The Human Emperor

“Pass my order, take the best sword in the family, also send it to Qingfeng upstairs, let everyone see, what is the best sword! ”

After receiving the news, Elder Cheng issued the order at the first time without hesitation.

“But elder, that's 1,200 taels...”

The gambling threshold was high, and a disciple of the Cheng family tried to warn him, but he was interrupted before he finished speaking.

“Huh, do you think we're gonna lose? ”

Cheng glared at his eyes and his face was unhappy.

“The disciple dares not! ”

The disciple of the speaking family hurriedly lowered his head and was filled with fear.

“This is our chance, no matter what the unnamed pawn of the crowd is. One hundred and two hundred taels of gold can be used in exchange for a chance to crush other families and compete for the first sword in the world. Where can I find such an opportunity? In contrast, what does 1,200 taels of gold mean? ”

Cheng Ye Qing Dao.

This contest, whether Cheng Jia, Zhang Jia, Lu Jia, Huang Jia, nobody dares to hold it, otherwise it will become the enemy of the people.

But when Qingfeng stood up, all this was completely different. This is an opportunity to sew!

In the past, Cheng Jia will notify several other families of any news, but this time, Cheng Jia did not say anything. He quietly sent a sword to Qingfeng Tower and hung up.

And the same happened to the Lu family, the Huang family and the Li family in Beijing City. The centuries-old sword casting family secretly sent their swords to the Qingfeng building this time!

Everybody's “little move” to each other, but this time nobody's breaking it.

“Hey, we only have 6,700 taels of sword in the Great Sword Tower, how dare this boy sell 4,5000 in a place like the King Master! We can't even do this! ”

“If this boy didn't set the rules, we wouldn't be able to get to the door on our own. But now... you asked for this! ”

More than just a few large sword casting families, in the capital city, a large sword shop, the Great Sword House has long accumulated a great deal of dissatisfaction in the heart.

Wang Chung has rocked the city so much, the loud and noisy day of the gong drum, the most direct influence is not actually a few large sword casting houses, but their big sword shop, the big sword building, jumping out of the sky such an uninterrupted customer, has long caused dissatisfaction among the family.

“Go! Take out the treasure of our township in the Great Sword Tower. Even if we don't get the first name in the world this time, we have to bleed the guy a little and teach him a hard lesson! ”

In the capital, a large sword building and sword shop were almost negotiated. All of them took out their own swords from their towns and towns and sent them to Qingfeng Tower.

This kind of sword fight, if one wins, is more than 4,000, ten is more than 40,000, which is enough for anyone and forces to bleed a little!

Whatever your thoughts, when a large number of swords from the Sino-Turkish Divinity were involved in this battle, the impact of this sword battle suddenly grew.

“Go! Let the Chinese people of the Middle East see the strength of our western food and a treasure knife! Don't think this is Middle-earth territory and look down on us! ”

A large number of disgruntled West Side swordsmen also joined.

The whole thing is like a snowball, getting bigger and getting a little out of control! Even some sword casters, sword shops, forces outside the sword tower were drawn in.

Do you really think your sword is the number one sword in the world? ”

The incident continued to ferment, and it was not noticed that a strong man with his disfigured “beard” stood in the crowd and looked up at a handle sword upstairs and smiled.

Qingfeng Tower is by no means a small street deep alley that nobody cares about. On the contrary, it is close to the palace of the Great Tang Dynasty. People flow like shuttles. It is not wealthy or expensive to and from. It is either a wealthy merchant giant Jia or a master martial artist.

Something so big happened in Qingfeng Tower almost immediately attracted the attention of many people.

Luo Hu is one of them.

“Ten years of calibration, no one asked, became famous and shocked. When I build that sword, I'll show you what the real world is first! ”

Luo Hu Hu Zhuang's eyes revealed a gloomy anger. Finally, he took a deep look at the sword upstairs. Luo Hu Hu Zhuang's eyes retracted. No one was shocked. One person walked straight through the crowd and quietly left.

Leaving the city gate, a wide official route exited along the undulating mountains, passing through the deep, shoulder-deep shrubs, and finally to the top of a deserted, deserted mountain.

On the top of the mountain, bare, you can smell a strong smell of furnace fire from afar.

Approaching, you can see the top of the mountain, full of broken swords, seven vertical and eight vertical, thrown everywhere. Right in the middle of these dense and numb swords, a sword stands.

Next to Jianlu, a tall iron stove still had fireworks, and there was a rolling smoke inside.

The bearded man walked over, bowed down, clamped a branded sword embryo in the stove with a plier, placed it on the iron plate, then clanked and struck.

This sword embryo is four fingers wide, five feet long, and unusually broad. Although not yet fully refined, it gives an unusually hard feeling.

“Copper, chromium, tin… I pecked 10 years of secret formula and now I'm finally going to refine into the world's toughest and sharpest sword! This time, I want all the sword casting families in the world to see what a true sword casting master is! ”

The bearded man flashed a thought in his mind. The iron hammer in his hand swung faster and stronger, and countless Mars burst out from under his hammer.

In the deep mountains, deserted and unknown, there is also an unknown master of sword casting.

