black blade.

The white smoke was steaming, and suddenly, scale-like lines appeared on the black blade, like dragon scales.

"The name of this knife is Black Dragon!"

The black blade groaned softly, and the cold light flickered, like a fierce light lurking in the raging sea, dormant in the ocean.

(End of this chapter)