The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

Putting aside his status as the son of patriarch Wen Changjing.

As the leader of the younger generation of the Wen family, Wen Jueyuan also has his own pride.

When he was nine years old, he entered Songyun Sword Mansion to practice and became a well-known figure in Songyun Academy and a young prodigy.

At the age of thirteen, he successfully became an outer disciple of Qinghe Jianfu.

In just four years, he was selected as an inner disciple of Qinghe Jianfu and ranked among the best.

Up to now, his cultivation has reached the fourth level of Bone Refining in the Blood Moving Realm.

Such martial arts achievements, even in Guangling City, are enough to make some big shots feel incomparable!

How could a person like this take a son-in-law like Su Yi seriously?

He even looked down upon domineering and evil young men like Huang Qianjun.

A pair of good friends? What a wonderful description!

Wen Shaobei and others followed and started laughing.

With Wen Jueyuan's support, they were not afraid of Huang Ganjun even in front of the Huang family's sword-making workshop.

Wen Jueyuan, who are you scolding?

Huang Ganjun was furious and his eyes were violent.

Why, did I say something wrong?

Wen Jueyuan looked cold, Who in Guangling City doesn't know that you are a dandy who does all kinds of evil? Who doesn't know that Su Yi is a son-in-law that everyone laughs at?

you……

Huang Ganjun's eyes were red.

Wen Jueyuan laughed and said: In half a month, the 'Dragon Gate Banquet' will kick off, and I will also attend then. You, Mr. Huang, are really capable. Come and have fun together so that I can see what you have learned. how?

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

It's over. People like Wen Jueyuan are going to attend the Dragon Gate Banquet. How can we get the chance to shine?

Don't be discouraged, let's just perform well. As for the first place... only people like Wen Jueyuan are qualified to fight for it.

The young men and women waiting in line to buy weapons were in a commotion, and they were all talking about Wen Jueyuan.

They all have a feeling that the title of first place at the Longmen Banquet will most likely fall on Wen Jueyuan!

This shows how high Wen Jueyuan's reputation is among the younger generation in Guangling City.

Such a scene also made Wen Shaobei and other Wen family members feel light on their faces, and they all held their chests high and their heads high, feeling proud.

Huang Ganjun's complexion was green and white, changing all the time.

But before he could speak, Wen Jueyuan had already casually said:

Don't talk nonsense. If you're interested, I'll see you at the Dragon Gate Banquet!

After that, he left with everyone in the Wen family.

As for Su Yi, he was completely ignored by Wen Jueyuan, who didn't even bother to argue with a loser.

Once he does this, others will only laugh at him. Wen Jue Yuan bullies the weak.

Besides, what's the sense of accomplishment in bullying a son-in-law?

Watching Wen Jueyuan and his party leave, Huang Qianjun clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips, and looked livid.

Isn't it hard?

Su Yi glanced at this dandy young master.

Wen Jueyuan took a deep breath and nodded.

Immediately he seemed to react suddenly and said in a daze: Brother Su, you...what do you think? You are not angry at all?

He was very confused. Back in Juxian Tower, Su Yi easily defeated all the followers around him.

That kind of martial arts power is absolutely extraordinary!

What's more, the connections Su Yi has can make his father, Huang Yunchong, completely bow his head and admit defeat.

Under such circumstances, how could Su Yi just let it go?

Su Yi said casually, It's just the clamor of a little ant. If it can make me angry, I will look down on him. It's a pity that he doesn't deserve it.

Wen Jueyuan was stunned, obviously unable to understand.

Su Yi didn't bother to explain anymore.

But one thing he didn't say was that anyone who was hostile to him, no matter who he was, would have a bad end.

This little episode passed quickly.

Inside the sword-making workshop.

In front of a roaring furnace.

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

Wang Tianyang has sparse hair and is almost bald. He is thin and muscular with bronze skin. He holds a giant hammer in his hand and is hammering a red-hot sword embryo.

Sparks flew everywhere and the room was filled with light.

Old man, my friend is here. It would be convenient for you to help me refine a sword?

Huang Qianjun stood on one side, with a very low posture, smiling and holding his hands.

Wang Tianyang ignored it and kept beating the sword embryo, making a clanging sound, and sparks almost splashed on Huang Ganjun's body.

Huang Qianjun, who was ignored, smiled awkwardly and whispered to Su Yi, Brother Su, Mr. Wang's temper is like this, don't mind it.

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

Huang Ganjun nodded quickly.

Naturally, there is no shortage of materials for forging weapons of all kinds in the sword-making workshop, as well as some valuable and rare items.

After reading all these materials, Su Yi couldn't help but fall silent.

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

Brother Su is not satisfied? This is already the best sword-making workshop in Guangling City. If there is no suitable one, you may have to go to Yunhe County to find a better one.

Huang Ganjun explained.

Su Yi was noncommittal and said: Get ready, I want to buy thirty kilograms of Qingguang Cold Iron, one kilogram of Chiyang Copper Powder, five kilograms of Xuanbing Purified Water...

