The young woman's pretty face showed a little impatience: "Tianqing, you can take a look at it casually first, you have to wait for someone to die." ”

"Good, good. Saying that, Wang Tianqing picked up the Ugin forging hammer on the forging table and began a symphony of strength and beauty - bell... Clang... Clang... Clang......

Wang Tianqing, who had entered the state, did not open his mouth to be distracted, and the jet-black hammer struck sparks on the red iron, and the originally irregular iron bumps gradually turned into the appearance of a three-foot Qingfeng.

The percussion continued, but the frequency thinned out, Wang Tianqing was making the final touches before the finished product, and the jet-black forging hammer was nimbly striking on every flaw in Qingfeng.

At the moment of striking the final hammer, his left hand reached out and grabbed the hilt of the three-foot Qingfeng's sword and put it into the eight-point full spiritual liquid bucket on the side.

After two uses, the spiritual liquid in the wooden barrel has evaporated by two percent, and it will have to be filled with spiritual liquid, otherwise it will not be able to submerge the weapon after the next forging Wang Tianqing thought about putting the forging hammer back on the Xuantie forging table.

The spiritual liquid in the wooden barrel began to boil as soon as the tip of the three-foot Qingfeng sword submerged into the spiritual liquid, and the white gas was thick... Sizzle.

"This is..."The young woman looked at the three-foot Qingfeng slowly rising from the barrel, exuding a silvery-white luster, and was speechless in surprise.

Wang Tianqing held the three-foot Qingfeng in his hand, and danced lightly twice, but let out a sound that broke the air: "Good sword!"

Jiang Lao looked at the sword in Wang Tianqing's hand and said solemnly: "Tianqing, is this thing a famous sword?"

"Yes, the same word as the sword of Simon. ”

"The swordsman is sharp, and it is wonderful. Jiang Lao's frowning brows soothed: "Tianqing, it's very good, this thing was created by you, and you should name it for it." ”

Wang Tianqing didn't dare to make a big move, Jiang Lao waved his hand and didn't care: "There is no need to be like this, this is the proper righteousness, besides, I will learn forging from you as a teacher, do you want me to do this old bone to you." ”

Hurriedly shook his head, Wang Tianqing didn't dare to turn to everyone like this and speak: "Then today's hour is almost over, and you can come back at the end of tomorrow." ”

"Elder Jiang, I still have something to do, so I'll leave first, and I need to make some preparations for the hunting competition at the end of the year. Seeing that Jiang Lao waved his hand to him, Wang Tianqing left the wooden house with the three-foot Qingfeng, leaving behind the statues that were still pondering.

Wang Tianqing, who was carrying a three-foot Qingfeng, stopped and danced a few times in the clearing, becoming more and more satisfied, and when he calmed down, he found that his parents were standing in front of him staring at him: "Mother, father, why don't you call me?"

Wang Qimin smiled: "There's no need, it's not a little bit of time, and besides, you may not be able to laugh in the future." ”

Xu Ayawei looked at Wang Tianqing, a trace of unbearability flashed in her eyes, Wang Tianqing was confused but didn't know where to start.

"Don't worry, you'll understand right away. After Wang Qimin finished speaking, he walked in front of Wang Tianqing, stretched out his right hand and grabbed him, who was still in a daze, his left hand slashed through the void, tore open a pitch-black crack, glanced back at his wife, and stepped into the crack with his son.

Wang Tianqing, who landed on the ground, couldn't help but vomit, and the feeling of dizziness and weightlessness lingered.

As soon as Xu Ayawei, who came closely, landed on the ground, she saw her vomiting son hurriedly pinching his hand, and the turquoise aura gathered and turned into an emerald-like liquid, and the handprint changed into a streamer and flew towards Wang Tianqing.

When the streamer flew in front of Wang Tianqing, it turned into light raindrops and fell on his body, and the coolness and comfort instantly filled every pore of Wang Tianqing: "This is ......."

Xu Ayawei was relieved when she saw her son recovering, Wang Qimin frowned when he looked at this scene and turned to Xu Ayawei: "It's that I didn't think it through, but everything has a beginning, and it's far better to adapt early than late." ”

Xu Ayawei nodded lightly without refuting, she still preferred to let her husband come as to how to train her son, and it was not appropriate for her to be soft-hearted.

Out of the corner of Wang Qimin's eyes, he saw that Wang Tianqing had returned to a normal state, and he was not in a hurry, and first explained to Xu Ayawei before walking towards Wang Tianqing.

"Tianqing, I'll squeeze your body with Zhenyuan later, and if I feel that I can't hold it anymore, I'll call it a stop. ”

Without hesitation, Wang Tianqing replied directly: "Okay." ”

"Then when your mother brings the things, let's start!"

Without waiting for Xu Yanwei to step out of the spatial crack that had just appeared, she waved a giant tripod with her bare hand and fell on the open space on the side without damaging the ground, and a medium-grade spiritual spring filled most of the space of the giant tripod from the sky.

Immediately afterwards, the purple flame burned out of thin air from under the giant ding, but the three breaths were already boiling, and the rare heavenly and earthly treasures were thrown into the giant ding to boil together.

Wang Tianqing, who was dumbfounded, muttered to himself: "Wood Spirit Ginseng, Fire Lingzhi, Earth Yuan Fruit, Water Spirit Grass, Golden Spirit Flower, Zhu Guo, Hibiscus Dry." ”

The first five are the best of the elixirs that can be taken in the Mortal Realm, Zhu Guo is even more scarce, which is precious for the Mortal Realm, the hibiscus is a peaceful medicine, and there are many heavenly and earthly treasures that they don't know have been put into the Juding one after another to boil together.

After Xu Ayawei stopped taking the medicine, her handprints knotted, and suddenly the colorful mist that permeated the giant tripod was not diffuse but sank into the giant tripe: "Qimin is okay." ”

Wang Qimin didn't need to look at it to know that there was no problem with this Ding medicinal bath: "Tianqing, then you will go inside and shout wrong if you can't hold it." After that, Wang Tianqing grabbed Wang Tianqing with his right hand and was dragged off into the giant tripod by a huge force.

The giant tripod is extremely large and full of feet, even if the one-foot tripod and the nine-foot tripod body are removed, Wang Tianqing was directly submerged in the medicinal liquid after being thrown in.

After Wang Qimin learned about the situation through his divine sense, he nodded to his wife beside him, no longer hesitated, and began to use his divine sense to envelop Wang Tianqing's body and operate at the same time, and carefully began to squeeze Wang Tianqing with his true yuan.

Wang Tianqing, who was in the middle of the tripod, was a little uncomfortable, but it was even more uncomfortable immediately, and the temperature soared all of a sudden, which made him feel unbearable, and then the pressure came from all directions, and his body was squeezed out of cracks of different sizes because of the pressure.

Wang Tianqing, who couldn't move, could only grit his teeth and run the True Yuan to repair his body that was cracked by pressure, and whenever his body adapted to a little pressure, he immediately followed it up a little bit.

It hurts, and it hurts more and more, but when I think of the despair of another person holding the woman's corpse in my memory, I think of Simon's small sword qi that almost killed me, and if I can't even hold these words, how can I become stronger, strong enough to dominate my own life.

Wang Tianqing's expression in the middle of the Ding became calmer and calmer, but the pressure he was under kept increasing, and the medicinal liquid that was originally slowly absorbed accelerated as the injury worsened.

Xu Ayawei controlled the purple flame with her hand and observed Wang Tianqing with her divine sense, and couldn't help but distract herself and speak: "Qimin: Qing'er, is he really okay??"

Looking at his worried wife, Wang Qimin shook his head wordlessly.