The furious will made Han Rujun grab the legs of the table on the judging table with both hands, but his rationality prevented him from lifting up the table. △

Although Han Rujun was repeatedly angry, the scheming cultivated by the aristocratic family allowed him to break free from the shackles of anger and return to the world of reason and interests at the end.

"Zhongsun Fangfei, just say that this stupid barbarian can really represent you Baihua Chamber of Commerce?" Han Rujun pretended to be elegant, as if he was really shouting at the barbarians, and chose to ignore them.

Faced with the provocation, Duchess Zhong Sun Fangfei had to fight, but unfortunately there was no suitable craftsman in her hands. Without Huang Qi and Sun Qiao's hands, the rest of the craftsmen of the Baihua Chamber of Commerce were no match for the Chongjian Ding at all.

In desperation, Zhongsun Fangfei could only ask Qian Wuyou for help, but the young lord there was actually nodding.

Really nodding!

Will the barbarians forge them too?

Everyone knows that most wild tribes are so poor that they can’t even afford to buy a pot!

But now, the Hundred Flowers Chamber of Commerce actually has to support it with a barbarian forge!

Zhongsun Fangfei felt that her eyes must have had hallucinations, but when she wanted to confirm again, Qian Wuyou had already turned her attention elsewhere.

"Madam, if you think the barbarians are decent, Mulan... Mulan can do it too."

As soon as Zhongsun Fangfei turned around, she saw the handsome girl dressed in a hunting outfit. Although she felt familiar, she really couldn't remember it. She had seen such a hero there, so she shook her head decisively.

After all, no matter how stupid a barbarian is, he looks big and round. At least he can swing a hammer. Although Mulan's delicate and beautiful body also contains infinite vitality, no matter how he looks, it does not look like he can be forged.

Zhongsun Fangfei made a decision in an instant. After all, the Qian Wuyou received by Zhenbao, but the aristocrats, even the duchess, did not let the aristocrats compete with vulgar craftsmen, which was indecent and insulted.

With the idea of ​​"taking a dead horse as a living horse", Zhongsun Fangfei nodded at Han Rujun.

The impatient son of the Duke immediately announced the next round of competition with excitement and began immediately.

What is it just to be pointed at the nose and scolded?

As long as he can win the Hundred Flowers Chamber of Commerce and defeat Zhongsun Fangfei, his Han Ru army will have endless wealth, and then, all the barbarians and rude mountain people will be killed, leaving no one behind!

But now, getting things done safely is the top priority.

As long as Han Rujun defeated the woman who was in trouble, he would have absolutely confidence. He could use the power and power of the Duke of Yan’s Mansion to get back all the faces he had lost before. Anyone who refused to surrender would naturally know how sharp the knife was.

The fantasy Han Rujun, not long after daydreaming, discovered that the barbarian on the ring had actually carried two boxes of ore in a row. He skillfully set off his posture, turned on the furnace to create a fire, and smelted the wind and smelted iron.

At this time, a servant ran to the side of the reviewing table, lay in Han Rujun's ear, and whispered softly.

Han Rujun's eyes suddenly shone. He was excited and couldn't help but look at the judges. The three judges invited by Zhongsun Fangfei had all become restless. Obviously, the servants had completed his supplementary plan.

"Hmph, what a savage idiot! Do your work slowly, those humble judges will soon let you know who is the real winner."

Han Rujun looked around with a good mood, looking down on his face, but suddenly, a pair of cold and aggressive eyes fell into his eyes.

It's that rough mountain man again!

This time, Han Rujun's eyes did not dodge. He set off a gaze with Qian Wuyou with a dignified confrontation, his eyes filled with the light of revenge.

"Wait for me! Damn humble mountaineer, I will make you, the country lord, look good!"

But gradually, Han Rujun discovered something wrong, because Qian Wuyou on the opposite side had his eyes focal length on him. As soon as he turned around, Han Rujun saw Han Tie Ren, the deputy commander of the beast god Iron Guard of Duke Yan's mansion.

The big man in armor guarded behind Han Rujun, with a pair of cold eyes staring at Qian Wuyou with a look of the dead. He must be killed without mercy for those who dare to insult the Duke's Mansion.

Although Han Tieren was not able to take action directly in front of his wife, he had already made up his mind to let these ignorant little nobles know the dignity of the Duke of Yan's Mansion not be desecrated.

But Han Tieren did not expect that the eldest son of Yan, whom he tried his best to defend, was full of jealousy towards him.

Han Rujun has been the focus of attention since childhood. Wherever he goes, he will follow the praises. He always thought that he was the best in the world. Even if someone could be better than him, it would be a high-ranking gentry with the same family status as him.

