"presumptuous!"

"Your Majesty dare!"

The three martial arts masters from the Fengjiang Grandmaster League completely turned black and shouted angrily.

A strong wind whistled out and swept across the street.

The thunderous trembling sound made people feel like they were hit hard.

The onlookers of the martial arts world were shocked and marveled at the sight of being the master of martial arts!

Jing Sansan stopped his movements and ignored the young men lying on the ground wailing, "What a big tone."

This is really a very obscure sentence.

Many swordsmen in the martial arts world looked at Jing Sansan in a daze, wondering why he suddenly said this.

Even the three martial arts masters were frowning, but seeing that their disciples were beaten up, they had no intention of guessing what Jing Sansan meant. One of the gray-haired and white-bearded masters suddenly waved their sleeves and shouted: "Zhu Zi is arrogant! He dares to commit crimes in the street!"

"That is Master Ouyang of the Fengjiang Grand Master Alliance. Unlike the master who is in charge of the prefectures and counties, he stays in Fengjiang all year round. He is an upper-class figure in the Grand Master Alliance. He has become famous very early. It is said that he once fought with the martial arts master Zhao Wuji and was defeated in a hundred moves."

A swordsman in the martial arts world recognized the identity of the gray-haired and bearded master and said carefully.

Someone immediately made a fuss next to him and said dismissively: "Isn't that still a loss?"

"That depends on who you lost to. There is only one great master in the world, Zhao Wuji. He once killed a peak cultivator of the second level with one sword. Who among the martial arts masters can do it? Then Master Ouyang can survive with a hundred moves under Master Zhao's sword, which shows that he is powerful!"

"The other two masters are not simple characters. Master Huang and Master Mao are said to be even more powerful than Master Ouyang. He stood a little far away just now, but he didn't realize that the three masters were personally coming to Baihong Town. Although with the qualifications, these three masters were not ranked in the top ten in the Fengjiang Grand Master League. If you really start, Master Ouyang will be able to enter the top five!"

"It seems that we can only join in the fun. With them here, how can that knife fall into our hands?"

Just as those swordsmen in the martial arts world were talking, Jing Sansan was so happy that he took out a few peanuts from his arms, and chewed them and said, "I just didn't like those guys with nostrils, and couldn't help but beat them up. Why are you scolding me?"

Looking at the apprentice who was rolling all over the ground and wailing, Master Ouyang suppressed his anger and dared to beat his apprentice in front of him. However, he was a master after all. Although he had a dark face, he had never taken action directly. Looking at Jing Sansan's appearance as if he was eating peanuts, there was a hint of disgust in his eyes and said coldly: "It's a good reason to hit someone if he doesn't like him."

Jing Sansan smiled and said, "Yes, I think it's good too."

Grandmaster Ouyang's face turned darker, and he could compete with Li Mengzhou for a long and short time. "The prince was rampant!"

Jing Sansan said: "As a master of martial arts, you will not attack me, a junior, right? You have the ability to make those idiots lying on the ground get up and fight me."

There are naturally rules in the world. The seniors are always a bit embarrassed when they attack me, but the juniors are rude and trampling their face under their feet, which is already extremely shameless. Grandmaster Ouyang was so angry that his beard was trembling. When Li Mengzhou came here, he saw such a picture.

A young man carrying a knife and constantly stuffing peanuts into his mouth, lying in front of him several young men wailed constantly. The gray-haired and white-bearded old man turned black with anger, and dozens of swordsmen watching were extremely quiet.

He patted his head, and restored the restless state. The young man who ate peanuts was Jing Sansan who had let Xie Chunfeng draw his sword. Although Li Mengzhou was not present at the scene at that time, he also knew Jing Sansan.

Jing Sansan used his sword to Xie Chunfeng, and realized that Xie Chunfeng was powerful and he was itchy for a while. Now Li Mengzhou was not able to guess it for the time being when he was in trouble with the Grandmaster League.

The Grandmaster League has an absolute status in the world, but compared with practitioners, it is really nothing.

Zhao Wuji is one of the founders of the Grand Master Alliance. Logically speaking, Li Mengzhou, as Zhao Wuji's only successor, is destined to have an unclear relationship with the Grand Master Alliance, but apart from Master Yang Lin, the Grand Master Alliance is not aware of the fact that there are disciples of Zhao Wuji.

In fact, Li Mengzhou had no deeper impression of the Grandmaster League.

His attention was naturally to be on the blacksmith shop. Although the door was closed at this time, a burning wave was clearly blown out from the cracks of the door, making the whole street quite hot.

But Li Mengzhou ignored these swordsmen on the street, which did not mean that others would not notice him.

Although not everyone in the Grandmaster Alliance uses swords, there are still many swordsmen. In addition, those who can stand here are naturally all swordsmen. Suddenly a swordsman appears, it will always easily attract attention.

