Seeing Mu Hanyan coming with Ling Baobao and Tan Yu, everyone consciously gave way to a passage, which seemed to be a bit of a star-studded moon.
"You really dare to come?" Seeing that Mu Hanyan hadn't arrived earlier, even Nie Fangsheng thought he was afraid of embarrassment and dared not come. Unexpectedly, he really came, and his expression was so relaxed. Everyone's discussion seemed unheard.
"Why not? I'm still thinking about Master Nie's ancestral sword-making skills." Mu Hanyan said with a free and easy smile.
"What a big tone!" Nie Fangsheng looked at Mu Hanyan contemptuously: laugh, let you laugh, and you will cry later.
Nie Fangsheng made up his mind to wait for Mu Hanyan to fail, humiliate him severely, and then drive him out of Jianjian Hall, even without giving Gong Hongru any face.
Anyway, he didn't know the severity and brought shame on himself, Gong Hongru couldn't blame him.
"Shall we start now?" Mu Hanyan said straight to the point, not interested in showing off her tongue.
"Let's get started." Nie Fangsheng flicked his sleeves, took two steps back and sat on the grand teacher's chair, looking at Mu Hanyan with a sneer.
Mu Hanyan stepped forward a few steps, looked at the sword-forging hammer and the fine iron that had been prepared, but fortunately, this Nie Heilian was not mean enough, and did not do anything.
In fact, it wasn't that Nie Heimian found out with conscience, but that he didn't think Mu Hanyan had the possibility of success at all, so he didn't bother to do anything.
"Raise the fire, turn on the furnace!" Mu Hanyan said.
"Yes, Master." Tan Yu and the others responded respectfully, and then quickly turned on the stove.
Soon, a faint blue flame was burning in the sword-forging furnace. Compared with the sword-forging furnace that Tan Yu bought yesterday, this sword-forging furnace was of higher quality, with a higher flame temperature and more condensed.
With a hammer in his hand, Mu Hanyan was about to start forging swords, and his demeanor of a master swordsmith was fully displayed.
"This Mu Hanyan seems to be very confident. Could it be that he really learned the method of casting and forging bones? But, he only learned it once, and after a night of comprehension, how could he learn it so quickly?" Seeing Mu With Han Yan's confident appearance, everyone around couldn't help feeling suspicious, and it was really hard to believe her guess.
"Baby Ling, what are you doing?" Just as everyone was full of doubts and waiting for the result, Mu Hanyan suddenly stopped and yelled at Baby Ling.
"It's nothing, it's nothing." Ling Baobao said with a smile.
"Nothing? What are you holding?" Mu Hanyan asked with a sullen face.
"Actually, it's just a small bet. They all say that you can't succeed, so I'll bet with them a few times." Ling Baobao said shyly.
The group of disciples who were staring at Mu Hanyan almost fell down on the spot. It turned out that not only Mu Hanyan was confident, but this baby Ling was so confident in him that he dared to bet.
Nie Fangsheng's already dark complexion became even darker, and he actually started gambling, what kind of place did he turn his Sword Forging Hall into, a gambling house
"How many times have I told you that gambling harms others and yourself, why do you still gamble?" Mu Hanyan said bitterly.
"But my mother said that if you know you only win but not lose, it's not called gambling. That's called picking money. Can't I pick it up?" Ling Baobao said with a bitter face.
"That's it, then come here." Mu Hanyan thought for a while and said.
"What are you doing?" Ling Baobao reluctantly walked over.
"Take these and place some bets for me." Mu Hanyan handed him a thick stack of bank notes.
"Didn't you say that gambling is bad, that it harms others and yourself?" Baby Ling said with a sad face.
If he is the only one who wins the bet and everyone else loses the bet, of course he can make a lot of money, but Mu Hanyan has a lot of money, and if he throws away tens of millions of taels, his share will naturally be less.
"Can't I just pick up the money?" Mu Hanyan gave him a blank look and said.
Although gambling is bad, Ling Baobao is right. Who would not like picking money? It has nothing to do with gambling.
"Go, at worst, I'll share with you more." Mu Hanyan gave Ling Baobao a look. She was still in a hurry to pick up money and didn't want to argue with him.
Everyone around was dumbfounded. They had seen someone who was confident, but they had never seen someone who was so confident. How could this Mu Hanyan have such confidence.
"Why don't you place more bets, or you won't get anywhere if you score more?" Baobao Ling said to the crowd with a sad face.
Looking at it like that, he was sure that he only wins but not loses. He is just picking money, but it is somewhat different.
Although they didn't think that Mu Hanyan had the possibility of success, seeing that Ling Baobao was so confident, many people still had a long-term mind and dared not place any more bets.
"Let's play more. It's just a gamble after a lot of trouble. Let me win some pill money. At worst, wait until I win to treat you to dinner." Ling Baobao said almost pleadingly.
Everyone around is ignorant. If you win our money and invite us to dinner, it seems that we are still at a disadvantage. Do you really think we are fools
Eh, no, why did he say that if he wins, he can really win? Why did he accidentally believe in his words.
"I'll bet you!" Nie Fang was really angry.
This baby Ling, this Mu Hanyan, did he really use his Jianjian Hall as a gambling house? It's fine as a gambling house, but he still thinks that he only wins and not loses, and even everyone around him believes in his words.
This made him lose face. After all, Nie Fangsheng deliberately made things difficult for Mu Hanyan to vent his anger on Qiu Yongcheng. This is a well-known secret in Longyan College.
After speaking, Nie Fangsheng directly took out several million taels of silver bills and threw them to Ling Baobao.
"Okay, okay, is there anyone else who wants to place a bet, hurry up, this shop will be gone after this village." Ling Baobao smiled happily. A few million taels, a lot, well developed!
"I'll bet too." Qiu Zizhong naturally didn't want Mu Hanyan's prestige to destroy his ambition, so he also took out one million.
Seeing that even Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong had placed bets, some college disciples followed suit.
This time, Ling Baobao was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth.
"Mu Hanyan, let's start?" Seeing that this fairly legitimate test was about to turn into a farce, Nie Fangsheng felt a little restless and urged Mu Hanyan to say.
"Okay, let's start." Seeing that Baobao Ling had already "picked up" a lot of money, Mu Hanyan was in a good mood. Seeing that the fire was about the same temperature, she began to swing the sword hammer.
Following Mu Hanyan's dexterous technique, the dark golden sword-forging hammer drew wonderful arcs, flashing with exciting light, full of aesthetic feeling.
Everyone around was amazed. No wonder Mu Hanyan was so confident. This sword-casting technique of casting shapes and forging bones was really inseparable.