Mo Youwei looked at Murong Ningyue with a look of surprise. At this time, Murong Ningyue looked very embarrassed. The dust raised by the iron was stained on her face, and then it was shattered by the rush of sweat, making Murong Ningyue's originally white and tender face turn black and white, like a little cat щwwlā

Looking at Mo Youwei's surprised eyes, Murong Ningyue said a little unhappy: "What are you looking at? Have you never seen a beautiful woman thug? Get out of here!"

Murong Ningyue beat her for a long time but the iron piece became smaller. She was in a depressed mood and scolded Mo Youwei.

The old man also came in and drove Mo Youwei out. After Murong Ningyue left the iron shop, she still couldn't figure out why Murong Ningyue ran in and started to get the iron?

But soon Mo Youwei's face suddenly changed and he cursed: "Okay! He actually thought of using the bitter meat trick to win the favor of Master Tie. No, it seems that I must hurry up!"

It seems that Mo Youwei thought that the reason why Murong Ningyue made a blacksmith there was to please Master Tie, and wanted to use this to see the Artifact Saint.

Thinking of this, Mo Youwei immediately regarded Murong Ningyue as a very cunning woman, and at the same time began to decide to speed up his pace and not let Murong Ningyue get ahead.

Murong Ningyue was indifferent to Mo Youwei's appearance. If Murong Ningyue was thinking about making a bet with Master Tie at the beginning, it was to finally see the weapon saint.

But whether she could see the Artifact Saint in the end was secondary. For Murong Ningyue, she only had this iron piece in her eyes. In order to prove that she had to refine the iron piece to the size of her finger.

When the day was getting late, Murong Ningyue looked at the fruits of her labor. The size of the iron block did not change significantly, but it could still be distinguished that it had become smaller.

Master Tie looked at Murong Ningyue and smiled: "How is it? If you want to give up, you can tell me in advance. I will never laugh at you!"

Murong Ningyue raised her head and said stubbornly: "Give up! There is no word for giving up in my dictionary! Just wait!"

After Murong Ningyue said that, she turned around and left, but she had already made up her mind to continue coming tomorrow morning. She didn't believe in just a piece of iron, and there would be a day to get it done!

After leaving the iron shop, Mo Youwei did not return to the city lord's mansion directly, but instead walked out of the city and arrived at an uninhabited corner outside the city.

"Why are you here now? How are you doing? Have you found out the whereabouts of the Artifact Saint?"

An old man suddenly appeared in front of Mo Youwei. If Murong Ningyue stood here, she would definitely recognize that this old man was one of the elders who escaped from the Iron Sword Sect after she had washed away the Iron Sword Sect after she had bloody washing.

Mo Youwei didn't seem to be very afraid of the elder, and said impatiently: "Do you think I don't want to complete the task earlier and go back? That woman is unreasonable. It took me a lot of effort to deal with her and please her. Recently, a woman seems to be trying to beat the saint of the weapon!"

The old man's eyes sterned when he heard this, "Recently, more and more people have received news about the Artifact Saint. Everyone is trying to beat the Artifact Saint. The people above are still worried about the previous death of the family, so the Artifact Saint must not be missed!"
Chapter completed!