The demon witch is her white moonlight

"It's natural." The old man respected Le Xiaoyi, and hurriedly reported to Le Xiaoyi the major incidents that Ganruo Tribe encountered recently, "This matter should start from a few months ago..."

It turns out that ever since the ancestors of the Le family came to Qianruo and taught him how to forge swords, Ganruo has always been a royal craftsman of the royal court, responsible for importing high-quality swords to the royal court.

However, in the past 100 years, casting skills have begun to decline, and there are fewer and fewer craftsmen who can pass on the true inheritance of the ancestors of the Le family. Until 30 years ago, the last old man who could create magic weapons, Gong Yu, passed away, and there will be no more. A craftsman who can forge magic weapons.

The new king of Wang Ting ascended the throne and sent envoys to Ganruo, demanding that within three months, Ganruo create a magical weapon as the new king's royal weapon, and the scimitar made by Gong Yu entered the tomb of the former king as a funeral treasure. .

There are only a few days left in the three-month period. If the magic soldiers needed by the new king cannot be handed over, and the envoys cannot return to the mission, the entire tribe may be beheaded by then.

"I didn't want to pin my hopes on illusory rumors, but just three months ago, a cloud of light appeared above my family, which looked like a divine sword."

"I really have nothing to do, so I was lucky enough to release the news. If someone can understand the sword-casting diagram left by the ancestor of the Le family and create a magic weapon to help our family survive this calamity, they will give away the treasure left by the ancestor of the Le family. Give it away." The village chief said with a sad face.

Le Xiaoyi finally understood why Sabo said that before. The mysterious celestial phenomenon is unusual. Presumably, after the news was released, many people pretended to be people from outside the sky and wanted to be biased, but they were all seen through.

Now that Le Xiaoyi came unexpectedly, the village head was like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and he dared not let go no matter what, he insisted on giving it a try, fighting for a life from the inevitable situation.

Presumably the so-called divine language of Ganruo people is the language used by the ancestors of the Le family.

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, someone came quickly and whispered something in the village chief's ear. The village chief's face changed, and after waving his hand to let people go out, he said to Le Xiaoyi with a heavy expression: " Lord Shensi, as soon as I said this, trouble came to me."

Le Xiaoyi frowned: "What's wrong?"

There was a heavy furrow between the village chief's brows, and his tone was heavy: "The envoys of the royal court have come and brought a team of troops to surround our craftsmen, saying that if he can't get the magic weapon during this trip, he will Kill all the craftsmen."

"It's unreasonable." Le Xiaoyi turned cold, "I'll go and have a look."

The loss of skills was an accident. Not only did the envoys of the royal court not understand the difficulties of Qian Ruo, but they also wanted to kill all the craftsmen because of this.

Le Xiaoyi's ability to say this shows that she decided to take care of this matter, but the village head was not happy, instead he looked hesitant and said worriedly: "But my lord is injured... If there is a conflict..."

Le Xiaoyi pursed her lips, this matter is really troublesome, this small world lacks the aura of heaven and earth, and even healing is very difficult.

The village chief took a deep breath, made up his mind, took out another jade box, and said to Le Xiaoyi: "If you trust me, please take this elixir."

This was beyond Le Xiaoyi's expectation. She took the jade box from the village chief, opened it to look at it, and suddenly her pupils shrank.

This is a mysterious spirit pill!

Although the quality is not high, it is only a second-class product, but to ordinary people, it is almost equivalent to a magic medicine!

"Where did this thing come from?" Le Xiaoyi's eyes widened, and his voice raised a lot.

The village head was frightened by Le Xiaoyi's reaction, he was taken aback for a moment before asking: "My lord actually recognizes this thing?"

"Answer me first!" Le Xiaoyi was so anxious that his eyes were red. The Xuanling Pill is the secret medicine of Xuantian Palace. There is no rumor about the recipe, so only people in Xuantian Palace have this thing. The village chief can take out the Xuanling Pill , indicating that someone from Xuantian Palace must have been here.

"This...don't worry, my lord." The village head was confused, and quickly replied to Le Xiaoyi, "This medicine was given by a girl. About two or three years ago, a pack of wolves attacked our tribe. At that time, many people Because of this injury, the girl passed by and gave some pills as a gift, but unfortunately the girl left in a hurry at that time, and there has been no contact since then."

Two or three years ago... It was too long, and the thoughts and hopes that had just arisen in Le Xiaoyi's heart were smashed to pieces.

But considering the flow rate of time in each small world is different, if it takes only a few hours in the Linyuan boundary, it will take two or three years to get here, it is not impossible.

"Senior, do you still remember that girl's appearance?" Le Xiaoyi asked anxiously.

The village chief shook his head: "The girl wore a mask when she appeared, and then she left in a hurry. I haven't seen her before, so I don't know what she looks like."

"My lord, don't worry, this medicine has absolutely no poisonous effect. Because of the limited quantity, there is only one left now. Since your lord is the hope of our family, I will not hesitate to take this medicine." The village head feared Le Xiaoyi didn't want to believe him, and said very absolutely.

Le Xiaoyi was moved by the determination and trust of the village head while feeling bewildered, and became more and more determined to help Gan Ruo get through this crisis.

She took the Xuanling Pill, sat cross-legged on the spot, and refined the power of the medicine. Although the medicine was of little help to her injuries, fortunately, she had a strong self-healing ability. After taking the medicine, her injuries recovered Three to five percent.

