Hearing this, Ban Bianyue looked at the young man's broken sword in front of him, thought for a while, and said, "Let's go to Elder Nan Lie and ask him for help."

"Please ask that old man?"

Li Ziye looked startled and said, "If I don't go, that old guy would like me to lose. If I go to beg him, he will only laugh at him."

"On Peach Blossom Island, the Nanlie Presbyterian Church is the only one who casts ware. If I don't ask him, there's really nothing I can do."

Banbian Yue said helplessly, "Xiao Ziye, you have to think carefully."

After hearing this, Li Ziye's face changed several times, and he struggled internally for a long time before finally choosing to bow his head due to reality.

"All right."

People had to lower their heads under the eaves. Li Ziye's eyes became moist again, and he said with humiliation, "I'll go!"

The script shouldn't be like this!

Could it be that he should have returned to the south courtyard arrogantly and let the old villain eat ten kilograms of black iron?

Eat with dipping sauce!

Grind it into powder and eat it!

Now, why did he turn around and beg the old man?

Slap in the face!

Half an hour later.

South courtyard.

Nan Lie stood arrogantly in front of the stove, looked at the young man in front of him, and said with a smile, "Hey, why did our destiny son come back so soon? Let me guess, did he come here to slap me in the face? Witness it with your own eyes
Chapter completed!