Xuanhuan: I am the bad luck villain

clang!clang!clang!
There was a heavy impact, and the two figures were busy in front of the iron furnace.

Compared to Zhao Mengya who was steady and sophisticated in his busy schedule, Qin Yu, who had just learned how to blacksmith, seemed a little flustered at the moment.

After a while, the sword was directly burned because the temperature was too high.

After a while, due to excessive force, the weapon was bumped and uneven, and it looked like scrap iron.

There are also problems such as irregular opening, poor carving, blood grooves are always crooked, etc. Zhao Mengya frowned.

When Qin Yu persevered in destroying the sixth excellent weapon, Zhao Mengya finally couldn't bear it anymore, and couldn't bear Qin Yu's ruining weapons like this anymore.

Throwing Qin Yu a discarded iron sword with a snap, Zhao Mengya pointed at the small stove next to it.

"Go, go over there and practice by yourself, don't move my sword."

Qin Yu, who was working hard to forge iron, was taken aback when he heard the words, and after realizing it, he flew into a rage.

"Hey! What do you mean you! What happened to me breaking a few swords? I, Qin Yu, am under one man and under ten thousand..."

"past!"

"...Cut, Feng Shui turns around. When I learn how to forge iron, I will also drive you to the corner."

Muttering and dragging the scrap iron sword to the side, Qin Yu took the shapeless iron ingot and began to beat it vigorously, whispering while beating.

Although because of the noise, I couldn't hear what he was saying.

But looking at his elongated face, nine out of ten he didn't say anything good.

As the saying goes, people can't help themselves when they reach middle age, and they have to bring four hobbies.

Forging, catching the sea, fishing, health preservation, no matter whether it is intentional or unintentional, these can always attract a man's attention.

Even though Qin Yu didn't admit that he likes forging, but after hesitating for a while, he still ran over and chose to learn blacksmithing, and it lasted more than two hours.

Ding Ding Dang Dang kept knocking, and after a lot of hard work, the discarded iron sword in Qin Yu's hand finally took on some appearance.

Regardless of whether the internal structure is strong enough, at least from the appearance, the sword in his hand can finally be called a sword.

After quickly quenching, Qin Yu looked at the weapon that finally had some appearance in his hand, and excitedly began to polish and carve it, preparing to make a few grooves to reduce the weight and make it look better by the way.

But before he could concentrate on finishing it, footsteps suddenly sounded beside him.

Zhao Mengya came behind him expressionlessly, raised her hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head.

Then there was a bang, and Qin Yu, who was frightened, suddenly exerted force on his palm.

Accompanied by a click.

The sword that was placed on the table and took several hours to get out was broken...

Looking at the broken sword that fell to the ground while flicking, Zhao Mengya was expressionless and her voice was indifferent.

"There is a problem with the internal structure. This sword is useless and has been scrapped."

Hearing this, Qin Yu looked down at his loot and was silent for more than ten seconds.

Then he turned around suddenly, grabbed the white cloth on Zhao Mengya's body and lifted her up, his facial features were distorted.

"You pay for my sword!"

"That sword is useless."

"I don't care if it's scrapped or not! I just know that if you can't fix it! I'll scrap you!"

"It's useless after repairing it. The pattern you carved is too deep and complex, which has seriously affected the body of the sword. If you hold it against someone, it will shatter like broken glass along the pattern."

"I don't care! Pay me for my sword! Otherwise, I'll put you on the anvil!"

Amidst the roar, Zhao Mengya, who was sprayed with saliva, was expressionless, assuming that your sword is trash.

Qin Yu, who gradually calmed down from his rage, finally let go of Zhao Mengya, turned around and knelt in front of his sword, his face full of grief.

"This is my child. Is it wrong for me to want my child to be more beautiful! I am helping it..."

Click!

Before he finished speaking, the broken sword held up by Qin Yu broke in two along the pattern with a harsh and crisp sound due to the stress rupture.

Seeing this scene, Qin Yu's voice stopped abruptly.

Zhao Mengya, who was standing behind him with her arms around her shoulders, couldn't help but let out a sneer.

And her sneer instantly stimulated Qin Yu's sensitive nerves, he grabbed the hammer, roared and rushed towards Zhao Mengya's already forged weapons.

"My sword is broken, so everyone's swords will not be able to live! Everyone must die!!!"

In the midst of the chicken flying and dog jumping, there was a clanging sound, and Zhao Mengya, who hurriedly stepped forward to stop her, was directly smashed by a hammer to break the red-hot weapon in her hand.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough, and hurriedly grabbed her own hammer to fight.

The two hammers collided continuously in mid-air, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

Because of the superior quality of the weapons, both Zhao Mengya and Qin Yu grinned in shock.

Just like this, they fought continuously for a long time, and finally the two of them couldn't hold their wrists, so they ended in a temporary truce.

He viciously removed all his belongings, and even drew a long line on the ground with his sword to prove that the two sides never communicate with each other, and no one is allowed to cross the boundary.

Holding a lot of iron swords in his arms, Qin Yu started his forging journey again.

It's just that, a rookie like him who is obviously not good at technology, but still insists on playing fancy, extremely bad rookie forging method.

Zhao Mengya, who is a master in this way, even if she doesn't want to pay attention.

Looking at a group of excellent weapons, after passing through Qin Yu's hands, they were quickly destroyed by patterns and deceitful forging methods into inferior products.

The corners of Zhao Mengya's eyes trembled uncontrollably, and there was no mood forging.

After holding back for an hour, Zhao Mengya finally couldn't restrain her instinct, and began to give pointers unbearably.

Although Qin Yu has strictly prohibited her from crossing the line without permission.

But if people can't get through it, it doesn't mean that the sound can't get through it either.

Across tens of meters away, Zhao Mengya started remote command.

"The pattern is too deep, and the sword will break."

"To shut up!"

"Don't make the angle of the blade too wide, and climb up gradually in a slope, otherwise the weapon will get stuck in the flesh!"

"Crap!"

"Don't hammer the tip of the sword! I've said it several times! It's very fragile there! Don't hammer the tip of the sword! Otherwise it will break..."

Before the words fell, Qin Yu shook his hand, and only heard a click, and the tip of the sword spun and flew out on the spot.

Seeing this scene, the sound of hammering iron and talking disappeared instantly.

After being silent for a long time, when Qin Yu held the hammer and looked at the broken sword in silence, an uncontrollable chuckle suddenly entered his ears.

"Zhao Mengya! I want your life!"

Roaring out of embarrassment, Qin Yu suddenly raised the hammer in his hand, and rushed towards Zhao Mengya angrily.

The other party was so scared that he hurriedly grabbed the hammer to block, and with the sound of clanging, the two fought into a ball again.