Chapter 353： Jianlingfang (2) (1/2)
Chapter 353 Jian Ling Fang (2)
The Xuan Lingzong has long been rumored that the elders like to forge, the swordsmanship of the square is good, and the elders of the elders are the elders of the inner door. They are also very polite to the forgings of the swordsmanship. Let alone be an ordinary disciple.
The two disciples, Xu was angered in Jianlingfang, and this complained a few words, but it is not difficult to hear fear between words.
Ye Qingyi did not care too much, she just wanted to strengthen the **** sword, next to her, she was not curious.
In a short while, Ye Qingyu came to the outside of Jianlingfang.
Although it is a sword-fighting square born for forging, but this building has been built to be quite aggressive and has not yet entered the Jianling Square. Ye Qingyu has already felt that the temperature around it has gradually risen.
When Ye Qingzhen walked into Jianlingfang, several forging masters were building some swords on the forging table. When the hammer fell, the sound of slamming began, sparks splashed, surrounded by a pile of furnaces, sword spirit The temperature inside the square is even more amazing.
Above the wall of Jianlingfang, various weapons are hanged, and the Jianfeng is sharp, showing that the color is quite good.
Although it is a group of high-spirited forgings, this level is really not comparable to the forged houses outside the sect.
The arrival of Ye Qingqi did not cause any forgemaster's idea. They even lazy to lift their eyelids, but concentrated on the forging of their hands.
A person sitting in the palm of his hand was holding a cigarette in his hand. He took a sip of his mouth. He looked up lazily and swept through Ye Qingying, who was walking into Jianlingfang. His look was indifferent.
”This is the matter, I want to forge a sabre, I don't know how?” Ye Qingyi stepped forward, his tone was quite polite.
The palm of his hand glanced at Ye Qingyi, but he sipped two cigarettes, which was casually said: ”What sword do you want to forge?”
Ye Qingyi took the **** sword from the waist.
I took a look at the palm of the hand and nodded slightly, but the face was still the cold and not hot expression, and a faint throw was thrown.
”Three thousand Xuan Ming points.”