Small Shop 1

The young man sighed when he saw Feng Wu, and couldn't help but look at her with a funny look: "Do you think our store is simple?"

Feng Wu was awakened by Huyan Yichen's voice, and when she came back to her senses, she found that they were already standing at the door of Huyan Yichen's shop.

"Small shop?"

Feng Wu looked back at Huyan Yichen and couldn't help but want to laugh, this name...

Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu angrily: "If you want to laugh, laugh, what's there to hold back?"

The phoenix dance burst out laughing.

Huyan Yichen spread his hands: "I don't know why the old man in the family took such a name, Xiaoqi Xiaoqi... Not only does it say that we are selling Xiaoqi, but it also has a bad meaning, so I don't change it, but also say that the name is The old ancestor took it, haha, what kind of character is our ancestor? Will he give us the name of the shop?"

"What the hell are you doing kid?"

In the small shop, a thin and delicate old man walked out slowly, glanced at Huyan Yichen, and brought it to Feng Wu, he couldn't help but take a look.

But it's just that.

Because he had no interest in taking a second look.

Huyan Yichen greeted Feng Wu warmly: "Come on, come in and sit, and have a good rest."

The old man Huyan glanced at Huyan Yichen: "Who is this?"

Huyan Yichen gave Huyan old man a wink.

The old man Huyan pulled Huyan Yichen aside and muttered.

The old man Huyan frowned: "This bony little girl, can she do it?"

Huyan Yichen: "Although she is a skinny little girl, but she looks very energetic, maybe... it should work, right?"

The old man Huyan still frowned.

At this moment, Feng Wu is looking at the small shop in front of her with her hands behind her back.

To put it simply, this is an iron shop with all the necessary furnishings, and Feng Wu saw a few pieces of black iron scattered in the corner.

what!

Feng Wu's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Huyan Yichen walked to Feng Wu's side and saw Feng Wu was interested in the black iron in the corner of the wall, and said angrily: "These pieces are scrap iron, it's a pity to lose them, but I can't do anything. Come on, it's just tasteless."

Feng Wu turned her head and looked at Huyan Yichen with doubtful eyes.

Huyan Yichen was a little nervous when she was staring at her: "...why are you staring at me like that?"

Feng Wu stared at Huyan Yichen again: "Scrap iron?"

Huyan Yichen nodded: "Of course it's scrap iron, if it's real black iron, it would have been used by us to make weapons. Did you know? Although our small shop is known as a small shop, the weapons it creates are That's all for big people."

"The commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, that weapon was made by our old man."

Feng Wu glanced at Huyan Yichen and said that she didn't believe it.

"Hey, how can you not believe it? Our small shop is still very famous in Beiyan, and it's one of the best. You girl still don't believe it?"

Huyan Yichen caught up and saw Feng Wu staring at the scraps of iron in the corner again, she couldn't help but be speechless: "You say you don't understand anything, and you are still staring at those scraps of iron."

"Have you heard of King Juesha?" Huyan Yichen glanced at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu has never heard of it before, but...

"King Juesha? Going back?" Feng Wu said lightly.

"That's right, the King of Juesha has returned! This is the number one swordsman in Beiyan! His unique sword was created by our small shop."

Feng Wu frowned slightly: "Little Erjian, the holy-rank peak weapon, right?"

"Isn't that right?" Huyan Yichen was overjoyed when he saw Feng Wu's knowledge of goods, and said proudly, "When I was young, I saw my grandfather make the Fuerjian with my own eyes, now you know how powerful our small shop is right?"

Feng Wu was speechless: "How powerful is your little shop, what does it have to do with me?"

"Hehehe-" Huyan Yichen smiled maliciously.

Feng Wu frowned: "What do you want?"

Don't think she didn't see Huyan Yichen's calculated smile.

Huyan Yichen did not answer Feng Wu's words, but asked casually: "After talking so much, I still don't know where the girl's fairy town is, and who is the surname?"

Feng Wu said angrily: "Where is the household registration book?"

Huyan Yichen was puzzled: "Dare to ask the girl, why... check the household registration?"

Feng Wu waved his hand indifferently: "Just kidding, nothing. My surname... Feng, the wind is the wind without a trace."

"Feng is a small surname in our Beiyan, but it is a big surname in the Junwu Empire. Fengbeiwang Fengxiangnan is a well-known existence, and no one knows about it! I wonder if the girl has seen him?"

Feng Dance shook her head.

Huyan Yichen was disappointed: "That's right, the Grand Marshal is aloof. The girl looks like an ordinary woman. It's normal if you haven't seen it, it's normal... That Feng Xun, you must have never seen it before, alas."

Feng Xun?

Feng Wu glanced at Huyan Yichen: "Feng Xun? Prince of Fengbei Wangfu?"

"Isn't it? It's him, Feng Xiaoxun! Do you know him?" Huyan Yichen stared at Feng Wu.

Feng Wu thought to herself, you didn't say whether Feng Xun is your friend or enemy, how do I know if I recognize him?

Therefore, Feng Wu did not answer.

Silence is the best answer.

Sure enough, Huyan Yichen thought that Feng Wu didn't know him, and snorted coldly, "In the early years, he cheated me a lot, and I never had a chance to trouble him.

go! snort! "

Luckily... I didn't recognize my relatives.

Feng Wu wiped away a cold sweat and looked at Huyan Yichen with a smile: "He pitted you? How did he pit you?"

In Feng Wu's impression, Feng Xiaoxun has always been robbed by Jun Linyuan and her pitiful crying, but I have never seen him pit anyone.

Huyan Yichen snorted coldly: "Have you seen the scrap iron piled up in the corner just now? He sold it to me! At the beginning, he said that it is holy iron, and it can be used to refine the pinnacle holy artifact! This is not The second sword? Then of course I have to do it!"

"And along with the black iron, he also gave a blueprint, saying that he could make a holy arm of admonition. I believed it at the time, you know?!"

"The auction price at that time... do you know how much I paid for it?"

Feng Wu looked at him suspiciously.

"One million! It took me a million swallows to get it back from someone else. I thought I could make the arm of admonition, but what am I..."

"I only found out later that this black iron is fake! It was painted on the outside, but the inside turned out to be fake!"

Huyan Yichen's heart was full of resentment, and he almost jumped in anger.

Feng Wu glanced at him silently, until now he can still be so angry... It can be seen that the resentment is really deep.

"When did this happen?" Feng Wu asked curiously.

Huyanyi: "When we were ten years old!"

Feng Wu: "..." It's really been years.

But ten years ago, this Huyan Yichen was able to make a deal with Feng Xun, and he was the buyer...

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