Chapter 13

It must be a coincidence.

This Chen Mo can't run Qi and blood and can't practice martial arts at all. What qualifications can he have to dissolve her martial arts of eight turns of Qi and blood. Even if he can run his Qi and blood recently, he can only practice two or three turns of Qi and blood at most. He is not his opponent at all.

Qing Wan's mind quickly made a judgment.

Fortunately, the iron knife didn't make a fool of himself, and his anger was vented to Qing Wan: "how dare you attack the prince's son of Chang'an? Does your Qing family seem to want to be destroyed!!"

Qing Wan sneered in his heart. Even under attack, he could only move out the son of Chang'an Jun to suppress people. As expected, he was still that useless waste.

"Sorry, sorry." Li Xiaxi stepped forward with an insincere apology and said with a smile, "I'm Li Xiaxi, the son of Duke Wei. I heard that brother Chen Mo is the son of Lord Chang'an, so I came here to test it. I didn't expect that brother Chen Mo really can't cultivate Qi and blood. I'm so rash."

"Please forgive me for offending. This has nothing to do with sister Qingwan." Li Xiaxi's voice was clear and loud, and soon attracted the eyes of those around him. They didn't know what was going on at first. As soon as they heard Li Xiaxi's words, they immediately understood what was going on.

"Chen Mo? It turns out that the boy hiding behind the bodyguard is the son of Chang'an Jun?"

"Hehe, the son of the first emperor of the great dynasty can't practice martial arts. I didn't expect it to be true."

"There is only an unworthy bodyguard. It seems that the son of young master Chang'an is not well treated."

"I've heard it's an abandoned son for a long time. It's true."

There were a lot of sarcastic voices one after another. Those martial artists with ordinary backgrounds showed taunting expressions and insulted Chang'an Jun's son, which made them satisfied.

Just as tie Dao was about to get angry, Chen Mo patted him on the shoulder, indicating that he didn't need to pester these nonsense.

"Don't get out of here, can you people judge the son of Chang'an Jun?" Lixiaxi coldly shouted. Under the momentum of the peak of Qi and blood, such as a huge wave, other martial artists felt this strong breath, and for a moment they were submissive, bowed their heads and dispersed, and dared not say another word, in sharp contrast to Chen mo.

This guy has a way of doing both hard and soft things.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and politely asked, "I don't know what kind of wind blew Duke Wei's son to Qinglong Town." It seems that the thing that was almost humiliated just now didn't happen at all.

There were three princes and nine princes in the dynasty of the great monarch, and the position of the Duke of Wei was not low. He had conquered the great barbarian state in Northern Xinjiang for several years and killed millions of enemies, which made millions of barbarians dare not step on the border of Leichi. Therefore, he got the name of "Wei state". It is said that the Duke of Wei is most likely to be granted the title of "King" by the Holy Lord at the next "conferring ceremony".

From their conversation just now, it seems that another Princess Wuyang also came.

Chen Mo, the princess of Wuyang, had no impression, but since it was the title of 'princess', it must also be the background of the prince.

"Sister Qing Wan has a two-day birthday. I'm here to congratulate her." Li Xiaxi said with a smile. "By the way, I heard that the snow scenery of Qinglong mountain 'jade dragon and sunset' is one of the ten unique sceneries of the Dazhong Dynasty. Come and have a look."

The so-called jade dragon sunset is that the mountains are closed in the middle of winter during the heavy snow season. The scene of dusk alone is like a snow-white jade dragon swallowing the sunset, which is described as' ten unique landscapes' by the literati and poets of the Dazhong Dynasty

That picture is beautiful, but it is not enough for so many martial artists to enjoy.

Chen Mo secretly curled his lips, nodded and said with a smile, "then you should be prepared for disappointment. I have been in Qinglong Town for so many years. How can I see that the jade dragon with the setting sun has no feeling of 'white dragon rising into the sky, and the setting sun is like blood'."

"Brother Chen Mo lives in this outstanding Qinglong Town. I really envy him. Haha, unlike those of us who cultivate Qi and blood, we have to harden our muscles and bones all the time. Life is worse than death." Li Xiaxi pretended to be envious.

"You can be like me if you like."

Like you, become a wine bag that will only die in the shadow of the family? Li Xiaxi thought with disdain in his heart and said earnestly and sincerely, "if we step into the zodiac, we can't help but relax. The star world is bigger than imagination. Are the Chen Mo brothers willing to be trapped in a cage and don't want to see a broader star field?"

"Brother Xia Xi said well, we martial artists should step into the zodiac wholeheartedly, climb Niang mountain and achieve immortal star fame." Qing Wan was a little excited by Li Xiaxi's words, and her eyes looking at Chen mo were also particularly proud.

Chen Mo admitted that what they said was very nice, but did he achieve immortality and climb Niang mountain?

In addition to star generals, ordinary warriors are really rare.

If it weren't for the purple micro star emperor who practiced as a human star and finally came to the star realm thousands of years ago, I'm afraid no warrior would dare to have such great ambitions.

"Sister Qingwan's birthday, brother Chen Mo will also come, and the princess Wuyang will also arrive. At that time, our young generation should get together, and brother Chen Mo won't refuse?" Li Xiaxi asked sincerely.

