All People: Blacksmith?1 Level Forging And Casting A Thousand-Blade Magic Sword

"Ande Guangsha tens of thousands, shelter the world's cold and happy, wind and rain do not move, safe as a mountain!"

Before Yeqi entered, he heard a burst of books wrapped around his ears, and the person who spoke had a brilliant brilliance, which made him sigh.

As soon as he stepped forward, the man read, "Some friends come from afar, but they don't come in, my dear friend." Facing

the man's warm invitation, Yeqi had no reason not to enter, and with anticipation, he resolutely walked into it.

However, in the next moment, Yeqi regretted it, and the scene inside made him so stunned that he couldn't speak, so he almost threw his hands away on the spot.

Compared to Yeqi's home in the town of Azmer, the internal facilities of this wooden house can only be described as destitute.

In the wooden house, except for the candlestick and a few candles that were about to burn out, there was no extra furniture, not even a decent bed.

The wooden roof adopts a hollow structure, in layman's terms, that is, even the roof is not covered, and it is not possible to shield from the wind and rain.

Wei Ran lay on the ground and fell asleep, he slept very naturally, and the young man who invited Yeqi into the wooden house sat on the ground.

The young man was wearing a shawl, holding tattered books, and dressed much more torn than a beggar, refreshing Yeqi's understanding of the reader.

Instantly, Yeqi understood that this person was the fallen poet in Pu Yi's mouth, and his eyes couldn't help but roll, and he made an evaluation in his heart.

Perhaps the title of fallen poet still loved him, and Yeqi felt that this man should be called a beggar poet.

Bah, this man is a beggar who is free, even the beggar is much cleaner than this man, he stinks and is disgusting.

Yeqi corrected his mistake and entered here, as if the illusion of entering a beggar's den could not be erased in his heart, as if returning to the past.

But when the young man saw Yeqi, it was called an eyebrow dancing, which was more enthusiastic than seeing his own brother, and composed three poems on the spot.

After selling the literary style, he threw the book casually, reached out and grabbed the night qi, and abruptly pulled the reluctant night qi to the center of the wooden house.

Yeqi couldn't bear to hurt the young man, and out of helplessness, he was forced to sit with the young man.

The two looked at each other, almost drinking and cheering, the young man smiled happily, and Yeqi smiled professionally.

Stretching out his dirty hand, the young man introduced himself enthusiastically: "My name is Ji Ziye, I am a romantic poet, brother, what is your name?" "

Night Qi."

Yeqi reluctantly shook hands with Ji Ziye, he always felt that Ji Ziye's head was probably broken by the door, like a not very smart Yazi, maybe some nerve was out of order.

Ji Zi Yeqi kept looking at himself at night, and smiled dashingly: "Yeqi, don't be obsessed with brother, brother is just a legend." Yeqi

really couldn't hold back the fire rising in his heart, and he punched Ji Ziye, because Ji Ziye was so capable of pretending.

However, an unexpected scene suddenly happened, Ji Ziye's palm waved like thunder, and he held Yeqi's fist in the blink of an eye.

"Brother, since there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and hell has no door, you throw yourself, then you will be rude at night."

As the spiritual air turned around, Ji Ziye's body erupted with dazzling spiritual light, which was domineering, making the wooden house bright as day.

In the state of spiritual light possession, Ji Ziye suddenly exerted his strength, his fists bloomed, the light was through, and he constantly exerted pressure on Yeqi, and that pressure made Yeqi almost suffocate.

Helplessly, Yeqi condensed the spiritual energy around his body, and only then did he compete with Ji Ziye, each occupying half of

the wooden house, the two of them made a shocked move, fighting back and forth, and it was impossible to distinguish the victory and defeat in a short time, so that the aura fluctuations made the wooden house tremble continuously.

Wei Ran was woken up by the aura fluctuations, got up, and he glared angrily at the two: "If you want to fight out, whoever breaks the house, I want him to look good!" Ji

Ziye hurriedly gave Yeqi a look, and the two stopped at the same time, quickly opening the distance and ending this dispute.

Looking at Ji Ziye from a distance, Yeqi showed vigilance, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that Mobei Academy was a holy place for crouching tigers and hidden dragons.

Ji Ziye nodded outside with his hand, and Yeqi understood, and the two quietly came outside and opened the distance again.

A new confrontation has begun, and even the air is filled with a strong smell of gunsmoke.

Yeqi thought that Ji Ziye was going to accompany him to the end, ready to make a move, who knew that Ji Ziye held the broken book in his hand and shook his head vigorously.

"The gentleman doesn't need to use his hands, Yeqi, you and I don't want to fight, don't fight, you might as well make a friend here, even if you don't fight or don't know each other."