With her injuries, she would be invincible if she encounters a congenital expert again, but if she is just an ordinary person without cultivation, there is no threat to her.

After Le Xiaoyi finished his exercises, he thought it was not too late, so he got up and bowed to the village head: "Senior, please lead the way."

The stone field where the sword was forged was surrounded by heavily armed men and horses, and the crowd was noisy. The two master swordsmiths had stopped working and were forced to stand by the casting table, but they refused to do anything.

The people in the village were all frowning and pointing at a distance, but no one dared to step forward to stop this wave of troublemakers from the royal court.

From far away, Le Xiaoyi heard someone bossing her around. The sound was like bricks and tiles scraping dry bark.

The village chief understood Le Xiaoyi's troubles, so he translated to Le Xiaoyi from the audible part.

"The new king is benevolent and broad-minded. Recently, a happy event has come, so he issued a new decree, a grace period of one month! You must forge the magic weapon before the new king accepts the concubine!"

"The royal court created a peaceful and peaceful home for you, but it didn't want to support idlers like you. If your tribe can't produce magic weapons, the new king will be furious, and you will all beheaded!"

When she got closer, Le Xiaoyi saw that Sabo, who had interrupted her earlier, was pressed to the ground with a piece of cloth gagged in his mouth.

The village head asked a few words to the people next to him, and he knew that Sabo just suddenly became violent and wanted to kill the envoy, but he was instead detained by the envoy's attendants.

The news of Le Xiaoyi and the village chief's arrival was quickly known by the envoy. He turned his head and glanced arrogantly at the strangely dressed Le Xiaoyi, frowning, but quickly turned away and landed on the village chief. On him, he said a few words with a half-smile.

The craftsmen who were quiet just now suddenly became angry, pointing at the envoy and cursing, even if Le Xiaoyi couldn't understand, he could still see the clue from his expression.

Without warning, one of the envoy's servants drew a knife and hacked one of the swordsmiths to death. In an instant, several tribes were excited.

Le Xiaoyi was also very surprised, the people in the royal court did it as soon as they said they would, and she didn't even have time to stop it.

Seeing that the situation would continue to deteriorate, Le Xiaoyi opened and closed his lips slightly, and sent a voice transmission to the village chief: "Tell them that the Excalibur can be given, but they must release the person first."

The village chief was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at Le Xiaoyi who was standing next to him quietly, and followed Le Xiaoyi's instructions cruelly, repeating what Le Xiaoyi said in their native language.

The envoys of the royal court suddenly laughed and said something, even the attendants showed sarcasm.

"If there is a divine sword, why didn't you take it out earlier? You have already broken your promise once, and we will take these people away. When you bring the sword, we will naturally release them!"

A voice coincided with the voice of the envoy of the royal court, and translated that strange sentence.

Le Xiaoyi was stunned suddenly, it wasn't the voice of the village chief just now, but it sounded directly from her mind.

It's Hongmeng Jianxin!

Can Hongmeng Jianxin understand the language here?Le Xiaoyi was a little shocked.

But she didn't have time to think about it, the envoy of the royal court signaled several attendants to drag Sabo and others away.

Le Xiaoyi's face darkened, he held the scabbard tightly with his left hand, and pressed the hilt with his right hand.

A sword energy flew across the sky, cutting the rope on Sabo's body with a bang.

Everyone was stunned at the same time, and the two who had just captured Sabo were even more panicked, looking around as if facing a big enemy.

Le Xiaoyi didn't put away his sword, but walked down the gentle slope step by step, and said, "They are all apprentices of the swordsmith, and they also want to participate in the casting work. You took them away and killed the swordsmith, didn't you deliberately hinder The casting of divine soldiers?"

"If they can't make the magic weapon you want, it's not their fault, it's your plan!"

She used the local language, and the pronunciation was taught by Hongmeng Jianxin. I don't know if there is any mistake, and whether it can convey the meaning she wants to express.

But after she finished speaking, the village head was shocked, and the envoy's face was even more bruised and irritated.

"What kind of demons and ghosts are talking nonsense here!" The envoy flicked his sleeves and said angrily, "Arrest this troublemaker!"

The envoys and attendants rushed forward to capture Le Xiaoyi.

These people are burly and tall. In comparison, Le Xiaoyi is thin and has injuries, so he is weak.

The disparity in strength makes it impossible for Le Xiaoyi to be a match for the servants from outsiders. She is simply seeking her own death to stand up for the foundry master at this time.

Some villagers even exclaimed in surprise, and subconsciously took a few steps back, lest they see the scene of blood spattering three feet.

The village head of Ganruo Village was also sweating for Le Xiaoyi.

The next moment, Le Xiaoyi drew his sword out of its sheath, and with a few clangs, all the swords in the servant's hands fell to the ground.

No one saw how she made a move, but felt that her figure was as fast as a shadow, and she passed several feet in an instant, passing by the envoys and servants like a gust of wind.

The attendants were hit hard on the bends of their knees and wrists, screaming in pain, and knelt on the ground one after another, their wrists were red, and there was no room for resistance.

When they looked up again, the Sixuan sword in Le Xiaoyi's hand was already on the neck of the envoy of the royal court.

"Your Excellency, do you still need to think about what you said just now?" Le Xiaoyi turned the blade of the Sixuan sword sideways, and said in the envoy's exclamation.