Chapter 42

"Ha ha..." the blacksmith laughed and looked at the Demon Hunter: "interesting boy! What's your name?"

"Yeqi, sir!" answered the demon hunter truthfully, "it's a pleasure to meet you!"

"Well, boy, do you want me to repair your weapon?" hearing Ye Qi's name, the blacksmith's eyes lit up slightly, but he still said as before: "with such an attitude, don't you worry that I refuse your request?"

"Sir, weapons are very important! But that doesn't mean I can look at my friends and be blackmailed by you!" the demon hunter shrugged and continued: "besides, shack, you're not the only blacksmith!"

"Well, I'm not the only blacksmith in shack!" the blacksmith nodded admiringly, but his expression was unusually confident: "but the best one is definitely me! OK, boy, it's not impossible for you to let me repair your weapons? As long as you prove that you have enough strength to use my weapons!"

"No problem!" he gave a reassuring look to the big man who had been quietly pulling his windbreaker. The demon hunter turned back to the blacksmith and said word by word: "how do I need to prove it?"

The blacksmith did not answer directly, but raised his long sword and stabbed the demon hunter in the chest. He answered what the demon hunter wanted to prove with his actions - Ye Qi was already on guard when the big man quietly pulled his windbreaker. Therefore, before the long sword stabbed into his chest, ye Qi had withdrawn a long way. Raising his hand was a burning hand.

The hot conical flame immediately devoured the blacksmith, but the blacksmith in the flame was unaware, and the long sword still stabbed Ye Qi's chest.

After the giant man used his body to resist the burning hand, ye Qi was not surprised to see that the blacksmith ignored the power of the burning hand, but attacked again quickly - with the other party's muscles more developed than the giant man, there is no reason why the other party can't do what the giant man can do.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ye Qi, who lost his short knife, can't fight hand to hand. He can only rely on M500 to stop the other party's attack. And this time it was more effective than the burning hand - the blacksmith withdrew his sword and flashed aside. It was obvious that although the other party's body was strong, it could not ignore the. 50 magnum pistol bullet. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the fireball technique gradually took shape in Ye Qi's hands, and the scorching tropical heat was ready to gush out with violent energy!

"Stop!" the blacksmith yelled, "smelly boy, you dare to throw out the fireball in your hand. I promise you won't take a weapon I made from me all your life!"

"As you wish!" Ye Qi heard the sound and dispersed his fireball skill. He blinked and asked the blacksmith, "I don't know if I have proved myself?"

"Cunning boy!" whispered the blacksmith, extending his hand: "bring it!"

Ye Qi didn't need to procrastinate. He immediately took out the short knife again and put it in the blacksmith's hand.

"Good Dao! What a pity!" the blacksmith carefully studied Ye Qi's short Dao and whispered, "rust? What a damned ability! An apostle with such bastard ability should be destroyed by humanity!"

The blacksmith stood up, took out some tools from the cabinet behind him and grinded them carefully against the short knife - during this period, ye Qi looked at the blacksmith nervously, afraid that the other party would say something that could not be repaired. The big man was full of confidence in the blacksmith. He stood there with a barrel in his arms and watched the blacksmith work excitedly.

A quarter of an hour later, the blacksmith raised his head and sighed. Suddenly, Yeqi's heart was pulled together - John gave it to him