"Hey, you lost your seal as an official, but you are still famous!" Old Man Du curled his lips and sneered. Seeing Chang Yu's eyebrows glaring at him, he said helplessly: "Okay, I will help you cast one!"

He waved: "Xiao Wang, come here and help him measure and make a sword!"

"Okay!" A young man ran over, sweating all over his body, exuding white air, and carrying a strong smell of sweat.

He had a delicate appearance, which was completely different from his muscular figure. He came over with a smile: "Young Master Li, do you use your left hand or your right hand?"

Li Muchan stretched out his right hand: "Come on!"

The young man stretched out his thumb and middle finger, measured Li Muchan's arm a few times, then nodded and said with a smile: "Okay."

Li Muchan asked: "When can I come to pick it up?"

"It will be done at this time tomorrow." Old Man Du puffed his pipe and said proudly.

Li Muchan thanked him with clasped fists, then left directly.

Early the next morning, when he came over after practicing the exercises, the courtyard was already buzzing with noise and dripping with sweat. Only Mr. Du was sitting on the Taishi chair in the center of the courtyard, puffing away smoke from his pipe.

Li Muchan stepped forward, cupped his fists and smiled: "Mr. Du, are my iron marbles and sword ready?"

"Well, Xiao Tao!" Old Man Du rolled his eyes, looked at him, and called out: "Bring the things over here!"

The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay."

He said and brought over a cowhide vest and a long sword.

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He stepped solemnly, slowly put down his vest, and said with a smile: "It's really not brisk!"

Li Muchan reached out and took it, weighed it lightly, reached out from a pocket and took out a black iron ball, the size of a dragon's eye, tossed it, nodded and smiled: "Okay, it's really good, it's very handy!"

After putting on his vest, he took the long sword and put it in his hand. The scabbard was silver-gray, which matched his yellow robe and was inconspicuous. It hid the brilliance very well.

He took out the sword and took a look. The blade was black without any luster and exuded a mysterious aura. The sword style was no different from the ordinary Qingfeng sword.

Old Man Du said: "Boy, now that you have a sword, you must give it a try. Xiao Tao, you can practice sword practice with him."

"Yes, Master." The middle-aged man nodded, smiled at Li Muchan and said, "Young Master Li, how about we compete?"

Li Muchan smiled bitterly and said: "The sword has no eyes, so why don't you give it up?"

Old Man Du blew out a puff of smoke carelessly: "I inquired about it yesterday. You are really famous. You have done several great things and are known all over the world... It is rare for such a master to come to my place. How can I just leave casually and take it as a right?"

It’s a reward!…You know, your iron marbles and long sword are made of black iron!”

Li Muchan nodded helplessly: "Well, it's better to obey orders than to be respectful!"

He hung the sword on his waist, slowly pulled out the long sword, and flicked the sword lightly, "ding..." The clear sound could be heard endlessly.

"What a sword!" Li Muchan praised.

This sword is far heavier than ordinary swords, but it is just right for him. It is not heavy but not light when he holds it. Other swords are too light and feel as if they are nothing in his hand, without a sense of stability.

"This sword was made by my master, so it is naturally a fine product!" The middle-aged man opposite smiled. He picked up a long sword from the side, but it was wide and long. It was about twice as wide as an ordinary long sword and as long as

It's one and a half, and it's like holding a spear in your hand.

"Young Master Li, please——!" the middle-aged policeman shook his sword and said in a deep voice.

Li Muchan said no more, and stabbed out with a light sword. The middle-aged man swung his sword to strike. The two swords collided, but there was no scene of a sword flying out as everyone imagined.

The other four people stopped working and gathered around Old Man Du to watch. They were quite shocked when they saw this scene. They all knew how strong Senior Brother Tao was. Just that broad sword was not something that ordinary people could wield.

But the man opposite him, Mr. Li, was fighting with him as if nothing had happened.

After the two swords, one narrow and one wide, collided, they made a crisp "ding" sound, rebounded, and then intersected again, making another crisp "ding" sound.

Then the sound of "ding-ding-ding-ding" kept ringing, just like the sound of their forging iron.

In the blink of an eye, more than a hundred swords passed by, and Li Muchan was still full of vigor and vigor. He didn't use any subtle moves, he just slashed with the middle-aged man head-on, without any tricks.

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"Ding..." There was a continuous crisp sound, and the sword flew out. The middle-aged man had empty hands and said with a helpless smile: "Young Master Li is so awesome, I am ashamed of myself!"

Li Muchan held a sword flower in his arms, put the sword back into its sheath, cupped his fists and said with a smile: "I accept, I accept!"

"I didn't expect you to be so strong even though you are not strong in stature." The middle-aged man shook his head in admiration.

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Mr. Du must also have divine power!"

He inquired about the details of Mr. Du. Although he was a blacksmith, his status in the Changchun Sect was extremely high, not because he was good at making swords, but because of his powerful martial arts.

He is born with supernatural power. He looks skinny and short, but his supernatural power is extremely amazing. He is also a master among the Changchun Sect.

"Boy, it seems that we are both walking the same path." Mr. Du's face softened and he showed a smile: "Both of us have a lot of strength!"

Li Muchan smiled and said: "Having this strength is indeed a big advantage."

"Yes, exactly." Mr. Du nodded and said, "But let me give you a piece of advice from someone who has experienced it. Don't blindly pursue simple moves just because of your strength. Divine power is useful at the beginning, but it will be of limited help later on.

He is no better than others."

Li Muchan nodded slowly: "I understand."

Old Man Du stared at the long sword on Li Muchan's waist for a few seconds, feeling a little reluctant: "Just understand, okay, this sword falls into your hands, and it won't be buried after all!"

Li Muchan smiled and said, "What's the name of this sword?"

"You are the owner of the sword, so take it as you wish." Old Man Du said.

Li Muchan lowered his head and took a few glances, then smiled and said, "Then let's call him Mo Feng."

"Yeah, what a good name." Old Man Du nodded and smiled: "It's just what I want. I hope Mo Fengjian can become famous all over the world!"

Li Muchan smiled and patted his sword, then clasped his fists and said goodbye to everyone, turned around and left the small courtyard.

On the way back, he took out an iron marble from his vest, flicked it with his finger, and a black light instantly shot into the big tree ten feet away.

The big tree was as thick as a person's arms, and the black light disappeared after it penetrated. When Li Muchan got closer, he saw that he was already deep inside and could no longer see. He pressed his palms and observed silently. He had reached the center of the tree. He gently sucked it out. He couldn't put it down and felt very good.

It's easy.

The third day was the wedding. Li Muchan shook his head secretly. Looking at his elder brother, it seemed that Lin Feihong had not made it clear to him and he no longer cared about it. Emotional matters were a mess and he could not figure them out, let alone outsiders.
Chapter completed!