Volume 1: Storm in the Western Region Chapter 105: Seeing is Believing
Shang Shiyi's breath sank, and he used the Thousand-Jin Drop technique to nail himself firmly to the ground.
As the words fell, a gust of wind hit his chest like a hammer. Shang Shiyi flew out upside down, drew an arc in mid-air, and then fell heavily to the ground, letting out a groan.
Upon seeing this, Li Yanyun hurried forward to check on his master's safety, but Zhao Rang knew the identity of the person who made the move from the voice, and said quickly:
"Lady boss, don't do anything! Senior didn't do anything to me!"
The pine trees suddenly stopped, and Ye Sanniang walked from behind a group of fallen pine trees. She looked back and forth at Zhao Rang several times and asked with concern:
"Are you really okay?"
Zhao Rang stretched his arms and legs in front of Ye Sanniang and replied:
"It's really okay!"
"The old man also gave me a knife!"
Hearing this, Ye Sanniang looked at the knife in Zhao Rang's hand and her expression softened slightly:
"This black steel knife is not bad, passable."
"Black steel knife? This knife is made of black steel?"
There are two black steel knives in the Baidao Hall in Zhao Rang's home. One blade is somewhat damaged, but the casting skills of the Wu Dao Hall have been lost for a long time. No one in the world can repair it, not even the top of the Zhao family.
Neither can the knife maker. The other knife was so complete that it became the old man’s treasure. Not only could others not touch it, but he himself couldn’t touch it either. He also made a special cover with crystal and placed it inside, so that it could only be viewed from a distance.
Don't play with it.
Now Zhao Rang heard that Ye Sanniang said that the knife in his hand was actually made of black steel, and he felt it was incredible.
But in this case, the knife in Li Yanyun's hand is almost exactly the same as his own. Doesn't it mean that it is also made of black steel?
I thought that the Zhao family only had two black steel swords, one of which was incomplete, but Shang Shiyi, a martial arts cultivator with no roots and no foundation, who was as floating as duckweed, actually had two complete black steel swords!
While she was doubting, Ye Sanniang had already moved lightly towards Shang Shiyi.
His apprentice Li Yanyun watched eagerly in front of his master, gritting his steel teeth and holding a knife in both hands, as if he was ready to rush forward and fight for his life at any time.
"Little guy, step aside!"
Ye Sanniang tapped her index finger, and Li Yanyun's raised knife was pressed down involuntarily. His face turned purple, but it didn't help. At the same time, two huge forces came from his shoulders, as if there was a big fat man.
Like above, the soft mountain soil beneath my feet sank a few inches.
Shang Shiyi held his chest with his hands and climbed up with difficulty. Just as he was about to say something, he saw Ye Sanniang making a silent gesture:
"Shh!"
"That knife is okay, it's even!"
Shang Shiyi felt relieved and seemed to want to say thank you, but then remembered that Ye Sanniang didn't seem to like what he said just now, so she could only nod her head.
Zhao Rang had a good impression of the master and apprentice pair. He was worried that Ye Sanniang would embarrass them, so he quickly came over to comfort them:
"Mrs. Boss, I'm really fine! I just had a sword fight with Brother Li, and Senior Shang didn't take any action at all!"
Ye Sanniang said calmly:
"I didn't do anything to him!"
Then he looked at Shang Shiyi and asked:
"dont you agree?"
Shang was not sure for a moment whether he should answer or not, so he could only stay in place.
"Um?"
Ye Sanniang glanced sideways and her tone suddenly changed. Only then did Shang Shiyi wake up and said immediately:
"It's okay, nothing happened at all! The pine needles on the ground were slippery just now. I couldn't stand firm and fell over!"
Zhao Rang's face froze...
Even Li Yanyun, the disciple who believed in him the most, wouldn't believe this, let alone others.
Slippery pine needles can make a swordsman who has reached the third-level Grand Master level in martial arts fall down. This can really become a legend that has been passed down for thousands of years. If the legend were compiled like this, the tables would be turned over by the listeners.
"Look, I didn't lie to you, right?"
Ye Sanniang said with an innocent look.
Seeing this appearance, Zhao Rang couldn't say anything else. After all, Shang Shiyi, the rightful owner, had said so, what could he, a bystander, say? What's more, even if he saw it clearly, it was indeed Ye Sanniang who appeared.
But he couldn't say anything... In the final analysis, Ye Sanniang took action for him. Anyone who said the so-called fair words would be called ignorant of good and evil!
"Let's go, why are you dazed?"
Under Ye Sanniang's urging, Zhao Rang came back to his senses and hurriedly said goodbye to Shang Shiyi and Li Yanyun.
The two of them walked in tandem and were silent all the way. Zhao Rang followed Ye Sanniang and turned left and right, and soon saw Ximen Dazhuang and others from a distance.
"Just ask if you have anything. There will be a lot of people, and it's even harder for you to ask!"
Ye Sanniang suddenly stood up and said.
Zhao Rang was caught off guard and almost hit Ye Sanniang.
When he heard her say this, his head shook like a rattle.
"Do you feel like you can't see me more and more clearly?"
Zhao Rang remained silent, but he did think so in his heart.
Ye Sanniang and Shang Shiyi are both third-grade grand masters, which is known all over the world. But she treated Shang Shiyi so obediently in such an understatement, without daring to say a single word. Zhao Rang did not expect that
of.
When she was a branch of Tongbao Bank, she was completely suppressed by Hong Jiang and couldn't get any advantage. Logically speaking, she and Shang Shiyi were at most equal to each other. At least Shang Shiyi could single-handedly pick out the members of the Sihaiyoulong Gang.
Achievements, but Ye Sanniang has nothing to match.
"Sigh... So what if I say it. You have seen everything, do you still need to listen to me?"
"You want to ask the truth because you already have the answer in your heart. Asking again is just to find a way out for yourself. There is no need."
After saying that, Ye Sanniang walked straight forward without waiting for Zhao Rang to reply.
"Brother Rang, are you okay? Where did you go just now?"
Ximen Dazhuang asked first, and brother and sister Yuan Mingkong and Yuan Kexin also came over with worried faces.
"It's okay, look at this!"
The best way to change the topic is to introduce another topic that deserves more attention.
Zhao Rang showed off the black steel sword in his hand, and the three of them were all impressed!
Especially Yuan Mingkong, as a prince with no power or money, he didn't occupy anything but a well-informed person!
"This is... a black steel knife?!"
Zhao Rang smiled and nodded.
Yuan Mingkong was filled with admiration and said with envy:
"Brother, this is the chosen one! First he understood the 'power', and now he has obtained the treasured sword. He is really more powerful than a tiger!"
Zhao Rang was not polite to Yuan Mingkong at all, but said shamelessly:
"No! That means you don't need a knife, otherwise I'll give you a hug!"
Everyone saw that Zhao Rang was fine. He actually found the magic swordsmith that the old cook said and came back with a precious sword. They didn't ask in detail what happened before. The guide took advantage of everyone being happy and weak.
asked:
"Masters, do you still want to go to your pavilion?"
Zhao Rang and Ye Sanniang looked at each other, then laughed and said:
"We're not going! You go and move the horses here, and we'll take advantage of the fog to dissipate and go straight over Songtao Mountain!"