Zhao Chen felt a little unhappy about the sudden disturbance of the Jiufeng Taoist. The grandmaster-level aura directly pressed against the Jiufeng Taoist. This aura did not belong to the momentum of strength, but was a momentum that naturally arises when a certain profession reached a high level. Under this momentum, the Jiufeng Taoist, as a forge, felt the deepest. He immediately sweated profusely and did not dare to say anything. Zhao Chen also immediately withdrew his momentum after he reacted.

Suddenly, Taoist Jiufeng only felt the pressure disappear without a trace in an instant, as if everything just happened to be his illusion.

"You can even receive and receive freely without many years of habits and control!" Taoist Jiufeng was secretly frightened, but his expression became more and more respectful.

"Don't say it out, I don't want to expose the identity of a level 5 for the time being." Zhao Chen's mouth squirmed a few times, and a faint voice came into the ears of Taoist Jiufeng.

Transmitting the message into secrets. In the past life, as a world-class master at level 109, there are still some tricks.

However, Zhao Chen's move directly suppressed the Jiufeng Taoist. He stared at Zhao Chen in a daze. For some reason, he could only hear him. Seeing the other people's appearance, he seemed to not feel that Zhao Chen was talking at all. Such shocking methods made Zhao Chen's image in his heart become more unfathomable.

"Okay, stop watching, some things will be discussed later. Now your expression will definitely be seen by them. Let's say that I am a disciple of a senior, and you happen to know this senior. As for who this senior is, you can make it up by yourself." Zhao Chen continued when the Taoist Jiufeng looked around.

Although he didn't understand Zhao Chen's intention, Taoist Jiufeng still nodded respectfully, without saying anything, but he was so happy that he couldn't tell the difference between the east, south, west and north: "A level 5 forging, even the first level 5 forging master, is fully qualified to guide me and let me go further in the forging! I thought I would stop here in this life, but I didn't expect that I would meet a noble person today!"

The Jiufeng Taoist, who was deliberately attracted by the forces of several small cities such as Jianye City, was a middle-level fourth-level forging master with a reputation spread throughout the "north and south of the Yangtze River", was shocked by Zhao Chen, a 16-year-old child.

Everyone was also confused by the expression of the Taoist Jiufeng. They wiped their eyes one by one, but saw that the Taoist Jiufeng had regained his usual coldness and indifference, as if everything that had just happened was just an illusion.

Zhao Chen pretended to react at this time and said, "Do you know my teacher?"

"Teacher? What teacher? When did the Zhao family's young master worship the teacher?" Everyone was puzzled and puzzled.

Even Zhao Qing looked at his son in confusion. Zhao Chen did say that he was accepted as an apprentice by a mysterious old man, but Zhao Qing didn't take it seriously at all at that time. However, now it seems that he does have a teacher, and this teacher seems to be not an ordinary person. Otherwise, why did Taoist Jiufeng lose his composure just now?

Taoist Jiufeng was amused in his heart, but on the surface he was very calm and said with a slightly respectful expression: "Lord Wuchen is a real level 5 forging master. I had the honor to meet him and saw that your creation skills were exactly the same as him. It seems that my guess is indeed correct!"

"What? Lord Wuchen! Isn't that a high-level fifth-level forging master who is known as the number one forging in Chi Qingcheng (large city)? Such a noble existence would actually be the teacher of the Zhao family!" Everyone was completely shocked. Wuchen, the name represents endless glory, countless wealth, and an unprovoked background.

"No, how could it be possible, Lord Wuchen, such an existence, take this waste as his disciple!" Zhongwei hid in the far door, his face full of disbelief, touching the wound that had not yet healed, and his heart seemed to be stabbed again. The words of Taoist Jiufeng directly sentenced him to death.

Indeed, this bombshell is hard to believe.

But don't forget that Jiufeng Taoist is a famous middle-level fourth-level forgingman and a Marquis-level strongman. Such a big man doesn't bother to lie at all, let alone what reason does Jiufeng Taoist have to lie? They are just a group of insignificant little people.

"Okay, I hope everyone will not spread this matter, otherwise..." Taoist Jiufeng looked around for a week, "Now let's see the results of the competition between Zhongjun and Zhao Shao."

One Zhongjun and the other Zhao Shao, two different names represent two attitudes.

Zhong Mengji still had a smile on his face, but this smile made people feel uncomfortable no matter how you look at it, and it was even worse than crying.

At this point, Zhong Jun had just come to his senses from the words of Taoist Jiufeng. He glanced at Zhao Chen with jealousy, and thought viciously in his heart: "So what about Lord Wuchen's apprentice? Waste is always a waste. Don't think that you can get rid of your waste identity by worshiping a powerful teacher. Let me defeat the halo that shrouds you now!"

With a shake of his hand, he placed the long knife made by Zhong Jun on the stone bed, and then he retreated with confidence.

This is a first-level third-level long sword, and it is considered a good existence among the first-level third-level weapons. Zhongjun has absolute confidence that facing this boy who is 5 years younger than him, although age cannot represent everything, it can also explain some problems. He doesn't believe that this boy who has always been regarded as a waste can cross his Five Finger Mountain.

Zhao Chen also threw out the heavy sword in his hand. It was like throwing garbage. The heavy sword hit the stone bed and made a "bang" sound.

How can we determine which of the two weapons is better and convince everyone?

It may be acceptable to the judgment of Jiufeng Taoist alone, but it may not be completely convinced. Generally speaking, one person holds one weapon on each side. Without using mysterious power, the two weapons can be collided with all their strength, and then judged according to the degree of wear and tear.

The Taoist Jiufeng was calmly holding the long sword and heavy sword, feeling their weight slightly. In the eyes of everyone's expectation, the two weapons collided violently, making a harsh sound of metallic crossing.

"Click~"

Surprisingly, the long sword made by Zhongjun was split into pieces, and the blade body was almost half cracked.
Chapter completed!