The cold wind came slowly from Nanshan, rolling up patches of snow, making it look increasingly desolate.
A group of people came through the snow.
These people walked vigorously and had tall and straight figures. They were either wearing black martial robes or tight-fitting robes. They all had swords on their bodies, and their breaths were condensed and cold.
There is a person in front of him, eight feet tall, with starry eyes and a wide face. The cold wind stirs up the silver-white flying fish suit as he steps, and the embroidered spring knife is looming.
"Master Baihu, this kid really wants it! His skills are no less shady than yours."
A group of people walked over and looked at the still alive Poison Dragon Town. They were all amazed, and a handsome young man joked.
"Lin An, are you itchy?"
Cao Jinlie held down the Xiuchundao and cursed with a smile, but he was also a little surprised:
"What a treasure in the ocean! There is such a talent in little Black Mountain County? Yes, yes. Our commander is really reliable for once!"
"Our commander..."
After hearing this, several of the Jinyi guards trembled, with wry smiles on their faces.
Of the twenty-seven commanders of the Nine Paths of the Ming Dynasty, none is more unreliable than this one.
"God knows where your lord is now?"
Lin An looked sad:
"Yu Lingxian from Liansheng Cult, Duan Fei from Changliu Mountain, Yulong Sanren from Bailongxuan, Wang Jianhao from Nanling Sword Sect, An Pingfei from Qingzhou Army...
These are all good players, but if you are alone, you may not be able to do what you want."
"With the Great Cloud Eagle, except for the remaining spirit immortals, how can the rest of us keep up with us?"
Cao Jinlie said, feeling very unhappy.
They killed several good horses along the way. They failed to keep up and ran in a state of embarrassment.
"I hope you can get that Dao Fruit Weiwei~"
Lin An shook his head.
"Forget it, if we follow him, I'm afraid we won't be of much help. We might as well go see our little colleague."
Someone suggested.
After losing track of Yu Fengxian, they turned back all the way and it took several days to catch up with this new colleague.
"In my opinion, we won't be busy for now."
Lin An glanced at the trembling prison car beside the road and said softly:
"This kid killed the people in Dulong Village, and I'm afraid Sima Yang won't let it go. Why don't we see how this young colleague handles it?"
The other Jin Yiwei looked at each other and were a little moved.
"Nonsense! How can there be such a rule in Jinyiwei? If the commander knows about it, I'm afraid he will skin you."
Cao Jinlie glared at several people and shook his head:
"Besides, do you really think our little colleague is so reckless?"
"What do you think, Master Baihu?"
Lin An was slightly startled:
"Is this guy waiting for us?"
"How could a boy who was born a beggar and has been hanging out in the market for many years be so reckless? I'm afraid he has been waiting for us for a long time..."
Cao Jinlie smiled faintly:
"Let's go and meet our little colleague!"
…
…
Dulong Town is not big, but it is well-equipped with all kinds of shops, and there is certainly no shortage of blacksmith shops.
And because they have been making weapons and even hidden weapons all year round, their technology is much better than that of Black Mountain City's blacksmith shop.
After Yang Yu had eaten, drank, and refreshed himself, he took the long sword and came to the blacksmith shop.
"This sword is indeed forged from black iron, but the black iron is not enough, so it's just a forged black iron sword."
Amidst the strong smoke and smoke, the half-shirted blacksmith answered respectfully.
He had also heard about the battle during the day, but the sudden visit of this murderous man caught him by surprise.
"One refinement?"
Yang Yu's heart moved.
Before this, he had only come into contact with swords forged from black iron, and the only ones related to black iron were Liu Wenpeng's arrowheads.
However, he naturally has some understanding of Xuantie. After all, his demand for gold and iron has no limit.
The price of black iron is expensive. There is a saying that one tael of black iron is ten taels of gold. The price is naturally because it is rare and powerful.
"Sir, the Black Iron Soldiers have a saying of hundreds of forgings and thousands of refinements since ancient times. It is said that the Black Iron Soldiers' forging has no limit and its power is infinite."
The blacksmith answered respectfully.
Xuantie is a different kind of iron, very different from any gold number. It can transmit internal energy and blood energy, and it can resonate with people like it has meridians.
It is the best raw material for weapons.
One tempering consumes a portion of dark iron, and the amount of dark iron required for hundreds of thousands of forgings is huge, but once it is forged, it is extremely powerful.
"There are not many black iron soldiers in the world who can withstand thousands of tempers, and most of them are handed down from ancient times. For example, the phoenix-winged gold-plated iron of King Zhao of the West Prefecture is said to be made of black iron base material, supplemented by the elites of Baijin.
become."
The blacksmith said, looking forward to it.
Naturally, he has also fought with black iron weapons, but they were only one-refined at best, and he had never seen even ten-refined weapons, let alone a magic weapon that had been refined for hundreds of thousands of times.
"There are so many explanations, which really gives me some insight."
Yang Yu nodded and handed him the long sword:
"Melt it!"
"ah?"
The blacksmith was startled and hurriedly tried to persuade him: "It is not easy to make a soldier out of black iron. Wouldn't it be a pity to melt it?"
"Bring me a knife."
Yang Prison also handed over the butcher knife.
Hu Wan is considered a rich man.
This pig-killing knife was made entirely of iron and was heavy. It was the best weapon he had ever come into contact with.
