Chapter Fifty-One Special Iron Shop

  Xiao Fan arrived at Ah Niu's blacksmith shop in Xiao Er's mouth, unexpectedly finding that this blacksmith shop looked shabby and was just a small hut built casually. The door was cold and deserted, with no one coming to buy weapons. It didn't seem like what Xiao Er said, that the weapons here were the best in the whole city. He couldn't help but feel suspicious: "I shouldn't have been cheated by Xiao Er, should I?"

  Xiao Fan walked closer, and all he could hear was the sound of hammering coming from inside. This piqued his interest, and after hesitating for a moment, he decided to go in and take a look.

  Xiao Fan walked in and saw a middle-aged man who looked honest and simple-minded concentrating on forging iron.

  The middle-aged man looked robust, but his face was honest and he was lowering his head, concentrating on forging a long sword. The iron furnace was right in the center of the store, this place didn't look like a weapon shop at all, but rather an ironwork shop.

  "Boss, I want to take a look at the weapons." Xiao Fan said, seeing that the middle-aged man seemed to be ignoring him.

  "You see for yourself, wait until I finish forging this sword." The middle-aged man continued to focus on his work, not even lifting his head, it was clear that the long sword he was forging was more attractive to him than Xiao Fan.

  As soon as Xiao Fan heard the middle-aged man's tone, he became interested in him. Generally, people who open shops and do business are all good-tempered and courteous to customers, with the intention of making more money. However, this boss was different. He just buried his head and forged iron, appearing to be indifferent to customers. There were only two possibilities: one was that his goods were of very high quality, so even if the boss had a bad temper, customers would still buy things from his shop; the other was that there was a problem with this person's character.

  The store was not large, only a few dozen square meters, with a middle-aged man occupying the center to forge iron, and around him were hung about a dozen or so weapons.

  It's a bit strange that all the weapons hung in the store are only knives and swords.

  Xiao Fan picked up a sword and lightly plucked it, astonishingly discovering that this ordinary-looking sword was actually forged entirely from xuan iron.

  "Good sword, good sword." Xiao Fan couldn't help but praise.

  After seeing the first sword, Xiao Fan became interested in this store. He then picked up another sword, which was entirely black, three feet long and three fingers wide. The sword had a chilling aura that pierced through his body.

  "This was cast from Cold Iron, and its material is no less than that of Dark Iron." Xiao Fan couldn't help but praise.

  Xiao Fan picked up another sword, this one was entirely crimson red, extremely hot, Xiao Fan sighed: "It's actually made of Red Iron."

  Next, Xiao Fan took a look at the other dozen or so knives and swords, discovering that each one was made of special materials, and each used different materials.

  "What did you see?" At this time, a middle-aged man came to Xiao Fan's side and asked.

  "Haha, boss is really something, I admire you. Here, I'll take all six knives and six swords." Xiao Fan said.

  "Hahaha..."

  The middle-aged man seemed to have heard something funny and burst out laughing.

  "This young master probably hasn't heard of our shop's rules."

  "Oh, are there rules?" Xiao Fan suddenly became interested: "I don't know what rules?"

  The middle-aged man said: "This store sells weapons, but it's not priced in gold, instead it's exchanged for materials of equal value."

  "Oh, there's actually such a rule." Xiao Fan was somewhat surprised, and then he silently cursed in his heart: "Damn shopkeeper, not telling me about this rule, now I won't be able to afford it."

  "It's true, our shop's rules have been passed down for decades, no one can break them. If you don't have the materials, then please leave." The middle-aged man said.

  "Hold on." Xiao Fan suddenly smiled and said, "I don't know if your store has any other rules, please tell me all at once."

  "There's nothing else regular." said the middle-aged man.

  "In that case, please take a look at how many swords this dark iron heavy sword can exchange for?" Xiao Fan smiled and took out the door-sized dark iron heavy sword from his storage bag.

  A middle-aged man took over the Xuan Tie heavy sword, and the thousand-catty Xuan Tie heavy sword in his hand was as if it were nothing. This made Xiao Fan somewhat surprised, apparently this middle-aged man's cultivation was extraordinary.

  "What a big piece of dark iron." The middle-aged man sighed, then shouted angrily: "Which bastard messed around, a good piece of dark iron was turned into such a big lump of iron, damn it!"

  "Cough... " Xiao Fan felt a bit embarrassed, at that time the blacksmith really didn't want to forge such a heavy xuan iron sword, and was completely forced by Xiao Fan.

  "Boss, you haven't said how many swords this Xuan Tie heavy sword can exchange for yet?" Xiao Fan said.

  "If we compare in terms of quantity, this piece of dark iron is as large as all the knives and swords in our store. However, I don't lack dark iron, so this piece can only be exchanged for one knife and one sword. If you're willing, young master, then let's make the exchange; if not, then forget it." The middle-aged man said.

  "I'm telling you, boss, this is a bit unfair. You said it yourself, such a large piece of mystic iron can be exchanged for over ten knives and swords in the store, but you're only giving me one knife and one sword. Isn't that too little?" Xiao Fan said.

  The middle-aged man said: "In this way, although I have the upper hand in the exchange, these weapons are all made with my heart and soul. If you don't want to make the exchange, young master, then forget it, I won't force you."

