Now that things are coming, it’s hard to get rid of the tiger. Duan Yan can only grit his teeth and let it go.

He stepped forward and pulled out his sword with his backhand. It was the starting style in "The Sword Technique of Burning Wind" - raising his sleeves and relaxing the wind.

"Huh--"

With just this move, two marvels of exclamation were heard in the field.

A sound came from the old swordsman Ding Can, his frown was stretched out, his old eyes widened, and he looked at the broken sword in Duan Yan's hand in incredible way.

Another sound came from Duan Yan himself: He had practiced with Xing Xiu Shu Feng for thousands of times, but he had never been so happy! It seemed that the extremely ugly broken sword in his hand was guiding him forward.

Duan Yan, whose confidence increased, did not stop at all. He turned over with one step, broke his sword in his hand and swept across the surroundings, using the second method of the monk's sword-making technique to sweep away the leaves.

The second move was even more refreshing. Not only did the broken sword in his hand draw a perfect sword shadow in the air, the dust around him was swept up half a person high, and the momentum was far beyond the previous test move. Even the true energy in his body was swelling for a week. This was an unprecedented feeling.

He was so comfortable in his heart that he kept his hands constantly. The third move of "Furious Wind and Dust" of his sword was followed. The broken sword with unfinished strength in the first two styles passed through the wind at an unprecedented speed, leaving behind a dazzling sword light, and a clear sound of breaking through the air.

"choke--"

With this sword roar, a gap was suddenly drawn from the dust in the air around him, as if the air in front of Duan Yan had been cut by this sword.

After the three moves were finished, Duan Yan held his sword and stood tall, his face full of excitement - this broken sword in his hand was afraid that he would not be able to break through the skin-quenching level in a long time, release his true energy, and become a true young master.

Ding Can was even more amazed. As his senior, he actually bowed to Yan Li and said with a sigh: "Master Yan, with a broken sword today, he can turn decay into magic. It is a magical craft, which will open my eyes!"

This call of "Master Yan" established Yan Li's position in Jianchuan City.

Yan Li politely returned the gift, "Senior is too honored, but the word "master" is not a good word, but I dare not take it as a junior."

"You deserve it, you deserve it. Whether it is talent or sincerity, just one hit is called a master. The younger generation is terrifying, and the younger generation is terrifying!" The old sword master sighed a few times, then turned to everyone present and said loudly, "Today, Master Fenghuo Forging Master Yanli is more skilled and has won. Iron Yifang was defeated, and according to the rules, he took off his signboard today, and all the personnel left Jianchuan City within three days."

As soon as the judgment was made, there was an uproar.

Of course, the onlookers believed in the fairness of Mr. Ding, the Hardware Hall, but most people didn't understand from beginning to end what the broken sword was.

This is exactly the result that Yan Li has already decided.

It seems like a joke with a broken sword, but in fact, it combines Yan Li's wisdom in his previous life in his dream, and the extraordinary intuition that has been influenced by the sword casting workshop in this life. There may be two lifetimes of life who can penetrate the world's emotions and understand all things.

The mystery is almost like Tao and cannot be explained.

This result is something that Tieyifang cannot accept.

Han Tong and Han Lin's faces were pale. No matter what, they could not have imagined that Ding Can's judgment was so decisive and had no room for maneuver.

The failure of the sword fighting means that Tieyifang really wants to get out of Jianchuan City together. The old Jiazi store of the Han family is as anxious as a dog for a day. Where does the Han family face? At that time, the ancestor is angry. Although he will launch a counterattack on Fenghuobao or even Hardware Hall, he will also kill the two of them who are causing trouble first!

"Ding... the old leader, you... aren't you right?" Han Tong questioned weakly, as if the teeth were trembling. If he hadn't died to the forefront and gave him dozens of courage, he wouldn't have dared to question Ding Can's credibility.

"How could I read it wrong?" Ding Can opened his eyes wide and said loudly, "Master Yan's broken sword is amazing. I only saw you in your life. You are not wronged in your Tieyifang!"

Han Tong was even more timid and took several steps back.

But Han Lin took the lead in calming down.

He grew up in a scheming squad in the noble mansion. In the blink of an eye, he thought of his own fate clearly: he was not a particularly valued junior in the Han family. If he failed to fight the sword today, he would probably lose his position completely and never have a chance to stand out.

