Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    Aside from being the son of the patriarch Wen Changjing.

    As a leader of the younger generation of the Wen family, Wen Jueyuan is also proud of himself.

    At the age of nine, he entered the Songyun Sword House to practice cultivation and became a well-known figure in the Songyun Academy, a young wizard.

    At the age of thirteen, he successfully became a disciple of the outer sect of Qinghe Sword House.

    In just four years, he was selected as a disciple of the inner sect of Qinghe Sword House, ranking among the best.

    These martial arts achievements, placed in Guangling City, are enough to make some big men sigh!

    How could someone like this look down on a son-in-law like Su Yi?

    He doesn't even care about Huang Qianjun's domineering villains.

    "A pair of friends? This is a wonderful description!"

    Wen Shaobei and others followed suit and laughed.

    With Wen Jueyuan's backing, even in front of the Huang family's sword casting workshop, they are not afraid of Huang Qianjun.

    "Wen Jueyuan, who are you scolding?"

    Huang Qianjun was furious and his eyes were violent.

    "What, am I wrong?"

    Wen Jueyuan looked indifferent, "In Guangling City, who doesn't know that you are a scoundrel? Who doesn't know that Su Yi is a son-in-law who is ridiculed by everyone?"

    "You..."

     Huang Qianjun's eyes were red.

    Wen Jueyuan laughed and said, "After half a month, the 'Dragon Gate Banquet' will kick off, and then I will also participate. Get up and play and let me see how?"

    As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar nearby.

    "It's over, people like Wen Jueyuan actually want to attend the Dragon Gate Banquet, how can we still have a chance to show off?"

    "Don't be discouraged, let's do well. As for the first place... Only people like Wen Jueyuan are qualified to win."

    Those young men and women who were waiting in line to buy weapons were in a commotion, and they were all talking about it, and the topics were all around Wen Jueyuan alone.

    They all have a feeling that the title of No. 1 at the Dragon Gate Banquet will most likely fall on Wen Jueyuan!

    This shows how famous Wen Jueyuan is in the younger generation of Guangling City.

    Such a scene also made Wen Shaobei and other children of the Wen family feel that their faces were bright, their chests were raised, and they were proud.

    Huang Qianjun's complexion was pale and unpredictable.

    But before he could speak, Wen Jueyuan casually said:

    "Don't talk nonsense, see you at the Dragon Gate Banquet!"

    After all, he led the literary family away.

    As for Su Yi, he was completely ignored by Wen Jueyuan, and he didn't bother to argue with a useless person.

    Once this is done, others will only laugh at him for being bullying.

    Besides, what sense of accomplishment is there in bullying a son-in-law?

    Watching Wen Jueyuan and his party leave, Huang Qianjun clenched his fists tightly, his lips pursed, his face ashen and ugly.

    "It's hard, isn't it?"

    Su Yi glanced at the dandy young master.

    Wen Jueyuan took a deep breath and nodded.

    Immediately he reacted abruptly, and said stunnedly: "Brother Su, you... what do you think? You're not angry at all?"

    He was very puzzled. Back then, in Juxianlou, Su Yi easily defeated all the servants around him.

    That kind of martial arts power is by no means comparable!

    What's more, Su Yi's connections can make his father Huang Yunchong bow his head completely.

    Under such circumstances, how could Su Yi just forget about it?

    Su Yi said casually, "It's just the clamor of a little ant. If it makes me angry, I'll look at him highly. Unfortunately, he doesn't deserve it."

    Wen Jueyuan was stunned, obviously unable to understand.

    Su Yi was too lazy to explain.

    But there is one thing he didn't say. Anyone who is hostile to him, no matter who it is, will not end well.

    This little episode soon passed.

    Inside the Swordsmith.

    In front of a raging fire.

    Under the leadership of Wen Jueyuan, Su Yi successfully met the famous swordsmith "Wang Tianyang" in Guangling City.

    Wang Tianyang has sparse hair, almost bald, thin and lean, with bronzed skin, holding a giant hammer and hammering a fiery red sword embryo.

    The room was filled with sparks.

    "Master, my friend is here, can you please help me refine a sword?"

    Huang Qianjun stood on one side, his posture was very low, and he smiled and cupped his hands.

    Wang Tianyang ignored it, and beat the sword embryo to himself, making a thud, and the sparks almost splashed on Huang Qianjun.

    The ignored Huang Qianjun smiled awkwardly and whispered to Su Yi, "Brother Su, Lao Wang's temper is like this, don't mind."

    Su Yi said: "Let him be busy first, and you take me to see the iron materials needed for sword making."

    Huang Qianjun nodded quickly.

    After reading all these materials, Su Yi couldn't help falling into silence.

    Even those precious refining materials are almost all of ordinary quality.

    "Brother Su is not satisfied? This is already the best sword casting workshop in Guangling City. If there is no suitable one, maybe you can only go to Yunhe County City to find a better one. "

    Huang Qianjun explained.

