At the same time, in the north part of Qingfeng City, there was an unattended blacksmith shop.
In front of the stove with a strong charcoal fire, Zeng Zechi stood bowed and whispered, seeming to be reporting something to someone.
Behind him, Yu He swept away the frightened and helpless look before and sat calmly on a chair drinking tea.
"Dang-dang-dang."
There was a constant knocking sound and sparks flew everywhere.
There was a burly, shirtless man swinging a hammer vigorously, sweating profusely.
Zeng Zechi looked serious, sometimes nodding and sometimes holding his fists.
Not long after, he turned around and said to Yu He: "Everything is ready, all I need is the east wind. The rest is up to you."
"In terms of cultivation, you are better than Suning and can definitely beat him."
"Compared with the Dharma Appearance, he is the sixth-ranked Dragon and Phoenix Dharma Appearance, and you are the second-ranked Yuan Zulong."
"The power of the ancestral dragon is unstoppable."
"Except for Su Xinglan, no one in the world can compete with you in the same realm."
"According to the forbidden technique passed down to you by our ancestors, Suning must be beaten back to mortal flesh and bones."
"An ant in the small world should never have come to the fairy world."
Yu He put down the cup and said expressionlessly: "Do your job well and don't tell me what to do."
"You have no qualifications, and I don't want to hear your nonsense."
Zeng Zechi's chest heaved, his face turned red with anger, and he said: "I just kindly remind you that this mission can only succeed and cannot fail."
"If you lose, you can explain to the ancestor yourself and don't hurt us."
"Wen Dian can give you today's blockbuster, and he can also get back a lot from you."
Yu He suddenly stood up, the cup shattered, and the tea flowed rapidly along the table.
She locked her cold eyes on Zeng Zechi and suddenly said with a cold light, "Are you threatening me?"
"Dang-dang-dang."
The banging sound continued, and the burly man wielding the hammer turned a deaf ear to what was going on outside the window. He turned a blind eye to the conflict between the two people behind him and turned a deaf ear.
Zeng Zechi grabbed it out of thin air and found a cattail leaf fan in his hand: "How dare you? I'm just the master of a palace. How can I have the courage to threaten you, a direct disciple of my ancestor?"
"I don't dare, and no one in Wen Palace dares to threaten you."
"With the qualifications of a saint, it's too late for me to curry favor with you."
The yin and yang are strange and full of ridicule.
His tall body suddenly bent down, and he walked forward like an old man and said: "Suning is here, if you don't want him to see any flaws, please restrain yourself."
"It's true that you are someone that my ancestor values, but if you want to take advantage of me, you have to rely on your own strength."
"the you now......"
The sarcasm became even stronger, he rolled his sleeves and sneered: "Do you think you are worthy?"
"Without ancestors to support you, you masked bitch is nothing."
As soon as he finished speaking, Suning's voice sounded outside the blacksmith shop.
The sound of swords lingered, and the sword energy was overwhelming.
Zeng Zechi put away his cattail leaf fan and retorted forcefully: "You won't leave if I give you a way to live, you will come here to die."
"Suning, who gave you the confidence to fight with me?"
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa."
The peach blossoms are in full bloom, and the purple robes are flying.
The two figures soon became entangled, causing a riot of immortal power that flooded all directions.
Yu He watched with cold eyes, her white jade hands tightly holding the armbands.
"Wen Tianshu, please remember, one day I will definitely trample you under my feet."
"Three souls that stepped on you will be shattered, and your soul will be destroyed."