He was also invited to the banquet of Qinglong Town aristocratic family before. Chen Mo never attended it to avoid being boring, but this time he was a little interested. I'm afraid that Duke Wei and Princess Wuyang came to Qinglong mountain not only to enjoy the snow, but also to hear something. "I'm afraid sister Qingwan won't welcome me." Chen Mo glances at the girl.

"Young master Chen Mo usually doesn't want to attend. If he is willing to honor and condescend to come this time, Qing Wan is certainly flattered and very welcome." Qing Wan smiled.

After leaving Chen Mo, Li Xiaxi stared at the bodyguard, which was very inexplicable. "That bodyguard's life is only about eight turns. Why did he dissolve the pressure of you and me just now? It's incredible."

"Just now I saw that Chen Mo, and I didn't feel the slightest movement of his blood boiling. It should be that he didn't practice." Li Xiaxi is still wondering what happened to Chen Mo just now.

"Since it's the bodyguard of the Chen family, there should be something extraordinary about it. We're careless." Qing Wan comforted.

This is the only reason why Li Xiaxi thinks about it.

"Why did brother Xia Xi invite Chen Mo to my banquet? This time, it was all his peers in Qinglong Town. He ruined the atmosphere as a waste." Green Wan frowned.

"At the banquet, there was a clown made by the son of Chang'an Jun. even today's long princess can't touch such a good thing." Li Xiaxi smiled a few times.

Qing Wan is not interested in teasing Chen Mo, a waste man, to celebrate her birthday. She has been bored for so many years. As long as this waste man doesn't work hard, she will be satisfied.

Chen Mo gave up exercising these days, which made her feel relieved for a while.

"Did this man really give up exercising?"

Qing Wan thought of Chen Mo's eyes standing behind the bodyguard, calm, and always felt that he had changed.

Chen Mo walked to the south of the town. Iron knife followed him closely, and his face was impassive. This time, he no longer stared at Chen Mo, but it was a bodyguard's posture.

Chen Mo couldn't help smiling.

Soon after, he stopped at a shop.

The cold in the middle of December is like gangrene, and the thin water often solidifies into a thick ice cone in the roof beam and tile roofed house before it falls. The winter in Qinglong Town this year is heavy and cold, and many shops have been closed early.

The shop in front of us is emitting intense heat in this ice and snow season.

Even far away, you can feel a deep heat filling your lungs, full of suffocation. The ice and snow around the store also melted into a river early.

Shi's sword casting shop.

The only weapon casting shop in Qinglong Town handles the weapon forging, repair and even upgrading of all fighters in the whole Qinglong Town. Even the big aristocratic family like Qinglong family in Qinglong Town also has close cooperation.

The owner of the shop is not a great martial artist, but a founder at the primary peak.

Chen Mo walked into the store. It was very spacious. At first glance, he saw that the wall was neatly hung with all kinds of weapons, swords, axes, halberds, spears, hammers, forks, sticks, and so on. All kinds of weapons should be available.

These weapons are very finely forged, and a wave of Xiao Sha rushes forward. Many things such as materials and tools are also placed in the counter.

The clerk at the counter was soliciting guests. When he saw someone come in and greet him, he was stunned to see that it was Chen mo. No one in Qinglong Town knows that Chen Mo is the waste master of Chang'an Jun. the man is good at hiding his contempt in his eyes. Although he also has the strength to turn his blood around, he also knows that he can't provoke this young master.

"What's the matter with master Chen Mo's visit to the store?"

"I'm looking for uncle Shi." Chen Modao.

"Master is helping people forge weapons behind. I'm afraid I'm not free now." Man, it's embarrassing.

Casting weapons?

Chen Mo came to the sword casting shop this time to see the process of casting swords. First, he was just right to see him casting swords. "I'll find him myself."

"Master Chen Mo, master doesn't like to be disturbed..." a trace of anger flashed in the waiter's eyes, trying to stop it.

An iron hand like a pair of pliers caught him.

Seeing the fierce black faced iron knife, the waiter shrunk his shoulders and muttered, "he will die if he goes."

Tie Dao looks at Chen Mo, and Chen Mo has walked in without asking.

There is a space in the shop. The high temperature in it can almost melt people's skin. Even martial artists who practice Qi and blood to muscle can't get close to it.

As a foundry master, he should not only have a very high talent of controlling Yin and Yang, but also master the skills of casting weapons. He should also be able to control all kinds of ore materials, and even have high requirements for his own cultivation. If his cultivation is not enough, he may die before casting successfully.

It is said that some magic weapons even need to be forged in a high temperature of tens of millions of degrees. To inject the spirit of heaven and earth, it not only greatly tests the cultivation of the sword caster, but also requires a strong spirit to control the spirit of heaven and earth into the forging of the magic weapons. Therefore, the top casters are all powerful in their spiritual cultivation. However, in this way, their cultivation is much weaker than that of ordinary warriors, which also leads to the scarcity of casters and alchemists.

Chen Moshen took a breath to drive the blood gas, and slowly adapted to the burning heat.

A middle-aged man with bare arms was standing in front of the furnace. The man was muscular, and the sparks from the furnace splashed on his body. The burned skin was bleeding. The man didn't feel any pain, but looked at a weapon on the forging platform in a daze, his eyebrows tightly frowned, as if he had encountered a difficult problem.