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Thinking about how he had killed that purple armored Yue Clan soldier earlier, was his final shout a day away? Since it was from a clan of the Dragon Gate, where did Yue clan come from?

While Qin Rufeng was in deep thought, two well-dressed youths walked past him, hugging each other's shoulders.

"Do you know that the Pink Fragrance Pavilion has specially sent a group of foreign beauties from the western border this time for the sake of finding a young master who failed the Groom Search Competition? Do you want to enjoy yourself tonight?"

These words were clearly heard by Qin Rufeng.

Qin Rufeng stared at the pink perfume bag in his hand and muttered: "Pink Fragrance Pavilion … Pink Sachet... "Five generals …"

A glint of light shot out of Qin Rufeng's eyes as he thought to himself, "That's right.

Five plus one is six, which means it's six o'clock tomorrow afternoon. The pink scented sachet was embroidered with the design of the palace, which was also known as the Pink Fragrance Pavilion.

The message that Yue Wanhua is going to leave me is the Pink Fragrance Pavilion at 6 PM tomorrow. "

Qin Rufeng, who was suddenly enlightened, could not help but feel elated. Having entered the inner city, he began to carefully size up this small town.

There were many shops on both sides of the street where Qin Rufeng was currently standing. The setting sun's rays lightly scattered on the red brick and green tiles, or the eaves of the brightly colored buildings. It added some haziness and poetry to the prosperous late night scenery.

The lights of the houses along the streets were being illuminated by the setting sun. On the slightly curving city street, tens of thousands of lights were like a string of glittering gemstones, and the lights were also like twinkling pearls in the night as they meandered forward without end.

As Qin Rufeng walked forward, behind him were many elegant, elegant, and worldly faces. The carriages and horses sparkled, and streams of people flowed in. Not far away, the faint piercing shout of a trader could be heard, along with the occasional long hooting of a horse.

Qin Rufeng felt the bustling streets around him and could not help but stop in his tracks. He looked at the blood-red setting sun and thought to himself, "Even the Spirit Corner is only mediocre!"

While Qin Rufeng was sighing emotionally, a shop whose signboard was already on the verge of collapse entered his eyes. What Qin Rufeng was interested in was the name of this shop.

This extremely domineering name did not fit the dilapidated shop in front of them.

"Blacksmith!" Heh … Interesting! " Qin Rufeng muttered as he pushed open the creaking wooden door and walked in.

The moment he pushed open the door, a surge of coldness directly assaulted Qin Rufeng's mind.

Qin Rufeng could feel a faint coldness floating in the air, and his heart shivered, "If there are no peerless divine weapons in this iron grade shop, then there will be an expert hidden in the shadows. In his previous life, he had experienced this sort of coldness within the divine sword of the number one swordsman clan. "

Soon after, the sound of metal being forged rang out and the clamor of the outside world immediately disappeared from Qin Rufeng's ears. It was as if the sound of metal being forged was overshadowed by this sound.

There was no one in the room, not even a single person. There was only a flickering candle on the wooden cabinet filled with Xuan Artifacts. The candle was almost as tall as the base.

The silence in the room and the hustle and bustle of the outside world created a strong collision in Qin Rufeng's mind.

Qin Rufeng's feet made creaking sounds as they stepped on the worn-out floor. However, it was insignificant under the cover of the clanking sounds of metal being forged.

"Is there anyone here?" Qin Rufeng asked while standing at the door.

And Qin Rufeng replied with the same metal clanging sound. Qin Rufeng could not help but furrow his brows, and again tried to smash the wooden door, letting out a dull thumping sound.

Qin Rufeng strode into the shop.

The dim room was filled with all sorts of weapons, with crossbows of varying sizes hung on the walls, various spears, halberds, meteor hammers, and mace were placed chaotically on the weapons racks.

Even though the floor was littered with metal plates of unknown use, it could be said that the entire room was in chaos.

Qin Rufeng casually took out a wooden sword wrapped in an unknown leather bag from the cupboard. Qin Rufeng's hand gripped the wooden handle; it was ice-cold to the touch. Qin Rufeng slowly pulled the sword out of the wooden handle. As the blade was unsheathed, a cold light flashed across Qin Rufeng's face. He shouted, "Good sword!"

Before his voice had even died away, Qin Rufeng had completely unsheathed the wooden sword and stared at the lower half of the sword that had disappeared. His face revealed a trace of astonishment as he thought in his heart: "This sword is made of common metal, but it is nevertheless an unparalleled sharp blade.

The sword is incomparably sharp, but it does not have any traces of killing intent. It is clearly just a virgin sword, so how could the lower half of the sword be broken? "

"Have you seen enough? See if you can put it back when you've had enough! " A warm and soft voice rang out from a dark corner, and the clanging sound of the iron forging disappeared without a trace.

Qin Rufeng put the broken sword back into its scabbard in an orderly manner. Turning around, he saw a large mountain in the shape of a human.

The man in front of Qin Rufeng was eight feet tall and weighed more than three hundred kilograms. The exposed upper body was clearly outlined, with distinct lines. Large areas of mist continued to appear on the bronze colored skin. The lower body was roughly wrapped in an unknown beast skin. A pair of iron boots reflected a cold light in the Hunan room.

The huge pincer held in the burly man's right hand produced sizzling sounds as it burned red. The terrifying high temperature of the metal made the originally ice-cold room instantly heat up.

His left hand was holding a wok lid sized iron hammer. The head of the hammer was also burning red, as if magma was flowing on it from underground.

Staring at Qin Rufeng, the robust man once again spoke in a gentle voice, "To forge or to buy weapons, give me a straightforward answer! I'm still in a hurry to forge iron. "

Qin Rufeng looked at the eight foot tall man who weighed more than three hundred kilograms and heard his gentle voice. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood as he thought to himself, "The disparity is too great! "It's as hard to accept as the memorial archway outside."

Qin Rufeng adjusted his dark thoughts and said with a slightly provocative tone: "I want to forge something, but I don't know if you have the strength to do so!"

The reason why Qin Rufeng used such a tone to start speaking was because if this strong man was a weapons expert, he wouldn't care what tone you used to talk to him. The only thing that attracted his interest were the things he didn't know in his domain.

Sure enough, after the brawny man wrinkled his brows, a gentle and soft voice that completely didn't fit his physique sounded out, "You'd better take something out that interests me, otherwise I'll smash you like steel."