Qingshu's words resounded throughout the Nine Sword Shrines, like a muffled thunderbolt in this somewhat treacherous space, bombarding everyone's bodies, including the ten refining masters, who were all shocked. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Almost all of the most famous refiners in this reckless wilderness were invited to the Iron Sword Sect, and the rest of them were either hermits who were hidden in the deep mountains and old forests and were dedicated to pondering the way of refining weapons and had no intention of entering the world.

Either it is an old antique who served the empire in the early years, and now he has retreated into the background and no longer participates in any events, but the age of these two types of people is generally more than 100 years old, and the so-called ten years to sharpen a sword, a hundred years to become a great weapon is by no means an empty talk.

Seeing that the so-called most promising refiner was just a teenager less than twenty years old, even if he had been learning refining knowledge since his mother's womb, he had only a few years of refining experience now. How can he afford the four words "the most promising"?

The nine refiners glanced at each other, each pouting with a disdainful expression.

"If this kid can repair the Changhong Iron Sword, then I'll eat it."

"Master Ben hasn't been out for a long time, when did a great refining master appear in this reckless wasteland?"

"What kind of ability can you have at such an older age, no matter how big the words are, there is no way to repair the sword, and when the time comes, the natural original form will be revealed, let's wait and see,"

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Sikong Xuan's eyes were blazing at first, and he was looking forward to it, but when he saw that the young man in green shirt was only a young man less than twenty years old, he was relatively disappointed, and his enthusiasm gradually subsided, and he wondered: "He? ”

A simple word he already represents Sikong Xuan's true emotions, Sun Long is still too young after all, Sikong Xuan instinctively thinks that those things that the old ones can't solve, let the little ones come over, it's just like a joke.

Besides, the rapid flow in his mind, who is Sun Long? Haven't heard of it at all!

"Master, you forgot, he is the life-saving benefactor of Chu Yuanzhao's junior brother!" Qingshu saw that Sikong Xuan was in a state of confusion, and immediately made a kind reminder.

Sikong Xuan's eyes rolled, and then as if he suddenly realized, he patted his forehead with his palm, and said, "I was looking for Sun Long in the refiner, and I was blindfolded for a while, it turned out to be Sun Long's little brother, it's really slack, don't be surprised." ”

His tone suddenly softened, and he said something kindly.

Recently, because of the matter of the Changhong Iron Sword, this Sikong Xuan has been in a mess, especially the incompetence of these refiners, and the decision of the sect master to return the Changhong Iron Sword to the furnace, which made his mind very anxious and uneasy.

Sikong Xuan is 1.9 meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist, even if he doesn't attack, the powerful soul power that is not there will also overflow, which is a manifestation of strength.

The Iron Sword Sect is the oldest ancient sect in the Wasteland Domain, and it stands proudly at the top of the sects in terms of status.

The hall masters who have grown up through such harsh requirements can be said to be strong people who have been tempered thousands of times, and this kind of existence is simply a god-like existence for their disciples.

In order to thank Chu Yuanzhao for saving him, Sikong Xuan sent people down the mountain to look for Sun Long, this attitude of attaching importance to his disciples was very in line with Sun Long's temper, and at this time, he was so polite to Sun Long that the former had some good feelings about Sikong Xuan.

didn't care about Sikong Xuan's contempt for Sun Long in terms of refining, nodded politely at the other party, and then said quite politely: "I've seen Sikong Hall Master." ”

"Master, Brother Long Youwei has only been sixteen years old and has won the first place in the 100 people of the Hunting Tournament of the Four Nations Alliance of the Mangbeast Mountain Range, and he has defeated many martial arts powerhouses with the strength of a great martial artist in the Tang Family Martial Arts Arena in Wild Cow City, and he is a real young talent.

Not only that, but he also has extraordinary attainments on the way to refining weapons, and I have seen that some of the treasures he refines are very exquisite. Since he is confident that he can repair the Changhong Iron Sword, he might as well give it a try, I have more confidence in him. ”

On the way out of Wild Cow City, the two of them chatted about a lot of topics, including some knowledge of refining.

Sun Long took out the treasure weapons that he usually used for experiments to explain the materials, which attracted Qingshu and made him very much praised Sun Long's refining skills.

This time, seeing that all the refiners were helpless, the sect master and the hall master attached so much importance to this matter, and even the hall master of Huang had stayed in the Nine Sword Tomb for five days, and they were all worried about this matter.

Since everyone can't do it, Qingshu also holds the attitude of treating a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and it is Sun Long's confidence that impresses Qingshu, so he decides to take a gamble.

"This ...... Little brother, this Changhong Iron Sword is no more than other treasures, it is a sword handed down from our ancestors. Among them, there are one hundred and eight spirit patterns, and the material is special, and it is by no means simple to repair. Are you really confident? ”

Sikong Xuan still knows and trusts Qingshu very well, if this apprentice has not seen Sun Long's refining skills with his own eyes, it is absolutely impossible to open his mouth.

"I haven't seen what the specific material of this sword is, so it's hard to make a conclusion, so let's take a look first." Sun Long smiled faintly.

"Hahaha...... I didn't expect that the dignified Iron Sword Sect could even believe the words of this kind of person, what kind of thing was his Sun Long junior, and he could solve it if he couldn't even solve it with us old guys? ”

Master Plough let out a cold sneer.

The nine refining masters all surrounded behind Liyuan, vaguely forming a united front with him.

Alchemists have the honor of refiners, no matter what level they can achieve at the moment, since the collective can't solve a task, then it means that the task itself is very difficult.

