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Upon hearing this, Jun Lanyue replied, "There are so many people here. Don't lose them all."

Yun De'er said, "Hmm?" What's wrong? Won't you come with me later? " She suddenly raised her willow-leaf-like eyebrows and teased Jun Lin Yue, "Aren't you afraid that I'll be bullied if you don't even look at such a beautiful woman?"

Jun Lanyue remained expressionless and remained unmoved. "I think it's better if you don't scare them away!"

Yun Dai Er rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hmph, are you really not afraid that I would be taken away?"

Jun Lin laughed, "If you are willing to be abducted, there's nothing I can do about it."

Yun De'er stared at him and gave a cold snort, not saying anything more. After eating their fill, Yun Dale stood up and said, "I'm going to that New Year's Street now, so maybe there will be a lot of harvest. Are you going or not? "

Jun Lanyue shook his head, but the words that came out of his mouth were actually directed at Yun Dai'er, "Don't go."

Yun Dale said angrily, "What do you mean? It's fine if he doesn't accompany me, but he won't let me go! What right do you have to care about me!? "Humph!"

After speaking, Jun Lin Yue furrowed his brows. The young girl in front of him had already left the inn.

"Hey!" Jun Linyue hurriedly shouted as he stood up. The spectators all turned their heads to look at Jun Lin Yue. Jun Linyue immediately knew that his voice was very loud, so he had no choice but to turn around and smile at the crowd. He cupped his hands and said, "My apologies, my apologies."

With that, he turned around and disappeared into the doorway.

The two men at the other table, who were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, gulped their wine. They looked at each other and put down their wine jars. They looked very clumsy, but their speed was not slow.

After all, this was Qingyang City, and its liveliness was comparable to the Great Yang Imperial City.

Yun Dai'er thought in her heart. Just as they walked out of the inn and turned a corner, the pedestrians were already moving shoulder to shoulder. The road that led to this inn was as different as the sky and the earth. They looked at the things on both sides of the road. There were cups and pillows made of warm jade from the desolate mountain, as well as simple clothes made from Heaven Mountain silk. There was also food and drink to be had. On one side, the hawkers were shouting as they prepared their food. And the one who watched the most was the blade and sword master who forged iron swords.

His upper body was bare, and a snow-white towel hung from his neck. It was obvious that he was already wet. Sweat covered his forehead. As for his application, he was even more focused as he raised the hammer high up and smashed it onto the tip of the long sword in his left hand. As for the tip of this sword, it was still slightly red.

There was another piece of grey cloth wrapped around the hilt of the sword. At this moment, one could smell the burnt scent.

The sword had yet to be refined and fully formed, but it was accompanied by a series of "dang" sounds. "Clang!" Everyone knew from his voice that he was no ordinary swordsmith. Because even though there were many people in the crowd who stopped to look, his eyes never left the blade of the sword.

In the shop behind him, there were all kinds of swords. Some were long and some were short. Some were shiny, some were dark iron and some were dagger. They were placed on shelves, they were very sharp.

Within the store, there was a beautiful woman. She had an enchanting figure and was dressed very thinly. Since ancient times, heroes loved beauties. To have such a beautiful woman in a Swordsmith store, it was enviable to think about it, but at the same time, it also gave birth to fear.

Naturally, there were also wild and unrestrained red-bearded men who yelled at the swordsmaster: "Hey, swordsman, how much are you selling that black iron broadbladed blade of yours for?"

At this moment, the seductive beauty in the shop was putting the black broadsword on a shelf. The Sword Craftsman had seen this scene countless times. Without raising his head, he said, "That blade is not for sale."

The red bearded man's eyes widened as everyone around him looked over. Behind him, there were also a few other people who looked at him for a while before hurriedly walking away. "Don't you know who I am?" How dare you talk to me like that? "

The swordsmith paused for a moment, and then raised the hammer that was the size of a wine jar. The muscles on his right arm suddenly tensed up, and the swordsmith's beard stood on end. With a clanging sound, the hammer struck the sword in his left hand.

Seeing that the Sword Craftsman did not have any reaction, the red bearded man was completely enraged, and shouted: "Do you know who I am? If you dare not to sell my sword, I will kill you without a burial ground. "

Only then did the Swordsmith raise his head and speak, "If not for the benevolence and benevolence of the people of Qingyang City, I'm afraid you would have died a hundred times over already."

Before he could finish his sentence, the red bearded man let out a miserable cry and took a step back.

A white shadow suddenly appeared in front of him, and an ice-cold dagger pressed against the red bearded man's waist. Three layers of clothes and a large piece of beast skin had already been pierced through.

He reached out his hand to wipe it away and a bloody mark appeared on his hand. The burly man with a red beard looked at the beautiful woman in front of him. The anger in his eyes instantly disappeared, but a trace of fear appeared in his eyes.

This speed was simply too fast. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have thought that this place was haunted. However, after looking at it for a bit, the woman slowly turned around and returned to the shop. She touched the black broadsword and silently smiled.

The red bearded man said, "If you don't want to buy it, then don't want to buy it. You hurt my body, so how are you going to avenge me?"

The Sword Crafting Master's voice came to a stop as he wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Qingyang City has gathered a hundred men from different sects. If they were all like you, this place would not have become an important barrier. Do you know why? "

The red bearded man frowned and didn't say anything.

The swordsmith laughed. "You probably don't know either." It was because everyone here possessed unique skills. I think you've just arrived at Qingyang City, so I don't want to fight with you over this. But don't forget Qingyang City's west neighbour Demon Clan Mountain, south neighbour Eight Peak Beast Mountain, and north neighbour sect, Heavenly Sound Mountain. Every single person here can take the head of the enemy leader in an army of thousands. "

As the beautiful woman walked out of the store, the crowd's eyes immediately lit up. This made her look even more fair and capable, and her affability level increased once again.

The swordsmith continued, "There are a total of a hundred and sixty-five stores on the four New Year's streets, north, south, east and west. The swordsmaster continued," There are a total of a hundred and sixty-five stores on the four New Year's streets, with a hundred and eighty-two sects and national specialties.

Everyone turned to look, only to see the words' Creed Disobedience '. What does that mean? It means violating the trust and justice that everyone has the right to kill them.

This also meant that everyone had the ability to do so.