Chapter 707： Forging (3) (1/2)

Chapter 707 Forging (3)

Master Du just looked at Ye Qingyi coldly and did not open his mouth. In the view of Master Du, Ye Qingyi was full of gibberish, and did not say that he was a disciple of Master Yuan Yuan, even if he was Master Yuan Yuan. There may not be a few thousand years of mysterious iron in the hands.

”Master, this...” Du Sheng looked at Master Du.

Master Du sneered: ”Du Sheng, do you believe that this person has a thousand years of black iron?”

Wen Yan, Du Sheng shook his head.

Du Sheng laughed and followed the master of Du, and he also learned a lot about the forging technique. What kind of concept is the mysterious iron in the millennium? Du Sheng’s heart is naturally clear.

”Kid, do you dare to talk nonsense here?!” Immediately, Chu also screamed: ”Since you say that you have a thousand years of mysterious iron, then I will give you a chance to take out the thousand-year-old iron in your hand.” Hey, if you don't, still open the river in the letter, then don't blame me for being polite to you!”

At the moment, Ye Qingyi looked at Chu and said coldly: ”What are you, and let me show you the Millennium Black Iron?”

”I think you are looking for death!”

Hearing the words of Ye Qingying, Chu was suddenly angry, and he slammed the sound of crispness, and the long sword at the waist was already in the sheath.

”Let's relax.” It doesn't matter what the action is, but Du Sheng is angry and shouted: ”Don't look at what is here, fight to fight!”

Knowing that he was somewhat dysfunctional, Chu also quickly took the long sword back to the scabbard and shook hands toward Master Du: ”Please also ask Master Du to not be surprised. I just can't understand that this person is so open in front of Du.”

In this regard, Master Du did not say anything.

”Master Du, I don't know if these rewards are enough.” Ye Qingyi did not take care of Chu. Instead, he took out half a catty of black and black ink from the space ring.

With the removal of the Millennium Black Iron, the temperature of the entire floating forging workshop suddenly dropped, as if it entered the winter instantly, it was a bit of ice and cold.

The eyes of the people looked at the mysterious iron in the hands of Ye Qingxuan, and they raised their brows. I don’t know what kind of mysterious iron.