Chapter 437

Fang Li is sad in his words. He is also worried about the current situation of the Fang family. As an old man of the Fang family, he was born a member of the Fang family and died a ghost of the Fang family.

I have been inseparable from the Fang family for a long time. Although I can't feel this strong sense of belonging, I can understand it very well.

Fang Li looked at the crowd and waved his hand. His palm was as dry as a branch. He seemed very weak. He motioned to the crowd to be quiet. Then he looked at me.

"Uncle, I made this dragon head blade not for you, but for our whole Fang family." Fang Li said solemnly.

I started to laugh and cry a little. Although my reputation in fangjiayu is good now, and I'm elder Keqing, some people just regard me as half of the Fang family.

This is especially true in the eyes of some old people in the Fang family. This is a deep-rooted concept. After all, I don't have the surname Fang. It's natural that I should be so wary.

If Fang Tianding and Fang Benchu had such an idea, I would only feel that they were deliberately pushing me out. They were naturally hostile to me and looked down upon me as an outsider. Naturally, I would not have a good face.

However, this remark from Fang Li, an old member of the Fang family, made me respect him. He was not selfish, but worried about the situation and future of the Fang family.

Fang Li slowly looked at the dragon head blade on the shore, and looked at his most proud work in his life. He was very happy, just like the child who got his favorite toy. He was so serious.

"This dragon head blade of mine is made of the best Star Jade hundred forged steel. After half a month of continuous forging, it is finally finished. It weighs 66 Jin. No one can hold it, let alone use it, unless it is a top expert." Fang Li is quite proud.

As a blacksmith, it is enough to make such a masterpiece in one's life without any regret.

As soon as these words came out, the people nearby also exclaimed.

"Damn, it weighs 66 Jin? Ordinary swords are no more than 10 jin at most. Who can hold them when they are so heavy? "

" it's too heavy to hold them at all. "

"Yes, even if you are a first-class master, you can't use it at all."

I was secretly surprised that the shape of the dragon head blade seemed to be extremely exaggerated, but in fact it wasn't very big. The blade was about one meter long and the handle was 30 cm. It was made according to the most reasonable value.

Just looking at the shape of the blade, it's bigger than that of the ordinary blade. However, I can't imagine that it weighs 66 Jin.

I don't know how powerful a sword can be made by the forging technology on earth, because I was never interested in this aspect when I was on earth.

But I'm sure that the dragon head blade in front of me is absolutely the pinnacle of hand forging. No one can make such a powerful sword by hand any more.

"Uncle Li, what do you mean?" I asked.

Fang Li gave a faint smile and said: "you are our old Fang's uncle and a first-class expert. Naturally, you will not lack the weapon to take advantage of. But this handle I made is not so easy to take away, unless..."

"Except for what?" Why do I like this old man so much.

"Unless you can prove that you are worthy of the dragon head blade." Fang Li said solemnly.

"Yes, Shifu is right."

"If you want to take away the master's hard work, you must prove your strength."

"Yes, prove your strength, or you won't take it."

Immediately, a group of blacksmiths crowded over and surrounded me. Look at this posture, these people should be Fang Li's apprentices.

I suddenly realized that this was the case. It was true that the sword matched the hero. If such a good sword fell into the hands of a loser, it was doomed to be covered with dust.

"Proof of strength? Simple, you all step aside. Don't be hurt by me later. " I ha ha a smile, say to the public, the tone is very arrogant and overbearing.

Since this group of people put on such a posture and want me to prove my strength, I'm the most confident. I don't give advice at all. I just want to be arrogant, which makes these people convinced.

"Don't be too arrogant, young man. Be careful that you end up hitting yourself in the face." Fang Li said in a deep voice.

"This is not old. I'll show you my strength." With a smile, I strode to the front of the dragon head blade.

The closer I was to the knife, the more I could feel the domineering and sharp spirit. It was so cold that I couldn't help praising it: "yes, it's really a good knife. It's really powerful."

Heard my words, Fang Li's face is also quite brilliant, said with a smile: "boy, you know the goods."

"Hum, there's something wrong with the Dao forged by our master. Don't dawdle.""Yes, prove it to us quickly. If you can't, just leave."

"No one will laugh at you, ha ha ha."

No one's going to laugh? Shit, what are you doing now? Are you watching a good play? I feel angry and helpless in my heart, but I believe these people will be beaten in the face soon.

"Well, let's show you what I'm capable of now. Open your eyes and watch carefully." I roared, directly stood in front of the case, reached for the handle of the dragon head blade.

Fang Li looks very complicated in his eyes, with a trace of expectation as well as a trace of fear, because he knows that my strength is now the top of the Fang family.

If I can't even pick up the knife and show it, then no one in the Fang family will be able to use it.

This means that the sword, which he worked hard to make, has no place to use in order to help the Fang family get rid of the predicament.

No matter how sharp the weapon is, no one will use it. After all, it can only lie quietly in the warehouse, covered with a layer of helpless dust.

So Fang Li is full of expectation and a little bit of fear. He is afraid that if I can't take it up, the last hope will be shattered.

The disillusionment of hope, especially the horror, will bring people to extremes.

As soon as I tightened my fingers, I immediately grasped the handle of the dragon's head blade. My hand was cold, but it felt very good. The handle was not thick or slippery. It was very suitable for my hand.

It seems that Fang Li really wasted a lot of effort in forging this weapon.

"How's it going?"

"Can he pick it up?"

"Uncle Yang Chuan is now the first master of our Fang family. If he can't pick it up..."

"Yes, if my uncle can't pick it up, no one can use it. Alas..."