More than ten kinds of materials were reported.

There are valuable things among them, and there are also ordinary things.

Huang Ganjun wrote them down one by one and ordered the boys in the sword-making workshop to start preparations.

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

Wang Tianyang had finished his work and was lying on a wicker chair to rest. Next to him stood a boy serving him tea and water.

Old man...

As soon as Huang Ganjun opened his mouth this time, Wang Tianyang interrupted, I have refined a sword today, and it took a lot of energy. You can come back in three days.

As he spoke, he picked up the tea cup and began to sip it leisurely.

Huang Qianjun's face was filled with uncertainty. Su Yi was personally invited by him!

But he was rejected on his own territory, where would he put his face?

He took a deep breath and said: Old man, my father has said that all matters related to Brother Su will be handled immediately. You...

Wang Tianyang interrupted again and said displeasedly: Then let your father make the sword for him. I don't have time to serve that Brother Su of yours.

He clearly saw Su Yi next to him, but his words were not polite at all. Even though Huang Ganjun had moved out of Huang Yunchong, he didn't care at all. His airs were not that big.

Master, the materials for refining the weapon are ready.

At this time, a group of boys came carrying a huge box.

Seeing this, Wang Tianyang was the first to get angry and shouted: Who asked you to bring the materials? I have been practicing the sword for half a month. I planned to take a good rest and go to the brothel in the city to have a good time. You guys These heartless people are looking for trouble for me! Move them back!

He was so angry that he stood up from the wicker chair and dropped the teacup in his hand.

The old man is in a hurry to go to the brothel...

Huang Qianjun suddenly understood that with the old man's strong body, it would be quite uncomfortable to hold it in for half a month.

Suddenly, a bold idea came to his mind. Should he give the word 把 to the old man to solve his urgent need first?

Wait a minute.

Seeing that the boys were about to move the materials back again, Su Yi said, I have no intention of borrowing the help of others to make the sword this time.

Huang Qianjun and Wang Tianyang were both stunned.

Can you let me use this furnace?

Su Yi looked at the stove not far away.

Huang Ganjun quickly said: Of course, it's just...Brother Su, are you planning to forge the sword yourself?

Su Yi nodded: Not bad.

As a sword cultivator, only the sword you forge is most suitable for you, and only then can you fully display your swordsmanship.

Hey, so you're here to cause trouble?

Wang Tianyang sneered, his eyes filled with disdain.

A young boy who was still young planned to forge a sword in front of him. This was too provocative.

Old man, please don't misunderstand me. How could my brother Su have such thoughts? He just...

At the end of the day, Huang Qianjun didn't know how to explain it.

He really didn't know beforehand that Su Yi had the intention of forging the sword by himself.

Wang Tianyang was like an aggressive rooster, inspired to be competitive, and said loudly:

There is no need to explain, since provocations have come to the door, how can I, Wang Tianyang, not express his feelings? If this is the case, if word gets out, all the warriors in Guangling City will think that I am afraid of him!

As he said that, he pointed to the stove next to him, stared at Su Yi, and said proudly, You can use this stove as you like, if there is anything else you need, I will satisfy you. If you have any ability, just show it!

Su Yi thought for a moment and said, The fire is not strong enough. How about your burning skills?

Caught off guard by this request, Wang Tianyang couldn't help but froze for a moment, then pointed to his nose and said with a look of disbelief:

You... plan to let me... act as a fireman?!

The atmosphere suddenly became depressing.

The boys present all gasped, seeing that Mr. Wang Tianyang was a little angry.

Huang Qianjun was anxious, and just as he was about to speak out to calm the atmosphere, he saw Su Yi nodded naturally and said:

Since you are the best at making swords in Guangling City, you must also have the best control over the fire. If you light the fire, there should be no mistakes when I make the sword.

Huang Qianjun was dumbfounded. He was a master swordsmith, but he was treated as a fireman by Brother Su... What is this?

Looking at Wang Tianyang again, his chest was heaving violently with anger, his bronze cheeks were flushed, and he was obviously completely irritated.

Old man, please don't be angry. Huang Ganjun quickly comforted him.

Wang Tianyang gritted his teeth and waved his hand fiercely: Go away, I have been making swords for forty years and I have never seen any big storms. It's just a little provocation. You can't stop me!

Isn't it just to light a fire? Yes, I agree!

As he said that, he looked at the boys and ordered, Go and ask the swordsmiths in the workshop to stop what they are doing and come over with me to see the capabilities of this provocateur!

Huang Qianjun secretly shouted that something bad was going to happen, Wang Tianyang was planning to make the matter a big deal!

But when he saw Su Yi's calm and calm expression, he couldn't help but feel something in his heart, remembering the scene at Xinghuang Medical Center yesterday when Su Yi showed off his medical skills.

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ps: Thanks to Brother Bandit, Sister Lianxin, etc. for the monthly tickets for rewarding children’s shoes~I’ll give you more~~