What's worse is that he lost to his half-brother Yan Li. Maybe his father and grandfather will be cruel and open him out of the house, and then recognize Yan Li back to the Han family to enjoy everything he has!

If this is true, he will definitely be worse than death!

Thinking of this, a layer of hostility appeared on Han Linjun's face. He had made up his mind to not admit defeat, even if he was guilty of Ding Can, he would even be enemies with all the sword-making masters in Jianchuan City!

He stepped forward and said sternly: "Old Master Ding, you are unfair in judgment! Everyone here saw that Fenghuo Forging is just an ordinary stainless steel fast sword, and it was broken. No one would have picked it up even if it was thrown on the roadside! How can such scrap iron defeat the black iron sword Mo Feng Slash in my Iron Yifang!"

Ding Can raised his eyebrows and couldn't help but his anger rose. This was the first time in decades that someone challenged his old man's personality. Is it tolerant, but who is intolerable? The old leader shouted angrily: "The realm of unity of man and sword is the lifelong pursuit of all sword-casting masters. What do you know? Today's sword fighting result, it will be the same when you get to any sword-casting master!"

"Who is the one who combines swords? How can that mysterious thing be counted?" Han Lin yelled back without hesitation, "You Ding Can are obviously just helping Fenghuo Forging and suppressing my Iron Yifang!"

Ding Can was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, his clothes were windless, revealing the strong foundation of the bone-level senior, and cursed: "Shameless kid, there are such a traitor like you in Jianchuan City. See if I kill you-"

Han Lin also knew that he was afraid. A master of bone-forging can send him back to his vagina with just one palm. But he couldn't retreat, otherwise the fate would be even more miserable. He had a blue face and gritted his teeth and said, "What? If you are said to be dirty, do you want to kill someone to silence him? Come on, I am not afraid of you..."

Just when Ding Can couldn't bear it anymore, Yan Li advised indifferently: "Senior, why bother to get angry with ignorant fools? As the saying goes, dogs can't change their shit. If you tell him how wonderful the delicacies are, he only thinks that their own dung is sweet."

After hearing this, Ding Can's anger subsided, he put away his momentum and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, sure enough! Why should I talk about swordsmanship with the Sword Forging Shop, which cannot be cast even with the low-grade swordsman? Isn't this playing the piano for a cow?"

Yan Li turned to Han Lin and said contemptuously: "Han Lin, Han Lin, in Jianchuan City, you have not learned the Lingyun chivalrous spirit of the swordsman, you have not learned the iron-bone Yingfeng of the Han family, but only the shrew who scolded your mother and cheated on the street and learned the ability of being unparalleled in the world!"

The onlookers burst into laughter. No matter how ignorant the warriors are about the unity of man and sword, they are willing to believe the judgment of Mr. Ding, the head of the Hardware Hall. They understand even more that Han Lin is just a gambler who has lost his book and refuses to admit his account. His character is despicable.

"You..." Han Lin was furious and was about to retort, but Yan Li said something.

"Although you are like stupid pigs and stupid cows, unable to understand the profound and profoundness of the unity of man and sword, the wind and fire are open and upright, and do not want to win. Therefore, I decided to give you the opportunity to learn the best swordsmanship in the Iron Yifang."

Hearing this sentence, not only Han Lin kept his mouth shut, but Han Tong, who was silent, also felt energetic. He immediately said with a loud voice: "Okay, follow the rules of fighting swords, use the ink sword to kill each other with your broken sword, and fight against the male and female!"

"It's really hard to communicate with fools." Yan Li shook his head and sighed, "Since it's a combination of humans and swords, how can we separate the weapons from the swordsman? Han Lin is the swordsman representing the Iron Yifang, so he will hold the ink edge and kill them. The young leader holds the broken sword, and the heroes will fight - a battle!"

Han Tong said frantically: "This is not in line with the rules..."

"This is the only chance, otherwise, Iron Yifang will get out of Jianchuan City." Yan Li said coldly.

"Okay!" Han Lin replied sharply. He also knew that no matter how he was irresistible, it would be difficult to overturn the verdict of the Doujian. He had to seize this life-saving straw. What's more, as a young genius of the Han family, how could he be afraid of Duan Yan, who was born in the grassroots?
Chapter completed!