As a descendant of a clandestine swordcaster, Luo Hu Man had an ancient blood of a sword casting tribe, tender. This is the first ancient tribe in the world to make iron.

Although this tribe has long been extinguished in history, Luo Hu Zhuanghan has succeeded in passing on an ancient soft recipe!

The greatest wish of a strong beard man in his life is to inherit the legacy of his ancestors, not only to refine the sharpest sword in the world, but also to refine the hardest sword in the world, no matter what the strong can break, thus washing away the shame once suffered by an ancestor!

And this time, it's my best chance!

“Ding, ding, ding, ding! ”

At the top of the mountain, the wind whistles, and the fire bears rise tens of feet high. The fire continued to burn, from dark to dawn, and never stopped.

On the third pole of the day, the flame at the top of the deep mountain finally stopped.

The bearded man with a new sword came out of the furnace, tired, but satisfied to get out of the sword and leave the deep mountain. Upstairs, Qingfeng has an extra sword!

……

Qingfeng upstairs sword gambling wind, constant fermentation, just a short day, participation in Qingfeng building sword gambling reached more than 20, which is still the result of screening.

Even the high threshold of 1,200 taels of gold won't stop them!

Jingcheng's four major sword casting families, sword merchants in the west, as well as Jingcheng's sword tower, sword shop, and some unknown sword casting masters... Wei Hao has long been busy with his hands and feet, and Jiaotou sucks.

This wind wave has come to this point, and he is far from expecting it. The emergence of Mossad, like a fuse, detonated the entire Beijing arms market.

A large number of swordcasters, swordhouses, swordsmiths, swordcasters, and even outside forces joined in, and the whole thing was like a flood of leaking gates, and couldn't stop.

In front of Qingfeng Building, like a snowball, gradually attracted more and more attention!

“Tsk! Forty-eight hundred taels, it turns into four thousand eight hundred taels! ”

“Tsk! Count how many, 20, 30 upstairs... If you lose, I'm afraid you'll have to lose everything at the bottom of the house. ”

“Hey, slutty, ask if you still have pants on!

“Ha-ha-ha, this guy kicked the iron plate! Jingcheng Zhang Jia, Huang Jia, Lu Jia, Huang Jia, which one of these is not Datang's finest sword caster, this kid is looking for them to gamble sword, not sell axe in front of Luban — Benmen to axe? ”

“Hey, hey, what is not knowing the thickness of heaven and earth, this is not knowing the heavens and earth. Is a place like this in the capital, the Tiger Hidden Dragon, comparable elsewhere? What can you do if he wants to die? ”

……

In front of the Qingfeng building, the crowd burst into laughter. Though the battle of the First Sword in the Heaven is lively, the sword dealers are concerned about something.

For these people, they are concerned about something else.

The wind wave was initiated by the guy upstairs because everyone cared about him all the time. It's not about how powerful his sword is, and it's about how miserable this guy ends up losing.

Thirty cutting-edge swords, that's no joke. Think about the identities of these people, and they'll really make you lose.

Some of the bad ones even opened games directly near Qingfeng Building.

The whole thing continued to ferment, gradually, finally attracting the attention of another unique group.

“Hey, look at the Green Phoenix Tower. It's so exciting! So many people, black pressed, afraid of thousands, right? ”

“First sword under heaven, what a big name! ”

“Look at those swords, they're all pretty good, they're just a little expensive! ”

“Bullshit! You really need a good sword. Money is nothing. I'm afraid it's common! ”

“That's six hundred and seventy taels of gold, and a good sword? It's not bad to sell to ordinary people. It's forbidden to sell to us. That's a shame! ”

……

On the golden wall of the palace of Datang, a platoon of Datang Forbidden Army is standing on the wall, looking at the Qingfeng building in the distance.

Looking past from the tall palace wall, the green colour of the green phoenix building in the distance appears quite small. However, the green roof, and the surrounding black pressure crowd, is the most visible within a few kilometres.

Qingfeng Tower is just a short distance from the Great Tang Palace, where the wind waves have long attracted the attention of the banned army. Life inside the palace wall is quite dull, so when this sword gamble involving the swords of the Middle Earth and West realm came out, it immediately attracted the attention of a large number of proscribed armies.

“Hey, who's that? Looks like Lee Jun Ching! ”

Just kidding, suddenly I don't know who said it. Everyone followed the colleague and saw only outside the palace wall. A few familiar figures were walking towards Qingfeng Tower.

“Shh! It's Lord Zhao! ”

“Shut up, stop it! ”

A small change in the colour of a group of Forbidden Army members, one without mentioning it.

Hundreds of husbands' distance quickly passed, and in the eyes of the banned armies, those three figures quickly entered the Qingfeng building.

“We are forbidden! ”

The three of them took out their waist cards and directly illuminated their identities.

“What!”

Wei Hao was scorching in the box to sort out the information on the guests who had participated in the sword gambling, and when he heard this, his eyes opened, he stood up violently and the whole person calmed down.

Wei Hao took a deep breath and looked at the three seriously, waved his hands, bypassed the table, and hurriedly walked around. It was strange to see the three forbidden armies:

“Wait a minute! I'll get someone! —— ”