  "What the hell, you're being unreasonable!" Xiao Fan stared at the middle-aged man in shock, looking at how he appeared to be a decent person but was now being ridiculous. Xiao Fan was truly speechless.

  "You want to play dirty? Fine, let's play dirty then. Do you dare to switch or not?" the middle-aged man said with a glare.

  "Hmm..." Xiao Fan was speechless, thinking for a long time before saying: "Alright, let's just say I'm at a disadvantage. However, I only need one sword, can you help me forge a few flying knives with the material of that dagger? If you still don't agree, then I won't buy it."

  "Deal." The middle-aged man quickly agreed: "I'll trade a sword and ten dark iron flying knives for this piece of dark iron."

  "Okay."

  Xiao Fan reluctantly nodded, feeling a sense of suffocation. Such a large piece of mysterious iron was exchanged for only one sword and ten flying knives, which was less than one-tenth of the original amount. It was simply a huge loss.

  However, Xiao Fan really didn't want to go find another skilled blacksmith, so he just made do with it.

  "The middle-aged man said, 'You choose a sword first, and I'll help you forge a flying knife right away.'"

  "How long?" Xiao Fan.

  "That's enough for half a day, there's still tea inside, you can make your own tea to drink, or you can go out and take a stroll first, and come back to find me after half a day to get the flying knife." The middle-aged man said, then eagerly took the Xuan Tie heavy sword to the edge of the iron furnace and started forging.

  There were a total of twelve weapons in the store, divided into six swords and six knives. Xiao Fang picked up the six swords to choose from, and finally chose a long sword made of cold iron, with a length of three feet and a width of two and a half fingers, with a dark body.

  "Remember to make a scabbard for me too." Xiao Fang said to the middle-aged man while holding the Cold Iron Sword.

  "There are many sword scabbards behind you, choose whichever one you want." The middle-aged man didn't even look at Xiao Fan, and was focused on forging iron.

  "Alright." Xiao Fan made a dull remark, rubbed his nose, went to the back and picked up a sword scabbard, then left the iron shop. He didn't want to stay inside for half a day anyway.

  Xiao Fan held a Cold Iron Sword in his left hand and a folding fan in his right hand, swaggering along the road.

  Yangcheng is much larger than Xuanshan City, and the city is also more lively, with people coming and going. Compared to Yangcheng, Xuanshan City seems like a small mountain village, while Yangcheng is truly a city.

  "Get out of the way, get out of the way..."

  Just then, a loud shout came from in front of Xiao Fan, and the people in front of him were thrown into chaos, with everyone who had been densely packed together suddenly scrambling to run away.

  "What's wrong?" Xiao Fang grabbed a middle-aged man who was hastily fleeing and asked.

  "Run quickly, Young Master Yang is coming..." The middle-aged man said hastily and then left in a flurry.

  "What kind of person is this Young Master Yang? Is he going to go on a killing spree?" Xiao Fan was somewhat perplexed, and in the moment it took him to regain his composure, everyone around him had already hidden themselves by the side of the road.

  "Knock knock knock..."

  At this time, the sound of horseshoes galloping came over, and soon a dozen or so tall horses rushed over quickly, trampling everything in their path without any restraint.

  "Looking for death, get out of the way!" Seeing Xiao Fan still standing in the middle of the road, the leading youth cursed loudly, and his advancing speed did not slow down at all, intending to trample Xiao Fan.

  Xiao Fan's mouth curled up in a faint smile, he had originally wanted to take action, but stopped himself, muttering in his heart: "It's just a group of thugs, forget it, no need to bother with them." As he thought this, Xiao Fan's figure flashed and disappeared by the side of the road.

  "Haha, I thought you were a tough guy, but it turns out you're just a softie."

  "Hahaha..."

  A group of people galloped past on horseback, laughing and jeering recklessly.

  Xiao Fan clenched the sword in his hand, wanting to take action, but stopped again, comforting himself: "Forget it, just a group of bandits and rascals, this young master doesn't want to bother with them."

  "It's a common saying: when a dog bites a person once, must the person also bite the dog back?"

  Xiao Fan comforted himself by talking to himself.

  "Good thing you dodged quickly, young man, or else you'd be dead," an old man beside him said to Xiao Fan.

  "Old man, who were those people who just passed by? Why are they so arrogant?" Xiao Fan asked.

  "They are a group of young masters in this city, especially the leader, named Yang Wei, who is the number one young master in this city. He has been doing all sorts of bad things every day." The old man said indignantly.

  "Ah, Yangcheng's number one young master."

  Xiao Fan rubbed his nose, why did this name sound so familiar? Thinking back to those years, I, Xiao Fan, was also known as the number one young master of Xuan Shan City. Coughing, it seemed that he and Yang Wei were indeed fated to meet.

  But this guy's name is also quite well-taken, cough, Yang Wei...

  As soon as he thought of the name, Xiao Fan wanted to burst out laughing. He sincerely admired Yang Wei's parents for being able to come up with such a creative name - they were truly talented people.

  Then, Xiao Fan slightly shook his head and stopped thinking about this group of people. He wouldn't be staying in Yang City for long, and it was unlikely that he would run into them again.

  No matter where they go, there will always be these spoiled brats. Xiao Fan is not a great hero and does not have a heroic heart, nor does he want to get involved in such matters.