It's normal to not be respected for not completing the tasks assigned by the gold master, but if you let a junior intervene in front of these people, this is simply a ruthless insult to the refiner who cares about reputation very much.

Therefore, the face of every refiner is a little unsightly.

"May I ask Master Sun Long, in which guild have you obtained the refiner qualification certificate?" A certain refining master asked a little meanly, with a sneer on his face, a sneer.

These people's eyes were all projected on Sun Long's body, and they looked at him very contemptuously, as if to say, our Refiner Guild does not have you as a person.

Sun Long smiled faintly: "I haven't obtained any refiner qualification certificates. ”

He calmly told his details.

"But I can refine weapons, refining treasures of a very high level."

Before a ridicule and contempt were coming, Sun Long indifferently said his strength, plain and unquestionable.

If it was usual, Sun Long rarely expressed such a high-profile attitude, but now it is different, he wants to repair the dantian for the clan, and the Iron Sword Sect is a very good choice.

As long as they help them repair the Changhong Iron Sword this time, in exchange for the equivalent, it seems to be much easier to ask them to help the clansmen repair the dantian.

"Hmph, it's really unashamed, the treasure items you refine are of high rank, may I ask how many treasures are there?"

"Hahaha...... At this age, he can just play with treasures, what else can he achieve? ”

"Young people nowadays are really crazy, there are no old people like us in their eyes, it's really sad......"

Sikong Xuan's face was like frost, although he had a very bad impression of Master Liyuan and the others, but the doubts they raised made a little sense, Sikong Xuan's eyes rolled and fell into hesitation, and he didn't make any statement.

The scene seemed to be in a stalemate, which was very embarrassing for Sun Long, who kindly came to repair the treasure for others, but was not only questioned, but also cold.

was humiliated and ridiculed for no reason, which really fulfilled the old proverb, getting on the pole is not a business. But......

Today's Sun Long doesn't care about these things.

Since everyone else is questioning, and since they have been ridiculed by the cold, they should take the initiative and shut up these people with strong strength!

The blood that can repair everything, it's up to you next......

"If I can't repair the Changhong Iron Sword, this life of mine will be handed over to the Iron Sword Sect!" Sun Long said indifferently.

"Hmph, how much money is your life worth? The Changhong Iron Sword is one in ten thousand, how can the eighty-year-old sword spirit be cultivated overnight? If something really happens, it's not enough for you to die a hundred times! ”

"We old guys are helpless, but you are not ashamed to speak out here!"

Seeing Sun Long's confident attitude, Sikong Xuan couldn't help but be slightly shocked, and glanced at Nalan Qingfeng out of the corner of his eye, seeing that he didn't say anything, the hope of repairing the Changhong Iron Sword in his heart rose again.

Seeing the arrogant faces and unbeaten expressions of those refining masters led by Master Liyuan, Sikong Xuan also felt very unhappy, and he also had the intention of taking a gamble, and said with a smile:

"Since you have so much self-confidence, then I'll let you see if the Changhong Iron Sword can be repaired and do your best, you don't need to rise to the level of life and death, please put it."

As he spoke, Sikong Xuan made a gesture of invitation and guided Sun Long towards the sword pool.

This move immediately angered the ten refining masters present.

Pointing fingers at such a brat in front of us, is this what you want to do, humiliate us?

"Since the Iron Sword Sect despises us so much, then what are we still doing here to humiliate ourselves, let's go!"

Master Liyuan snorted coldly, and without looking back, he took the nine refining masters and walked towards the outside of the sword mound in a hurry, wanting to leave here.

Shout...... A sword light slashed through the void, piercing the air with a deafening sonic boom, and then slammed into the earth in front of these refiners, stabbing the earth with a terrifying crack.

The hilt of the sword was still shaking, exuding a terrifying chill, as if it was about to break through the ground in the next moment, and the lives of all those present would be harvested.

All the refining masters were as pale as earth, and they were so frightened that they couldn't speak as they watched the trembling hilt of their swords.

"Since young people have the courage to give it a try, you seniors might as well give him a chance to make a move, and you can also show your love for talent. This sword is an abandoned sword in the sword mound, and the degree of destruction is only stronger than the Changhong Iron Sword. Whether the Changhong Iron Sword can be repaired can be seen at a glance under the test of this sword. ”

An old and rich voice exploded in the space, like rolling thunder, giving people an extremely shocking feeling, as if the muscles in the body began to tremble at this moment.

Sun Long's gaze glanced slightly towards the black-robed old man on the seven-colored magic platform behind Sikong Xuan, this person seemed to be a statue, without the slightest aura fluctuation around his body, giving people a feeling of silence.

Judging from the slightly overflowing soul power and qi, Sun Long was extremely sure that this breathtaking syllable came from the mouth of the black-robed old man.

This person didn't have the slightest fluctuation of soul power in his body, if it wasn't for him suddenly speaking, Sun Long would have even ignored his existence. Thinking about it, I can't help but feel a little terrifying, this person's strength has reached the level of returning to the basics, it should be the Iron Sword Sect Master Nalan Qingfeng.

This kind of existence is beyond imagination, even if Sun Long can enhance his strength by absorbing the opponent's martial soul, and even achieve breakthrough power in battle, constituting a strong strength to counter the opponent.

But if he faced a martial artist of this level of Nalan Qingfeng, as long as the other party wanted to make a move, Sun Long would hardly have any chance to resist, and he would be crushed to death.

You have to be careful when you come into contact with a martial artist of this level......

However, the words that came out of Nalan Qingfeng's mouth were not bad, at least they gave Sun Long a chance to make a move, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and he walked towards the long sword that was still swinging.

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(To be continued)