Fan Jian widened his eyes and looked at the embroidered handkerchief in the little girl's hand.

He couldn't help but laugh and scold: "Damn! Isn't this embroidered me? Please, little beauty, is this leader so ugly?"

Tang Long was also shocked.

All four of them were looking at the embroidery in the little girl's hand.

I saw a person embroidered on it, a person sitting on a bench with his legs crossed, drinking tea and eating melon seeds.

Who is that person not Fan Jian?

Too similar!

It's just so similar!

She didn't know Fan Jiansu, and she was able to embroider his image on a silk handkerchief in such a short time. It was so vivid and vivid that this little girl was not simple.

"I'm so ugly."

The little girl lowered her head shyly.

Zhou Yan turned his head and looked at Fan Jian. He was waiting for Fan Jian's instructions.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Fan Jian nodded.

"Okay, little girl, you are a little embroidery group at a young age. Our leader agreed to let you join our Three and Four Yam Sects."

Zhou Yandao.

"Thank you, senior brother, thank you, sect leader."

Everyone bowed to the tent in the detention of the little girl.

"Come on, write your name on the roster. From now on, we will be a family, all under the leadership of the sect and disciples of the Sansi Yam Sect."

The little girl nodded.

Zhou Yan took out the roster and spread it on the table.

The little girl took the brush and wrote three words neatly - Wang Xiaocao.

"Wang Xiaocao, a good name."

Fan Jian exclaimed, and the little girl blushed.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Thank you for your praise, Xiaocao knows it yourself, but Xiaocao's name is very ordinary."

Compared with Yun Potian, Zhou Yan and Tang Long, Wang Xiaocao's name is indeed very ordinary, but her name is just like hers, full of vitality, low-key and implicit, but with unique skills.

Next, Fan Jian introduced two senior brothers to Wang Xiaocao, and the three senior brothers and sisters knew each other, and Niu Xiaocao saluted the two senior brothers.

Fan Jian quietly took a look at the control panel in the sea of ​​consciousness. He saw that the column [Sect Construction] finally changed, and it turned into 8\/1oooooooo

"Hehe, I recruited three disciples, added three values, and took a solid step towards the sacred land of the Three and Four Yam Sects in Qianqiu Daye!"

Fan Jian was secretly happy.

"Dingdang...Dingdangdang..."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

suddenly.

The sound of metal hitting came from far and near to Fan Jian.

Fan Jian looked in the sound and saw a man in high-end costume carrying a blacksmith, swaying towards his tent while wiping sweat.

This is a blacksmith, carrying a stove on one side of the load and various ironworks on the other side.

He was 1.85 meters tall, burly, big and round waist, and his skin turned bronze. He walked and walked, getting closer and closer to Fan Jian's tent.

"I heard that your sect specializes in recruiting geniuses? What do you think of me?"

The blacksmith came to the tent, put down the load, patted his chest, and smiled at Fan Jian and others.

Fan Jian only glanced at him and was so envious.

Fuck!&1t;i>&1t;/i>

This is simply the Oriental version of Schwarzenegger!

This body! This muscle! This strength!

There is nothing else.

The arrival of the blacksmith aroused the interest of everyone around him.

Everyone was confused by Fan Jian's way of recruiting disciples.

He first recruited a beggar with a disheveled face, and then recruited the first swordsman genius in Fengming City, and then recruited a little girl who could embroider. Now another blacksmith came.

Are these three and four yam sects the cultivation world sect or do they have to open a grocery store?

Zhou Yan turned his head to look at Fan Jian, and Fan Jian nodded to him.

Zhou Yan looked at the blacksmith and said, "Okay, our leader will give you a chance. You can show your unique skills in front of our leader."&1t;i>&1t;/i>

"Okay!"

The blacksmith agreed and began to tinker.

He set up the iron rack and the stove was burning.

He picked up a piece of mortal iron from the side and threw it into the fire to heat it up.

After a moment.

The iron piece was burned red. He skillfully used a clip to clamp the red iron piece and then placed it on the iron rack, ding ding dong dong, a very rhythmic wheel hammer, and a beat.

After a moment of knocking.

He threw it into the fire again and warmed it up, and repeated it nine times in a row.

With his beating, the iron piece turned into a heart-protecting mirror, black and shiny, with a special metallic luster.

Thorn!

Finally, put it in the water with a clip to cool down.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

When taken out again, the heart protection mirror has become illuminating.

"This is the unique forging technology of the Li clan. This heart-protecting mirror can withstand any attack of the Qingfeng sword at a ninth grade."

The blacksmith held the heart-protecting mirror in both hands and handed it to Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan took the heart protection mirror and turned to look at Fan Jian.

Fan Jian smiled and said, "Since the heart protection mirror you created is so powerful, let Yun Potian try it out to see if it is his sword sharp or your heart protection mirror solid."

"no problem."

The blacksmith agreed readily, then took the heart protection mirror from Zhou Yan, put it in his heart, and said to Yun Potian beside him: "Please."

Yun Potian took a deep breath and walked up to him.

He was actually very angry. He was the number one swordsman in Fengming City, but he was defeated by Tang Long with a wooden stick in public. He was defeated in an extremely embarrassing manner.&1t;i>&1t;/i>

Although Fan Jian commanded Tang Long and defeated him, he still lost.

Any genius has a proud heart!

He didn't want to be seen by Fan Jian, he didn't want to be seen by anyone.

He wanted to prove himself in front of Fan Jian, and he wanted to prove himself before the world.

So, this time, he must not be humiliated anymore, the title of Fengming City's No. 1 Sword Art Talent.

He drew out his long sword and said to the blacksmith very seriously: "Put away the heart protection mirror and stay away from your chest. I'm afraid that my sword will stab you again after piercing your heart protection mirror."

Unexpectedly, the blacksmith was unhappy.

"It's okay, you can thorn it, my heart protection mirror is very strong."

The blacksmith patted his chest and said carelessly.

"Okay, this is something you asked for. If you stab you, don't blame me."

"Just come."

The blacksmith waved his hand and signaled that Yun Potian would come to stab him.

Yun Potian took a deep breath and the sword in his hand pierced out lightning.

bite!

A sharp and harsh metallic attack sounded.

The sword in Yun Potian's hand suddenly broke.

The blacksmith just took a step back, and the heart protection mirror on his chest was nothing.

"What a hard heart protection mirror!"

Yun Potian couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Although his Qingfeng Sword was not inherited from his ancestors, it was also cast by a famous swordsman and has been with him for more than ten years.

Unexpectedly, today I was ruined under this heart protection mirror.

"Okay, beautiful!"

Fan Jian raised his hand and applauded.

A heart protection mirror that can easily break the Qingfeng sword is simply an enhanced bulletproof vest! It is a good thing to wear on your body.
Chapter completed!