But now, the gaze of a vulgar mountain man moved to his guard's head. What does this mean?

Is Han Rujun still not as good as a small guard commander?

What can Han Tiebian do if he fights to the group?

Humble warriors must always listen to the leadership of the mage!

So what can Han Tieben understand the law?

A poor background should be bowing down at the feet of the great duke!

So what if Han Iron Blade has a body of steel?

No matter how powerful he is, no one can fight against the thousands of troops of the Duke's Mansion!

As the Imperial Master, the son of the Grand Duke, and the only male heir to the Duke of Yan's Mansion, Han Rujun believed that he had a unique advantage, but now, the rough mountain citizen actually ignored him and stared at a humble chief guard.

For others, this is just a trivial matter. In the eyes of Han Rujun, it means that there is no distinction between superiors and inferiority. This is simply a top priority for chaos in the convention and rules.

The more Han Rujun thought about it, the more angry he became. His hatred for Qian Wuyou gradually turned into full resentment towards Han Tieren. His resentment from this guy actually snatched his focus halo and made him ignore him for nothing and endured the extremely depressed mental blow.

Just when Han Rujun was full of resentment, the forging competition on the ring gradually came to an end.

Little John didn't play any tricks, and he forged a wheeled battle axe with a normal posture;

The heavy sword Ding on the other side also created a black heavy sabre in the same posture.

Soon, two weapons were presented to the review table. Several appraisers held magnifying glasses and small hammers, knocked and looked at them, and several mages released magic one after another to detect the internal metal structure of the weapon.

Not long after, the final conclusion was given in the review seat.

Little John's wheel tomahawk was vulgar and could only chop wood;

The heavy sword Ding's heavy horse-cutting saber is a powerful weapon for the country, cutting gold and cutting jade.

The craftsmen around the ring all showed such expressions. They booed at the rude barbarians, and used their weapons of words to drive away the guy who pretended to understand.

Han Rujun was proud when he heard the evaluation, while Zhongsun Fangfei looked sad, but the little John on the ring shouted: "You idiots are all blind! Is there such trouble to identify weapons?"

While speaking, little John grabbed the giant wheel axe with one hand and the heavy slashing saber with the other, and then swung it hard.

Swords and axes intersect, and thunder sounds roar.

Sharp!

The black shadow flew out and penetrated the ring straight. The next moment, the sword and axe in the little John's hand appeared again.

The heavy saber saber, known as the weapon of the country, was only half left. In the bright gap, there was a dazzling brilliance. As long as someone who knew a little about metal, he would know that this section was cut out, not broken;

On the contrary, the wheel tomahawk that could only chop wood was not even a gap on the shiny blade.

Such violent experiments completely shocked the craftsmen around the ring, but what made them even more incredible was the fact in front of them.

How is this possible?

Didn’t the jury’s wizards have already come to the conclusion that it was just a rotten axe for chopping wood?

Han Rujun was so shocked that he suddenly stood up. The chair he was sitting on suddenly hit Han Tiebian armor and then fell to the ground;

Zhongsun Fangfei's eyes suddenly shot out sharp light, and her gaze focused on the jury. However, none of the three appraisers hired by the Baihua Chamber of Commerce dared to look up. The tricks in it were instantly clear.

In the surprise of the whole audience, Han Rujun first reacted. He was guilty and immediately a villain came to complain first: "He cheated! This barbarian used his means and deliberately broke the sabre!"

Little John couldn't help but be stunned and said, "This is not a powerful weapon for the country. The saber to cut gold and jade? How could it be worse than the firewood-cutting axe I made casually? Are you really the forging technicians of the Five Elements Empire? Not to be fake?"

Little John, who was full of confusion, raised the saber to the ground while speaking, and looked at the cut and looked again and again, but in a series of shaking his head, the saber to the ground was still thrown by him.

With a thud, the saber shattered into scum.

In the brute force collision just now, John was not only slashing, but also used the "heavy strike" combat technique.

"Catch the barbarian who broke the treasure!" Han Rujun roared furiously. He planned to denie this competition. Of course, the solution was to completely disrupt the order of the venue.

But unexpectedly, the little John who followed Qian Wuyou had the ability to cause trouble than Han Rujun.

The barbarian forging master on the ring suddenly pointed the giant axe at Han Rujun. The mockery fighting skills he was practicing instantly broke out: "Little white-faced grandson, now, let grandpa teach you how to be a human being!"

The taunt of fighting skills is a spiritual attack. Han Rujun, who was hit, instantly turned red in his eyes. He overturned the table on the spot and ran over, but someone was faster than him. Han Tieben had already launched the charge fighting skills.

"Those who insult the Duke of Yan will die!"
Chapter completed!