The forging platform that kept surging outwards accounted for two-thirds of the entire shop. An old man with a hunchbacked face was spitting and scolding three or four disciples who also looked like they were coming out of a black coal mine.

One apprentice pulled the bellows in sweat, one apprentice waved the hammer and kept hammering the anvil, and the last apprentice was doing odd jobs, and the envoy was not much better.

“So dirty!”

Qingyao covered her nose. The broken shop was dirtier than her snake cave in the Kunlun Demon Realm. She didn't want to stay here for too long.

Although she is a demon, she is also a demon who loves cleanliness.

Li Xiaobai said angrily: "If you don't like it, go back!"

Qingyao twisted her waist and said nothing after all. She just followed the other party and carefully avoided the miscellaneous items under her feet, for fear of dirt on her skirt.

Hu Li didn't care, but instead looked at the shop deep in the anvil Lane curiously.

The hunchbacked old man who was teaching his apprentice a lesson finally noticed someone entering the store and shouted loudly in anger: "Who are you?"

No wonder there is no business in the shop and there are not many samples presented. The old man's voice alone can scare away many customers.

However, his eyes quickly fell on Li Xiaobai's right hand hanging beside him, and he seemed to be holding a small sword between his fingers.

The hunchbacked old man's expression changed slightly, and he snatched it in two steps in three steps, and said bluntly: "Show me what you have in your hand!"

The other party's attitude scared Li Xiaobai and had to hand over the token Xiaojian honestly.

"snort!"

The hunchbacked old man snatched the small sword straight and squeezed it into his fingers. A fleeting light flashed in his eyes, and then he narrowed slightly, as if he was recalling something.

After a while, he came to his senses from his thoughts, turned his gaze away from the small sword, and threw it on Li Xiaobai, and said, "Is the old blind man good now?" He obviously remembered something from the small sword brought by Li Xiaobai.

"Dead!"

Li Xiaobai raised his eyebrows.

"Dead?"

The hunchbacked old man widened his eyes in surprise, but nodded again and said, "With those killing talents, there is no reason not to fight. If you fight, you will die. It's the same everywhere!"

As he said that, he shook his head helplessly.

"I……"

"Shut up!"

The hunchbacked old man had a very bad temper. As soon as Li Xiaobai opened his mouth, he interrupted with a blatant shout. At the same time, he pointed to his apprentice who was sweating profusely and pushed the bellows: "Go! Go and serve him!"

Li Xiaobai grinned, but saw the other party snatching the hammer from another apprentice's hand and staring at him with a bad expression: "What? I'm not convinced! The old blind man can hand over this token to you. Don't I know what he is thinking? I've been thinking about it for so many years, so what if I meet him for a while, what if I can fulfill him!"

Li Xiaobai had no choice but to walk to the stove in shame, replace the apprentice who had been scolded before, hold the bellows push rod and start pushing and pulling hard.

The rules of this swordsman are really strange and unheard of. He asked him to customize the flying sword and even had to help with the work!

"Idiot! Don't use too much force. If the fire head is too strong, the steel mouth will become brittle. How much strength do you have to squander like this? If the subsequent force is not continued and the charcoal fire is wasted in vain, you can get out now. I don't have so much good green charcoal to let you waste!"

The hunched old man cursed at Li Xiaobai as if he was to his apprentice. When he saw the apprentice who was pushing the bellows showed a sympathy to the other party, his tone changed: "Tiehu, do you think you can eat for free here? Go! Sharpen all the swords in the shop and put them on oil again, and there will be no rust at all!"

"Yes! Master!"

The apprentice drooped his head, took a long sword from the only few weapon racks, took a thick straw mat, and walked into the corner dejectedly.

The sword is unsheathed, but the blade is like a pool of autumn water, adding a little light to the shop. Just looking at the sharp blade is a rare sword. The straw mat woven with straw mats can polish the sword with minimal loss.

It can be seen that the appearance of this Ganji sword shop is inconspicuous at all, but it contains a few top-notch products!

"Young Master!"