If not, he wouldn't be carrying such a broken butcher's knife.
Once all matters were discussed, Yang Yu came out of the blacksmith shop.
It was approaching dusk, and the already deserted Dulong Town became even more deserted. There were no people on the streets and only a few shops were open.
Yang Prison didn't bother much, and returned to the original restaurant with the medicinal materials he bought earlier.
Seeing that the shopkeeper was about to close the door, he stopped him and ordered a table of delicious food to be served.
"this…"
The shopkeeper took the money and felt a little numb: "Mr. Yang, you have ordered so many dishes. I'm afraid that if another thirty people come, they won't be able to finish them all, right?"
People who practice martial arts have a big appetite, so of course the people who open their shops will know this.
But the amount of food was too much.
Even if thirty burly men opened their bellies and ate until they died, they might not be able to finish it all.
"Just do it, who said I can eat alone?"
Yang Yu dismissed the shopkeeper with a wave of his hand.
He walked to the second floor on his own and sat down in his original position. The previous mess had been tidied up.
The chief escort of the Ping An Escort Bureau, Gong Yang Jing, and other escort chiefs were also eating. Seeing Yang Yu come in, several of them shuddered subconsciously.
It was Gong Yangjing who raised his hand and said hello.
"You haven't left yet?"
Yang Yu was a little surprised.
He made such a big fuss today because everyone knew something was going to happen next, so it was best to leave as early as possible.
Escorts are most afraid of getting involved in trouble. He thought these people had already left.
"To be honest, I am here to wait for Master Yang."
Gongyang Jing looked serious:
"I admire Brother Yang's martial arts greatly. I came here to ask Master Yang to go on the road with us so that we can take care of each other!
Although the power of Dulong Village is not small, our Ping An Escort Bureau is not afraid of them provoking any provocation."
"You want to recruit me?"
Yang Yu was startled and slightly dumbfounded:
"Chief Bodyguard, how many generations has the Security Bodyguard Agency been in business?"
"Huh? The Ping An Escort Bureau was opened by my great-grandfather, and it has been passed down to me for four generations. There are few people in Qingzhou who don't give me face."
Gongyang Jing was a little proud.
He wanted to recruit Yang Yu, so he took a fancy to his martial arts and temperament.
He was still a little regretful when he was rejected when he talked to him before. Before leaving, he thought about recruiting him again.
"Your ancestor's martial arts must be very high."
Yang Prison sighed.
Although the level of martial arts cannot be seen at a glance, it can be seen to some extent from the spirit and energy displayed on the outside.
Gongyang Jing's martial arts is not weak, he is even better than Feng Sanyu, but he may not be the latter's opponent in a real fight, and he still expects Dulong Village to sell face.
That's really...
"That's natural. The boss, the bodyguard, was also a famous expert on Qingzhou Road back then. It's not that easy for ordinary people to join our bodyguard agency!"
The several bodyguard leaders couldn't stand Yang Yu's attitude, and their tone of voice was somewhat mocking.
"Yang appreciates the kindness of the escort leader, but you guys should leave early."
By this time, the food and wine had been served, and Yang Yu said nothing more.
"It's hard to persuade a damn devil with good words."
Several of the escort chiefs sneered.
They really couldn't understand why the chief escort cared about this person. In their opinion, although this kid had high martial arts skills, he was still young.
It was easy to kill those gangsters before, but half of them were useless.
What you don't realize is how amazing he is.
Gongyang Jingye sighed:
"Brother Yang's martial arts skills are no less than mine, but he can't travel around the world without someone to help each other.
I still hope you will consider it carefully. Our Security Bodyguard Bureau can be considered a well-known force on the ground in Qingzhou..."
"Ah!"
Suddenly, a disdainful laughter came from downstairs:
"When a dung beetle fell into the red mud, why are you pretending to be a roasted chestnut? When did your Ping An Bodyguard Bureau become a prominent force in Qingzhou?"
"Dare you insult the escort? Who are you? You are so brave!"
Several of the escort leaders were furious, and some even had their swords unsheathed with murderous intent.
"you……"
The yelling and cursing stopped abruptly.
The several escort heads were all stunned on the spot, and the faces of those who drew their swords trembled:
"Fly, fly, flying fish suit!"
Da da da~
The crisp sound of footsteps was like a drum beating in the hearts of several people, and Gong Yangjing's expression became solemn and fearful.
A person's name, a tree's shadow.
Not to mention Qingzhou, Jinyiwei is definitely one of the few major forces in the Daozhou of the Ming Dynasty, and even in the territories of several other major dynasties.
How can they be offended?
"Ha~"
Cao Jinlie walked up to the second floor slowly, ignoring the stunned escorts, and looked at Yang Yu calmly:
"I know you have a temper, too. How can you allow these toads to brag so wildly?"
Yang Yu poured the wine one by one without paying attention:
“Is it illegal to brag?”
"Well…"
Cao Jinlie was startled, then burst out laughing, and the few guards who came up behind also laughed, and the solemn atmosphere suddenly dispersed.
"get out!"
Lin An glanced coldly, and several pretentious bodyguards left in a hurry, looking embarrassed.
"I expected you to be behind me, but I didn't expect you to come like this."
Yang Yu had a headache:
"I'm going to Liumen to report on my duties..."
"If everyone knows it, what's the problem?"
Cao Jinlie sat down with a golden sword, raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp, and then breathed out: