"Do you know about inflammation poison?"

"...You must know about Yan Du."

Yan Wulu didn't give the other party a chance to defend himself, he came to his own conclusion.

Seeing that Zhao Linglong looked stunned for a moment, Yan Wulu continued -

"...I want you to help me relieve a person's inflammation and poison."

Zhao Linglong was a little surprised, and she swallowed silently.

Although I don't know how the other party found out my identity, at least I know what the other party wants.

"There is no cure for the poison of inflammation. This has long been the consensus of the world."

Zhao Linglong said perfunctorily: "...Young master, you probably don't know this, right?"

"If there are questions, there will be answers."

"If there is poison, there must be an antidote."

"These are just things that haven't been found yet."

Yan Wulu said, confidently and calmly, "...if there is really no cure for the inflammation poison and death is inevitable, then the inflammation demon should be the first to die."

Faced with Yan Wulu's clever argument, Zhao Linglong had nothing to say.

Anyway, she didn't want to argue with the other party about this.

"I want to stay here. I have things to do. I can't go with you."

"What is it? I can help you do it."

Facing Yan Wulu's answer, Zhao Linglong was suddenly stunned, as if an idea suddenly appeared in her mind.

She looked at Yan Wulu with a playful expression and asked -

"Young Master is from the Northern Xinjiang royal family, from the Wanyan clan?"

"no."

"Then, the young master is..."

...The descendant of the three major vassal kings in the south?

Zhao Linglong was about to say something when she suddenly saw Yan Wulu wearing the unique clothing of the northern Xinjiang people.

She laughed to herself for a moment, thinking that there was no such possibility, and swallowed the unfinished words back in her stomach.

"Then, in this case, Master, you can't help me with this matter."

Zhao Linglong said, turned around and continued to strike at the casting platform.

Yan Wulu was not discouraged, but seemed to be more confident.

"What if I say, I must take you away?"

"Since you know that I am the descendant of the Demon of Flame, you should also know how strong the descendant of the demon is."

Zhao Linglong suddenly put down the hammer in her hand.

She stood up and reached out, stroking a pair of black iron fist gloves placed on the stone wall, looked at Yan Wulu, and continued: "...Young Master is so confident that you can take me away?"

"Everything must be tried."

"Young Master is a nice person and good-looking. I don't want to be your enemy."

Zhao Linglong said with some hesitation, "...Besides, I have stayed in Baikal City for so long. I don't want to reveal my identity unless I have to."

"...Well, why don't I compete with the young master? If the young master wins, I will go with you; if the young master loses, I will go by myself."

Yan Wulu chuckled when he heard the sound, "Okay, but it doesn't hurt the harmony."

"...I wonder what Miss Zhao wants to compare?"

"If we fight, I'm afraid I'll bully you because of my heavy hand."

Zhao Linglong thought seriously.

Suddenly, she knocked in her hand and said directly: "...How about blacksmithing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Linglong shook her head as if she was going back on her word, "...No way, sir, how can you possibly be able to forge iron with such an aristocratic appearance, sir?"

"Just strike iron."

Yan Wulu was not polite at all, he proposed his own method.

"...How about I designate someone to compete with you on my behalf?"

"...She is a casting genius that I have personally confirmed. Casting and calcination, I have never seen her lose to anyone in this matter."

"oh?"

Zhao Linglong seemed to be aroused for a moment with a desire to win. "...I pride myself on having some experience in casting, but no one has ever boasted of me like this in front of others."

"...I would also like to meet someone who can make you, my lord, trust you so much."

…

Yan Wulu quickly asked someone to invite Jiang Yueling over.

When Jiang Yueling came here, she didn't quite understand the situation...

Yan Wulu came to Jiang Yueling and whispered. He briefly explained the bet with Zhao Linglong to Jiang Yueling.

When Jiang Yueling heard this, his eyebrows turned and he nodded slightly.

The expression on his face gradually became a bit playful and evil...

"Brother Wulu, you want to take the little beauty back to Yanbei, but in the end, you still need Yue Ling to help you?"

When Yan Wulu heard this, his head suddenly blackened.

"Yue Ling, don't make trouble. I'm just doing this for business, not for beauty or not."

"Hahaha, I know, it's just a joke."

Jiang Yueling smiled and said: "...Brother Wulu is much more rigid now than before."

Yan Wulu was speechless when he heard this... Do you think you are?

Is it because Jiang Yueling's words are becoming more and more inappropriate?

He shook his head to clear away the messy thoughts in his mind.

Jiang Yueling also stepped forward at this moment. As she walked, she tied her long hair behind her with both hands. After tying it, she suddenly looked much more capable and shrewd.

She stopped and picked up the forging apron on the casting table of the blacksmith shop next to her.

Yan Wulu immediately stepped forward to her side and helped Jiang Yueling tie her apron with her own hands.

"Yue Ling, come on. Whether master's poison can be cured depends on your test." Yan Wulu whispered beside Jiang Yueling.

He believed Jiang Yueling would definitely win...

But even if he loses, he will take Zhao Linglong away. Even if it is tied with a rope, he will tie Zhao Linglong back to the North!

When Jiang Yueling heard Yan Wulu's voice, she smiled and gestured slightly to express her relief.

She looked at Zhao Linglong in front of her and said, "Let's get started, Miss Zhao."

Zhao Linglong also clasped her fists slightly when she heard this.

"Miss Jiang, please enlighten me." (1)

As soon as he finished speaking, two blazing fires ignited from the casting platform in front of them, like pillars of fire shooting straight up.

Under the firelight.

Jiang Yueling, with her long hair tied up, looks particularly beautiful.

…

Colorful fire.

Iron flower remodeling.

On the two casting platforms, the moment the molten iron rose into the sky, it suddenly spread out like stars filling the sky.

The beauty holding the hammer is like a goddess scattering flowers, gorgeous and dazzling.

After a long time, the prototypes of the two weapons gradually emerged...

…

"I lost."

Zhao Linglong collapsed directly on the ground, looking decadent.

Her eyes were full of disbelief.

Zhao Linglong gradually raised her head and looked at Jiang Yueling, who was unhurriedly cleaning up the casting platform.

The opponent's back is straight, his posture is graceful, and every move he makes is far more elegant and graceful than his own...

Moreover, the weapons forged are of better quality and take less time than your own.

Full of curiosity, she asked: "Miss Jiang, how do you know these things? How did you... forge a sword of this quality?"

Jiang Yueling smiled slightly when he heard this.

She came to Zhao Linglong, pulled her up with one hand, and said modestly -

"Want to learn? I'll teach you."

"...But before that, Miss Zhao, you have to go back to Yanbei with us."

"Yanbei?" Zhao Linglong keenly grasped the key word in the words.
To be continued...