On this day, Zhang Yang came home from the mountain to cultivate, but he didn't hear the familiar sound of striking iron, and he felt abnormal when he was used to this sound. Pen~Fun~ Pavilion www.biquge.info hurriedly ran to the forging room to check, and soon his brother Zhang Wu had passed out on the ground, and the knife he had been refining all these days had been placed in the cooling pool.

His adoptive father, Zhang Laoshi, was selling iron goods in a shop on the street, and Zhang Wu fainted and no one showed up.

Zhang Yang cut his brother's pulse, but now he is just tired, and he has seriously overdrawn his physical strength, resulting in mental prostration. He helped him to the hay next to him, where he lay down more comfortably, and then stretched out his hand to inject his wood attribute aura into his brother's body.

Elder brother Zhang Wu is just a mortal fetus and has no immortal roots, but the immortal aura is still very beneficial to his physical recovery, which is much more useful than any oxygen delivery.

Zhang Wu has hardly rested these days, he is indeed extremely tired, and even if he is nourished by aura, he hasn't woken up for a while. Zhang Yang is only in the cultivation period of the immortal root, and the dantian has not yet become a sea of qi, and the absorbed aura can only be stored in the meridians, so the stock is not very large, and he lost one-third of the aura to his brother in a while.

But Zhang Yang didn't feel heartache at all, and the consumed aura would be able to come back from cultivation tomorrow.

Zhang Yang looked at his brother and remembered the years when he was often in a coma, and his brother took care of himself day and night, feeding and drinking, and pooping and urinating. Now what is it to convey some spiritual energy by yourself?

When Zhang Yang's spiritual power was infused to three-quarters of the stock, Zhang Wu opened his eyes and woke up. The first thing he saw when he saw Zhang Yang asked, "Brother, how long have I been sleeping?" ”

"You're already fainting when I come back, I'll see it for about an hour." Zhang Yang calculated the time and replied.

"Ha, that's good, it didn't take much time. At the time, I thought I would have to sleep for at least a day. Zhang Wu laughed and got up, picked up his tempered knife from the cooling pool, and touched some heat, sure enough, he didn't sleep for long.

He didn't know that if it weren't for Zhang Yang's aura input, he would have to sleep for at least three days and three nights, and he would only wake up if he had been delayed for half a month.

"Brother, come and see my newly forged sword, brother." Zhang Wu touched the blade and said.

"Brother, have you succeeded in refining iron?" Zhang Yang was overjoyed.

Under Zhang Yang's gaze, Zhang Wu swung his knife and slashed at a pile of scrap iron tools next to him, only to hear the sound of "bell", the big knife actually went deep into the iron about a foot deeper, and after pulling it out, there was no trace on the big knife.

Although this knife does not dare to say that it is like clay, it is a bit exaggerated to say that it is a treasure knife, but at least it is ten times stronger than ordinary iron.

"Brother, you really hit a good knife." Zhang Yang praised repeatedly, took the knife from his brother's hand, and looked at it carefully.

This knife is made of already hard stainless steel, but the blade is well inlaid with harder century-old iron. Weigh at least thirty pounds. If it was Zhang Yang half a month ago, it would have been very difficult to hold it in his hand, but now it is very easy to play.

"Brother, have you gained more strength?" Zhang Wu was even more surprised when he saw his younger brother holding a knife, and his ease was no less than his own.

"Hehe, in order to help my brother get back my sister-in-law, my brother and I are also strengthening my exercise these days. Look at my muscles. After Zhang Yang finished speaking, he lifted his sleeves and wanted to show the muscles on his arms, but he was cultivating aura, not refining the body, and it was still a slender arm, how could there be muscles?

"Alas, brother, you're still too thin. Now that you're well, my brother has to go hunt a few wild animals and come back to make up for you. Zhang Wu felt a little sorry for his brother in his heart, he was busy practicing and refining the big sword these days, and he didn't take care of his brother's life.

"Brother, it's better for you to make up for your own body. After a while, my sister-in-law will pass through the door, and when you spend your strength......" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

"Hey, you little ghost, how can you learn so badly......" Zhang Wu smiled and wanted to beat Zhang Yang, but he didn't really fight, and suddenly sighed to himself: "It's been half a month, but she's not my door......"

"Brother, don't hesitate. As long as Sister Xiaoqin likes you, it's fine. When the time comes, we'll go and grab the kiss, and I'll help you. Zhang Yang said with his small fist.

Zhang Wu was also very happy about Zhang Yang's support. Although he felt that his younger brother had just recovered from a serious illness, he was young, and he had never practiced martial arts, so he couldn't help much.

Glancing at my brother, I immediately realized that I couldn't delay time and continued to practice my sword skills diligently. So he dragged his knife out of the house, and danced the machete in the open space in front of the house.

Zhang Yang sat on the side and watched, feeling that his brother's knife skills were getting more and more sophisticated, and ordinary people really couldn't avoid this crazy slash.

So Zhang Yang imagined that if he faced an opponent like his brother, how should he deal with it?

As soon as such an idea germinated, subconsciously, the Qiankun Walk, which made him practice very boring, appeared in his heart. There was an invisible impulse that prompted him to step forward and follow Zhang Wu's rhythm, stepping on the carefree footwork to practice with his brother.

When Zhang Wu saw his brother approaching him, he was shocked, and at first he was afraid of hurting his brother and wanted him to leave. But the words didn't come out, but I felt that it was much more interesting for someone to practice like this than for him to chop the air alone.

But the more he practiced, the more frightened he became, and in the end, his brother's footwork was completely ahead of his sword technique, and just when he just thought of attacking, and Zhang Yang had already dodged early, even if he wanted to hurt Zhang Yang, it was impossible, and what was even more frightening was that if Zhang Yang took advantage of this counterattack, he would be unavoidable.

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't learn the offensive moves, and even if he did, he wouldn't make a move against his brother.

To Zhang Yang's surprise, after fighting for a while, the elder brother actually put away the knife in frustration, sat aside without saying a word and shook his head and sighed.

"Alas, I've been practicing this sword technique for so long, it's really worse day by day, it's really useless."

"Brother, I think your sword skills have improved." Zhang Yang was also puzzled by his brother's sudden appearance.

"Strive for what? I don't even ...... like you" Zhang Wu wanted to say that even a fool like Zhang Yang couldn't beat him, but he immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing, and hurriedly stopped, and explained: "Brother, I didn't mean that, I meant that I was useless." ”

Of course, Zhang Yang didn't blame him, he was more worried about his brother's self-confidence being hit. I lost once a few days ago, and when I was determined to take revenge and get back the woman, I couldn't even beat Zhang Yang, so it's strange if I wasn't discouraged.

"Brother, I'm ......" Zhang Yang wanted to say that he was walking the immortal footwork, how can you be compared to a mortal? But I don't know where to start, some secrets are better not to let my brother know.

"Brother, don't comfort me. I thought that with a good knife, I could save everything. I now know that I am not worthy of Xiaoqin at all, I will learn from my father in the future, and I just need to strike iron honestly. Zhang Wu threw the knife aside, and wanted to go into the forging room to numb himself with constant work.

"Brother!" Zhang Yang shouted. Knowing this, he wouldn't have sparred with his brother. But it was too late to regret it, and now he had to find a way to restore his brother's confidence.

At the same time, he also sighed secretly, this Qiankun free walk is indeed unusual.

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