Because Li Mengzhou had been here, he had noticed his swordsman in the martial arts world for a long time. After only a little confused, he recalled why he felt familiar with the sword holder.

If they were just ordinary sword-holders, they would naturally not care.

But it is a questionable thing that anyone who holds the sword has come to Zhao Sandao's blacksmith shop many times.

A swordsman from the rivers and lakes quietly approached Li Mengzhou, looked at him with a scrutiny look, and asked, "Are you a sword-holder, good as a sword?"

Li Mengzhou just glanced at the swordsman in the martial arts world and said, "I am a swordsman, and I am also a swordsman. Besides, that knife is mine. It's just a misunderstanding that you came here. You might as well treat it as a trip to Baihong Town. Just go back after playing."

The swordsman in the martial arts world never expected that Li Mengzhou would give him such an answer.

He widened his eyes, stared at Li Mengzhou tightly, and suddenly sneered, saying, "When a precious sword is released, there are naturally those who can get it. No matter whether you are a swordsman or a swordsman, I will turn that sword into yours in one sentence. I would rather take the many swordsmen here seriously!"

Li Mengzhou said helplessly: "The knife you want has actually been destroyed by Zhao Sandao himself. The knife that Zhao Sandao forged now costs money, so it is mine. Although I do not take you seriously, I don't want to steal my knife."

The swordsman of Jianghu naturally ignored Li Mengzhou's words at all. It was just an excuse. However, being able to say such an excuse still made the swordsman of Jianghu dumbfounded. He couldn't help but give a thumbs up and said, "When it comes to shamelessness, I have to accept you."

Since he couldn't persuade him, Li Mengzhou was too lazy to pay attention to the other party. In his eyes, these swordsmen in the world were no different from ants that could be crushed to death by just being free.

What he cared about was the two masters and apprentices of Jing Sansan and Masters. Even the three masters of the Grandmaster League had never seen them.

Just when Jing Sansan was still confronting Grandmaster Ouyang, a wave of air suddenly surged out of the blacksmith shop, and Zhao Sandao's excited shouts came immediately.

The swordsmen standing on the street were all shocked.

Grandmaster Ouyang did not pay attention to Jing Sansan anymore. He looked at Grandmaster Huang and Grandmaster Mao around him, and understood clearly that it was forged by the treasure sword.

For a moment, the streets were a little restless.

Begin to be alert to each other.

Some people plan to fight for money, while others plan to rely on their strength.

But at the end of the day, everyone is very clear about it.

Even if you want to compete for money, you need to defeat all the competitors present first.

With the martial arts masters of the Grandmaster League, they must protect Zhao Sandao's interests and security. After all, the forging masters in the world are still very rare.

As Zhao Sandao opened the shop door, Master Huang went forward and said with a smile: "Congratulations to Master Zhao forged another treasure sword. Although our Grandmaster Alliance has obtained one from Master Zhao, we still sincerely hope to see the true appearance of the third treasure sword that Master Zhao has worked hard to forge."

Master Mao and Master Ouyang did not act like a master of martial arts. Masters of forging are rare talents after all and need to be treated with courtesy. They are completely in the same capacity. Moreover, Zhao Sandao himself is also a strange man who has been visualized, and his strength is only below the master of martial arts.

"Congratulations to Master Zhao!"

"Happy together!"

Zhao Sandao was in a good mood, all the swords forged with meteorites, and he did work hard and poured all his strength into it. At this time, the sword was perfectly forged, and as a forgeer, he was naturally proud.

The Grandmaster Alliance treated Zhao Sandao very much, and Zhao Sandao was naturally respectful to the Grandmaster Alliance. He could say anything when he was idle. In front of the Grandmaster of Martial Arts, he had to be timid.

There are few forging masters, but there are still some. If you commit suicide, countless people in the world are qualified to kill him.

"Master Zhao, right? I want your knife!"

A man suddenly penetrated in front of the three masters of the Grandmaster League. It was Jing Sansan who was carrying the knife. He still stuffed peanuts into his mouth. He didn't know why he couldn't finish it. He looked at all respect and his tone was very high, as if it was natural for Zhao Sandao to give him the knife.

Zhao Sandao is not those ordinary swordsmen in the world. Although he has only been visualized, he is also a pseudo-cultivator who can use the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. He can only see Jing Sansan's extraordinaryness at just one glance. Listening to those unceremonious words, Zhao Sandao was angry, and was afraid of offending others. He smiled helplessly and focused his eyes on the three masters.

But before the three masters attacked Jing Sansan, Zhao Sandao suddenly caught a glimpse of Li Mengzhou standing in the crowd. His eyes suddenly lit up. He immediately pointed at him, as if he was afraid that others would not hear it. He said loudly: "This knife is his! If you want it, you can ask him!"
Chapter completed!