No one paid attention to Hu Li and Qingyao. Whether it was the hunchbacked old man or the other three honest apprentices, the former was not interested in seeing them at all, while the latter was not distracted, for fear that if there was a slight mistake, they would be scolded for being scolded.

"What's the argument? Go out!"

The hunchbacked old man seemed impatient with the sounds other than ironing and sharpening swords and pulling the bellows. He pointed directly outside the store, trying to chase people away.

"You guys go outside first!"

Li Xiaobai had something to ask for and was reluctant to give up the flying sword tailored for himself, so he had to pinch his nose and accept his fate.

He suddenly remembered something, raised his sword and pointed it at the witch beside Hu Li and threatened: "Qingyao, don't leave my sight, otherwise I will cum!"

A demon clan in the transformation realm wanders around the imperial capital of a human country. God knows what kind of similar waves will be caused.

Recruiting dragon girls in Lezhou City is a lesson. Li Xiaobai doesn't want to be caught by some fairies in any temple. Just dealing with those bald donkeys is very heartbreaking.

Although wearing a woman's special hat, Qingyao twisted her waist reluctantly, but stood honestly at the door of the store. Hu Li was not dirty, so she picked up a tinder brick and sat on the ground.

The hunchbacked old man's voice rang in the shop again. After scolding his eldest disciple, he scolded Li Xiaobai, and then his second disciple and third disciple, and no one was spared.

It was almost noon when more than a dozen well-dressed servants came to the dilapidated Ganji sword shop with a young man.

"Hurry up, give me a shrew!"

The young man didn't look at Qingyao and Hu Li at the door, and strode into the store, kneeled to the ground at the hunchbacked old man, and shouted loudly: "Master is here, please accept a prayer from your disciple!"

Before he could finish, he knelt on the ground and bowed to the old man’s three disciples and said, “Senior brothers, you are polite!”

The hunchbacked old man stared at the uninvited guest and said angrily: "Changsun Dingmen! How many times have I said that I will not accept disciples ten years ago, and I will not accept them in the future! Go out! You are not welcome here!"

But the young man suddenly realized that he had not heard of it and shouted to the servant beside him: "What are you doing when you are stunned? Why don't you take the shit up?"

The servants quickly put down the load they were carrying and squeezed the small shop tightly with wooden plates.

A ingot of gold ingots, silver ingots, and high-quality silk immediately made this dirty and messy craftsman shop more rich.

Except for Li Xiaobai's still calm expression, the old man's three apprentices forgot about the movements of their hands when they looked at the gold, silver and silk. They all swallowed their saliva involuntarily, obviously moved by it.

Only Li Xiaobai was left in the shop, pushing and pulling the bellows regularly, and suddenly became quiet.

"Let's go! Let's go! I don't accept disciples, don't you hear?"

The hunchbacked old man refused to sell the account, shook his hand hard, rushed forward, pulled the young man up directly from the ground, and pushed it out of the shop.

A servant holding a gold and silver plate could not stand the inexplicable arrogance and indifference of such a bad old man, and immediately shouted: "Old man, don't be ignorant of politeness. My young master is the second young master of the owner of Baiqi Pavilion. Be careful to flatten your shop so that you can't stay in this Tianjing City. Oh, young master." Before he finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his face and staggered, and almost even the wooden plate and gold and silver in his hand almost flew out.

"Shut up! Is there any thing that is not eye-catching here for you to speak?"

Changsun Dingmen withdrew his hand and severely scolded the rude servant. The latter knelt down in panic, and a clearly visible palm print appeared on his face. The slap was very strong, and half of his face immediately became swollen.

"The servant said nothing, please forgive me. I sincerely become a disciple. Please forgive me!"

Changsun Ding bowed to the end again, looking very sincere.

The hunchbacked old man said impatiently: "I said that if you don't accept disciples, you won't accept disciples anymore. Don't think about it anymore. If you can't learn these three unscrupulous things, you will keep going into the coffin with me!"

When he said this, the three apprentices in the shop were frightened. Although they had been following the master for many years and were no less skilled than the masters in other shops in the Anvil Lane, none of them had learned the master's true skills.
Chapter completed!