    Su Yi was noncommittal and said: "You prepare, I want to buy 30 catties of blue light cold iron, 1 catty of Chiyang copper powder, and 5 catties of mysterious ice water..."

    More than ten kinds of materials were reported.

    There are precious things and ordinary things.

    Huang Qianjun wrote them down one by one, and instructed the servant in the sword casting workshop to start preparing.

    And he took Su Yi back the same way and came to the place where Wang Tianyang was.

    Wang Tianyang has finished his work and is resting in the rattan chair, next to a servant standing serving tea and pouring water.

    "Old man..."

    Just as Huang Qianjun spoke this time, Wang Tianyang interrupted, "This old man has refined a sword today, and it takes a lot of energy. Come back in three days."

    Speaking, he picked up the tea cup and sipped it leisurely.

    Huang Qianjun's face was cloudy for a while, Su Yi was personally invited by him!

    But he was rejected on his own site, which made him lose face?

    He took a deep breath and said: "Master, my father can say, but everything about Brother Su will be done immediately, you..."

    Wang Tianyang interrupted again and said displeasedly, "Then let your father make swords for him, I don't have time to serve your brother Su."

    He clearly saw that Su Yi was beside him, but his words were not polite at all, even if Huang Qianjun had moved out of Huang Yunchong, he didn't care at all, the shelf was not so big.

    "Master, the refining materials are ready."

    At this time, a group of servants came with a huge box.

    Seeing this, Wang Tianyang was the first to get angry and shouted: "Who asked you to bring the materials? Lao Tzu has been refining swords for half a month, and he planned to take a good rest. Go to a brothel in the city and have a good time, but you heartless people are looking for trouble for Lao Tzu! Move them back to me!"

    He was very angry, got up from the rattan chair, and dropped the tea cup in his hand.

    "The co-author is in a hurry to go to the brothel..."

    Huang Qianjun understood all at once, it was really uncomfortable to hold back for half a month with the old man's sturdy body.

    Suddenly, he had a bold idea in his heart, should he give the word "挊" to the old man to solve the urgent need first?

    "Wait."

    Seeing that the little servants were going to bring the materials back again, Su Yi said, "I don't plan to use others' hands to help me with this sword casting."

    Huang Qianjun and Wang Tianyang were stunned.

    "Can I use this furnace?"

    Su Yi looked at the stove not far away.

    Huang Qianjun hurriedly said: "Of course, but... Brother Su, are you planning to make a sword yourself?"

    Su Yi nodded: "Yes."

    "Yo, so you're a kid here to make a mess?"

    Wang Tianyang sneered, with disdain in his eyes.

    A young boy who is still young, intends to forge a sword in front of him, this is too provocative.

    "Master, please don't misunderstand, my brother Su may have such thoughts, he is just..."

    In the end, Huang Qianjun didn't know how to explain it.

    He really didn't know beforehand that Su Yi was actually thinking of making a sword by himself.

    Like a fighting cock, Wang Tianyang was inspired to compete and said loudly:

    "No need to explain, since all the provocations came, how could the old man Wang Tianyang not express it? If so, if it spreads out, all the warriors in Guangling City think that I am afraid of him!"

    Speaking, he pointed to the stove next to him, stared at Su Yi, and said proudly, "You can use this stove as you like, do you need anything else, the old man will satisfy you, what ability do you have? Just show it off!"

    Su Yi thought for a while, and said, "The fire is not strong enough, how is your fire skill?"

     Hearing this request, Wang Tianyang couldn't help being stunned for a while, then he pointed to his nose after a while, and said incredulously:

    "You... plan to use me... as a fireman?!"

    The atmosphere was suddenly suppressed.

    The little servants at the scene were all gasping for breath, seeing that Mr. Wang Tianyang was a little angry.

    Huang Qianjun was in a hurry. Just as he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, he saw Su Yi nodded naturally and said:

     "Since you are the best at casting swords in Guangling City, you must also have the strongest control over the fire. You will burn the fire. When I cast the sword, there should be no mistakes."

    Huang Qianjun was dumbfounded. The dignified generation of swordsmiths was used by Brother Su as a fire-burner... What is this called?

    Looking at Wang Tianyang again, his chest heaved violently with anger, and his bronzed cheeks were flushed a lot, obviously completely provoked.

    "Master, don't be angry." Huang Qianjun quickly comforted.

    Wang Tianyang gritted his teeth and waved his hand violently: "Go away, this old man has been casting swords for 40 years, and I have never seen any strong winds or waves. It's just a few provocations. I can't help it!"

    "Isn't it just burning fire? Yes, I promise!"

    Speaking, he looked at the little servants and ordered, "Go, let the swordsmiths in the workshop stop what they are doing, come over with the old man, and see this door-to-door. The ability of a provocateur!"

    Huang Qianjun secretly shouted that it was bad, Wang Tianyang was planning to make things worse!

    But when I saw Su Yi's indifferent and calm expression, I couldn't help but move in my heart, thinking of the scenes when Su Yi showed his medical skills in Xinghuang Medical Center yesterday.

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