The bone elf was teary-eyed, "Are you stunned?" It's all my fault, she bit her lip fiercely, and her intestines were blue. Xiaoyaosheng has already said that "Yingfu Shouxin" is not a good thing, why is he still in a hurry!

Xiao Yaosheng approached and shook his head slightly: "That's not what the swordsman meant!"

"That's not what you mean?" the bone elf looked up suddenly, she felt that Xiao Yaosheng must know what the swordsman was talking about just now.

The swordsman was delighted, and pulled the bone elf's shoulder: "The heavenly thunder is fake, and the glow guard is also fake!"

"What, what's fake?" the bone elf stopped sobbing, but couldn't speak for a moment.

"Oh, look!" the swordsman's tone was quite hateful.

Under the gaze of everyone, the swordsman stood up and showed his back to everyone.

Neat and clean clothes, where there are traces of thunder. The bone elf rubbed his eyes incredulously, and his hands touched the slashed position, and burst into laughter: "It's true!"

The swordsman scratched his head, "What the hell is going on?"

No one had an idea, all of this confirmed Wu Man'er's previous guess, she stood up and spoke: "This is the weapon forging diagram, whether it is thunder or celestial phenomena, it should be just illusory." ”

As she spoke, Wu Man'er's face gradually became cheerful from doubtful color, and even her voice unconsciously high-pitched: "It's not illusory, it's the past." ”

What is the illusion? What is the past? Everyone doesn't know why, how strange is it for today's swordsman and Wu Man'er to talk!

Wu Man'er looked at the continuous thunder and said slowly: "Everything we see and feel now, including if there is a future, then what we will see is the unique memory of the weapon forging map. After speaking, he looked at everyone with a smile and continued to add: "It's the past it has experienced." ”

This is also the reason why the swordsman did not suffer any damage, the established past.

"How boring is that!" is just a memory, and it will keep changing, and when it changes to the next stage of time, who knows when!" The swordsman pouted and struggled to get up from the ground. The range of action just now was too large, and I accidentally twisted my waist.

"Hiss", he gasped, his hands clenched into fists, and he kept pounding his waist.

"Are you alright?" the bone elf came over and hugged him, almost scaring her to death.

"Hey, slow down. "The bone elf who was supposed to support the swordsman didn't stand firm and almost fell down.

Seeing the look of disgust in his eyes, the bone elf ruthlessly knocked off the swordsman's hand, "Do you think I can't stand on my feet?"

As he said this, the surface of the ground cracked little by little, as fragile as a dry leaf in late autumn, and crumbled into tiny slag when he was pinched.

"It's the memories here that are about to change for the first time. Wu Man'er's voice was flat and flat, as if he was talking about something extremely ordinary.

The whole field of vision starts from the ground, like a night wind lifting a book, silent but unquestionable, decisive and decisive. Heaven and earth immediately changed the old appearance into a new look.

"It's dawn!", the bone elf clapped his hands, his eyes shining.

No one likes the dimness of chaos, even in the darkest of environments, and will not give up hope in light and life.

"This is the scene after Pangu opened the world!" the swordsman said to himself, but his heart was full of expectations that he had never had before.

Being able to witness the changes in their world in this way can be regarded as a unique piece of good fortune.

The sky was so high and blue, the ground beneath our feet was endless, paved with green grass and wild flowers, and the air was filled with extraordinary clear moisture.

"Bell, bell!" someone was striking iron or something.

"Let's go!" everyone has already set off to find the source of the sound.

Weapon forging diagram, its memory must be the history of the evolution of weapons. Speaking of which, although the seal Chi You is indispensable, the fight against various evil forces is indispensable for the support of weapons.

And the weapon is indeed a good teammate for them to fight, but the process of forging is really unfamiliar.

"Uncle, uncle!" the bone elf shouted at the shirtless middle-aged man in front of him, covering his ears. The tinkling sound was so loud that it felt like my eardrums were going to burst.

Although his appearance is more than half a hundred years old, his figure is really burly and powerful, just look at every time he hammers down, the pig iron in his hand seems to be smaller. And the sledgehammer that had been picked up seemed to return to its original height.

Someone has said that 100 is made into steel. Of course, the magic weapon needs excellent materials, but even waste materials, if they are persistently polished and hammered, their impurities will be slowly eliminated.

Although the quality is difficult to compare with the natural good iron, it is important to persevere in this determination and perseverance.

The swordsman unconsciously wet his eyes with tears. When he was a child, many people said that he was not a martial arts material, and even scolded Sang Huai in front of Cheng Yanjin.

He lowered his head, and his voice was comparable to that of a mosquito: "Master, I, I don't practice anymore." ”

Cheng Biting Jin's green muscles were exposed, and he shouted with red eyes: "If you don't practice, if you don't practice, who will avenge your parents?

At a young age, when he suddenly heard such a shocking secret, no one could calm down: "God, the man of destiny?"

It's a pity that Cheng Yanjin didn't explain too much at that time, based on the fact that he couldn't practice martial arts, he only said the last thing he heard when the swordsman heard: "I don't care if you don't practice this piece of material or not, if you can't practice a hundred moves, you can practice ten moves, and if you can't practice ten moves, you can practice one move." ”

After speaking, Cheng bit Jin and left. This was the last conversation between them on the subject, and since then, the two of them have been very close to each other, and neither has mentioned it again.

As for the qualification of the swordsman, he finally broke himself in the face of time and diligence.

The swordsman can see that the sword made in the uncle's hand is by no means the best in terms of material, but he still spares up his luck and still puts his greatest energy on it.

He hooked the corners of his lips, he didn't have the protection of his parents since he was a child, he had heard bad words, and he had passed through the wind and frost, but fortunately, there was Cheng Biting Jin, who taught him a lot.

The swordsman stepped forward with a light smile: "Uncle, after this sword is ready, can you show me?"

The uncle was sweating profusely, as if he didn't hear the swordsman talking, and still took care of the sword in his hand. As the iron struck the process, a satisfied smile appeared on his dark face from time to time.

The swordsman said loudly again, "Can you show me this sword in your hand?"

But the uncle is still immersed in his own world.

"Amitabha!" Before his death, he couldn't stand the high temperature in the sword-forging process, so he stood far away. Now seeing the uncle's concentration, he thinks in his heart that this person must not be an ordinary person.

Master once said that people who can do one thing and specialize in one thing are the rarest. Many people practice without results because they can't calm down.

Seeing that everyone gathered around him, Wu Man'er sighed and said, "He can't hear it." ”[.]