Martial arts become gods

Chapter 2490 Fight
"It seems that this little brother is very confident, but why should we trust you? If you intend to come in to find out the situation, can Xiao Min bear this responsibility?" Xiaoya said suddenly.

"Xiaoya, in front of Master, don't spout blood." Xiao Min said sullenly.

"I'm bloody, you just bring a wild man back outside, who knows what it's for." Xiaoya said confidently.

"I'm here to vouch for him, are you satisfied?" At this time, another cold voice came over.

It was Mo Qianrong who spoke, and beside her, there was a beautiful woman wearing a veil, with a graceful figure and quite attractive.

"Junior Sister Qianrong!" Xiaoya's voice dropped suddenly, she was also a junior in Shenyue Valley, but Mo Qianrong's status was much higher.

"Qianrong, don't talk casually, it is related to your future." Xiaoya's master frowned slightly and said.

"I will naturally be responsible for what I say." Mo Qianrong said flatly, and her master followed beside her. Although she didn't speak, the meaning was already obvious.

"In that case, then you can take him in. I want to have a look. If something goes wrong, I'll see what you can do." Xiaoya's master waved his sleeve robe and stepped aside.

"Xiao En, come in with me, don't talk nonsense later." Xiao Min whispered to Mo Xian.

"Don't worry, I understand!" Mo Xian smiled softly. Although the atmosphere was a little tense, he didn't show any fear at all.

Soon, Mo Xian was brought near the seal.

Seeing the sudden addition of a man, the complexions of all the high-level people in Shenyue Valley changed slightly.

But the people were brought by Mo Qianrong and her master, so they haven't had an attack yet.

"Qianrong, is this the man you brought back?" an old woman asked in a deep voice, her tone a bit hostile.

"Exactly!" Mo Qianrong said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Nonsense, what kind of place is this? Can outsiders come here at will? Qian Rong is just young and ignorant, so why are you fooling around?" The old woman looked at Mo Qianrong's master, her voice quite severe.

"I'm just trying to find a way to solve the problem. This young man may have a solution." Mo Qianrong's master said flatly.

"It's ridiculous. You can solve it by bringing a man. Could it be that you are also bewitched?" Everyone around burst into laughter.

"I don't know if it can be solved, but at least it's worth a try, it's better than all of you messing around here." Mo Qianrong's master's tone was still calm.

"We're exhausted, which one of us isn't mentally and physically exhausted?" Everyone's expressions suddenly became more and more ugly.

"If the physical and mental exhaustion you refer to is being anxious here, then our Shenyue Valley has been wiped out countless times." Mo Qianrong's master sneered.

"Hmph, so he really has a solution?" The old woman who spoke first stopped the crowd and said.

"I told you, at least it's worth a try." Mo Qianrong's master said.

"Okay, then I'll let you guys have a try. If the result doesn't work, I think it's better to hand over this little doll. I don't know what is possible at such a young age." The old woman snorted coldly and gestured to the crowd.

Immediately, a middle-aged beautiful woman came out, looked Mo Xian up and down, and said, "Are you a blacksmith?"

"Maybe!" Mo Xian said.

There was a low-pitched laughter all around, what could it be?
"Nonsense, what we need is a high-grade blacksmith, not what could be!" The middle-aged beautiful woman said with a change of expression.

"I said, I might be!" Mo Xian said firmly.

"Well, show me your forging fire!" The middle-aged beautiful woman sneered, she could tell if she was a blacksmith or not.

"Forging fire!" Mo Xian was silent, but he didn't move.

He is still a little fuzzy about this concept.

Seeing this, everyone immediately shook their heads. The fire of forging is the flame created by the blacksmith with the power of origin, and it is the most obvious symbol of the blacksmith.

If Mo Xian couldn't even figure out this, how could he be a blacksmith.

"Qianrong, do you really trust him?" Mo Qianrong's master Liu frowned slightly, this time she was under a lot of pressure.

"En!" Mo Qianrong nodded, for some reason, she felt more and more that Xiao En was Mo Xian.

However, she didn't want to be like this.

"Then he'd better not let us down." Mo Qianrong's master nodded, stopped talking, but waited quietly.

"Xiao En, can you really know it?" Xiao Min was a little anxious, and there was no room for a little joke in this kind of occasion.

"I'm thinking..." Mo Xian said, with a flick of his wrist, a black flame slowly condensed out.

Although the flames were very weak, they faintly emitted extremely strong fluctuations.

"This is..." Soon, someone recognized the type of flame in Mo Xian's hand, and his face became more solemn.

Mo Linghuo, that is a unique forging fire.

If it was true, then the young man in front of him should not be underestimated.

But Mo Xian's Mo Linghuo has been fully integrated with Yuanli, and everyone has never seen the real Mo Linghuo, so they are not sure.

Mo Qianrong's delicate body trembled, this kind of fluctuation was too similar to Mo Xian back then.

Is there really such a coincidence in the world?

Not only do the two have the same appearance, but they are also blacksmiths, and even the fire of forging seems to be withdrawn?
Although there are subtle differences, this is already an incredibly small probability.

"Sure enough, it's a very unique flame, but being able to evolve a flame doesn't explain the problem. I still have to test you." The middle-aged beautiful woman stabilized her mind, and then asked a lot of questions.

Mo Xian faltered and hawed, and it was very difficult to answer.

"Nonsense, you are not suitable for a blacksmith at all." The middle-aged beautiful woman shouted coquettishly, and Mo Xian's answer was simply wrong.

Of course she didn't know that Mo Xian's forging philosophy was different from theirs.

"Now I can be sure that I am the blacksmith." Mo Xian said.

"Hmph, it's ridiculous. Anyway, you are a grade blacksmith, can you forge a ninth grade spirit treasure?" The middle-aged beautiful woman sneered.

"No!" Mo Xian replied.

"It seems that you are still a little unclear. Below the ninth rank, it is of no use to us." The middle-aged beautiful woman sneered, she was already sure that Mo Xian was just talking nonsense here, just didn't want to be caught Hand it over.

"I need some time. You just need to prepare the design drawings and materials for me from the first grade to the ninth grade." Mo Xian said.

"cut……"

Hearing this, everyone laughed mockingly.

It is certainly not difficult for Shenyue Valley to prepare these things, but it seems that Mo Xian is obviously going to start practicing as a first-grade blacksmith.

This is not something that can be accomplished overnight, without tens or even hundreds of years, it is simply impossible.

"Nonsense, do you think you're playing tricks? Do you still want to learn from the first grade to the ninth grade here?" The middle-aged beautiful woman said, she is a blacksmith herself, so she naturally knows the difficulty of it.

"It won't take up too much of your time, a month at most." Mo Xian said calmly, he had already remembered a lot about forging, and as long as he practiced again, he should be able to fully recover soon.

Everyone immediately began to discuss in low voices. One month is too short, and it is impossible to have any influence on many things.

"Is this kid stupid? In a month, who can go from rank one to rank nine!"

"After all, with the guarantee of Mo Qianrong and her master, we can't go too far."

"Forget it, then give him a month. If he can't do it by then, Mo Qianrong and her master can't just fool around."

Soon, everyone negotiated and came to a result.

(End of this chapter)