Turning into a reader on the spot, Ji Ziye showed off his proud literary brilliance again, wanting to extinguish the fighting spirit ignited by Yeqi.

Yeqi did not follow, he pointed his head and said solemnly to Ji Ziye: "Midnight, if you are not good here, I can introduce Bai Mo to you, he is a superb doctor in Luoyang, and he can cure you." Ji

Ziye hated the ridicule from others the most, and he roared angrily when his heart was ignited by anger: "Yeqi is hateful!" Today's many insults to my talent, it is tolerable, I can't bear it, so I want to beat you to your knees and beg for mercy, so that you know the gold content of the three words of Ji Ziye!

Yeqi loosened his fist and replied without hesitation: "I can't ask for it, beggar poet."

The words were wrong, and the two clashed again, fighting extremely fiercely, and unscrupulously exerting the spiritual energy in their bodies.

I saw blazing light and blue light flickering at the foot of the entire mountain, and bursts of spiritual energy fluctuations ran through this pure land, causing rocks to dance here.

Yeqi and Ji Ziye were suspended in mid-air, and the two of them threw several punches against each other, unable to fight up and down, and after opening the distance, they each summoned a life weapon.

Yeqi held Lingyue, while Ji Ziye wielded a wooden fan wrapped in green light, and the two people above no longer retained any strength.

As Lingyue cut out the Dao Qingguang, Yeqi took the lead in attacking, and Ran Ji Ziye gently waved the wooden fan, and fallen leaves fell around him.

Before the blue light hit Himeko night, the fallen leaves blocked the necessary path, and the two touched instantly, melting at a speed visible to the flesh.

Yeqi was stunned, Ji Ziye took the opportunity to wave a wooden fan, and several fallen leaves spun and flew out, targeting Yeqi's throat.

In the face of the strange fallen leaves, cold sweat broke out on Yeqi's forehead, and he immediately jumped up, not daring to hard catch the fallen leaves, choosing to avoid its edge.

"It's not so easy to avoid, Yeqi, my dead leaves are not vegetarian."

Ji Ziye fanned the iron fan again, turning the fallen leaves that were about to land on the ground, and the fallen leaves flew towards the night qi again.

Yeqi did not dare to slacken, flowed the spiritual light, split out several blue lights, barely melted the falling leaves, and he kicked and landed.

However, before he could be happy, Yeqi suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain in his left arm, and he looked down, his eyes were shocked.

It turned out that on Yeqi's left arm, there was a small scar, which was originally an inconspicuous thing.

Strangely, gray aura continued to emanate around the scar, and that gray aura was like maggots attached, sealing the aura of Yeqi's left arm.

Yeqi hurriedly used the aura around his body to impact the black aura, and the consumption was huge before he could barely force the gray aura out of his body.

Recalling the scene just now, he was keenly aware that the fallen leaves that scratched him were hidden in the inconspicuous places of many fallen leaves.

Ji Ziye shook the wooden fan in his hand, watching the whole time, and did not mean to fall into the well.

It wasn't until Yeqi suddenly realized, he showed a smile and said without shying: "Yeqi, the taste of withered glory is not comfortable, in front of Ben Shao, all your psychological activities are comparable to a blank piece of paper, give up the struggle, Ben Shao only needs you to apologize."

"Want to be sorry, it's impossible, as for you, you have already lost."

Regardless of the sharp pain in his left arm, Yeqi suddenly struck, and the Lingyue held in his hand suddenly bloomed with blue light, overflowing with a killing chance.

Not giving the opponent a little respite is the essence of Yeqi's comprehension through countless life and death fights.

Seeing this, Ji Ziye didn't have time to defend, his mouth opened into an O shape, and he said breathlessly: "Lying groove, you don't talk about martial virtue, Mo Feiben Shao will fall here, no wonder every book says that the villain will die with too many words, and the ancients sincerely do not deceive me." Just

as Yeqi was about to succeed, a rustle sounded from all around, and a figure appeared like a ghost, and he blocked in front of Ji Ziye.

Yeqi was stunned, and subconsciously put away Lingyue, his original intention was to teach Ji Ziye a lesson, and did not want to hurt people's lives.

However, the man did not be polite to Yeqi, he grabbed Yeqi's head, soared several meters, and immediately smashed Yeqi's head to the ground.

Yeqi wanted to resist, but the man's strength was so huge that he couldn't break free until his braincase hit the ground.

Fortunately, at the last moment, Yeqi instinctively protected his head with aura, so that there was no blood splattered on the spot.

His head was violently shaken in an instant, and Yeqi's eyes were black and completely fainted.