The people around him changed batch after batch, or they couldn't bear the hardship and left. Either they never get the way to forging and leave, a very small number of people are lucky enough to become in-house disciples, and very few are lucky enough to become inner disciples.

Now Xing Zhen thinks that he is an old man, and there are all pity eyes around him, just because he is a stupid person with old qualifications but cannot become a disciple. The young man with the sword didn't care, and put the smelted pig iron into the furnace alone.

Liu Shun didn't know when he appeared behind him, and said coldly: "The pig iron refined from monkey head stone is called monkey head gold, and the high quality is terrifying. Refining is the easiest step, and the following purification and forging is the top priority, are you mentally prepared?"

Xing Zhen didn't care, and asked a nonsensical word: "The casting sect has forged so many swords and other weapons, which is enough for the entire sect to be used for more than a hundred years. ”

"As far as I can tell, the forging door has not changed for hundreds of years, and it has been forging with high output like this. All the weapons must have been sent somewhere else, right?"

Liu Shun smiled and didn't hide it: "The Sword Sect is not only sent out by swords, but also by people." The main sect of the Sword Sect and the lower sect all recruit disciples once every three years. There are so many disciples who have accumulated over time in the inner gate and entered the room, you can see how many there are now. “

Xing Zhen trance then muttered, "It's really rare. ”

Liu Shun patted the young man on the shoulder and said, "That's it, there are many things that you can't know now." If you want to know more, you can only have a chance if you are an inner disciple. ”

"That place has been a lot more stable in recent years, but there is news that there are not many swords in reserve. Maybe in the near future, the Sword Sect will send a large number of weapons. ”

"Hey, there's a lot to talk about today, and it's useless to talk to you. Let's work hard to become a disciple, and I can go back to the concierge and live a relaxed life. ”

Xing Zhen had already taken out the monkey head gold in the sword well, adjusted the position, fixed the iron tongs in one hand, and prepared the forging hammer in the other.

When there was a crisp sound, sparks splashed everywhere, and the sword-bearer boy entered the forging state. Liu Shun, who was behind him, naturally chose to shut up and carefully observe every movement of the young man.

The clanging sound was sometimes dense and sometimes stopped, and the monkey's head gold was hammered more and more solid. The people around him came and went, and the punishment was really immovable.

During the day, the sparks are splashed like golden flowers blooming, and at night they are even more dazzling, and the night is not dark.

Xing Zhen himself couldn't believe that he could insist on beating for three days and three nights. The dripping water has not been drunk, and the grain of rice has not been entered, but the arm of the wheel hammer is always calm and powerful.

In fact, when Liu Shun said that the weapons of the Sword Sect were sent elsewhere, Xing Zhen somehow remembered the white-clothed young man Xi Ruobei who met in Qingyang Town.

After thinking about it, I guessed that it was because Xi Ruobei also lacked weapons. It's been four years since he wanted to come to Qingyang Town, even though his flying sword was a high-grade magic weapon. It's time to take a break, and it's time to rotate a sword.

Xingzhen made up his mind to pay attention and cast a satisfactory sword tire for his friend. If you think about something, you have to move it in your hands.

It seems that the hammer is swung at random, but in fact, every blow is carefully calculated. The direction of the hammer and the strength of the hammer are carefully considered.

The sword-bearing boy made up his mind in his heart, since he had set foot on the path of a martial artist, the road of divine cultivation would not be far. Sooner or later, the forged sword had the opportunity to be sent to the Trapped Dragon Cave, which seemed incomparably distant at the time.

Xi Ruobei is a friend to cherish, I gave you a sword, I cherish you should also cherish. The name of this sword is pity, if the heart is thought, it is cherished.

Immersed in forging, Xingzhen only had a hammer and a sword in his heart, forgetting the grass and trees around him. So much so that in the forging field of Nuoda, only the boy and Liu Shun were still unconscious.

The sky was originally clear, but at some point it was crowded with black clouds. It's like a quilt that weighs down, and wants to stuff this forge in it.

In the jet-black quilt, the silver light flickered for a moment. Walking on top of the thick quilt, it was like thousands of troops and horses arranging their troops.

Liu Shun looked at the sky solemnly and burst into a foul mouth: "Special mother, this junior brother is not worrying." ”

As Xingzhen's last hammer fell, the snow-white and shiny sword tire flashed with a dazzling silver glow. More dazzling than the thunder on the clouds, like a brand-new star, blooming with the charm of its own contempt for thunder.

It seems that the top is feeling something, as if it is being provoked. After a series of thunderous sounds, the thunder of finger thickness poured out.

Liu Shun was about to step forward, but he heard Xing Zhen's firm words: "I'm coming!"

Unable to help but say, the young man with the sword pulled out the punishment, jumped high and shook his fist to break the thunder. The arms are numb, the fists are blurred with flesh and blood, and the young man only advances and does not retreat.

The provocative thunder grew thicker and thicker, and the thunder that rumbled through the sky seemed to say, "Death to the boy." ”

The commotion made by Xing Zhen alarmed the entire Sword Sect. Even the main peak in the middle, Qingtian Peak, also had their eyes on this side.

It was an old man with gray hair, and he nodded happily and said to himself: "Casting Gate is lucky this time, Yuan Chungang is an old ghost, and he has taken shit luck." ”

Ruan Shi, who had a private chat with Yuan Chungang at night, was also watching this side at this moment. Reluctantly and reluctantly admitted, the named disciples of the casting gate this time overwhelmed the other mountain gates.

Xing Zhen couldn't feel these distant gazes, and a pair of fists were blurred with flesh and blood at this time, revealing deep white bones.

Throwing out three talismans, the three bronze armor wrestlers were instantly shattered, without the slightest ability to fight against thunder.

The sword-bearing boy was unwilling, and his will did not stop, and he pulled out the heavy sword and punished him to slash the thunder again. shouted angrily: "If you hurt me, pass me first." ”

In a hurry, he took a sip of the kiwi fruit stuffed in the small gourd, and the young man stepped forward to cut it again, fighting to the death with the thunder.

The martial artists of the two realms are invincible in the end. Seeing that the inner armor was broken, the thunder still kept going. Even if the whole body is red and black, the blood is covered with ripe skin. Thunder still goes his own way, and he dares to provoke me and needs your life.

I don't know how many swords he swung, Xing Zhen only felt empty in his body. The internal force is completely powerless, and even the internal organs seem to be split to pieces.

The only thing that can be done is to lie on the newly formed Xiruo. Use your body to block the bombardment of thunder, and protect the sword as if it were unharmed.

Liu Shun was so angry that he kicked away the dead dog-like torture. Scolded: "You stupid, how can you resist the irrigation of endless aura if you don't eat some thunder." ”

Scolding and scolding, Liu Shun's body wrinkled, and he stepped on the void and climbed to the sky step by step. Punch to the sky, the real fist to break the thunder. Only a few Raymang, who were deliberately ignored, landed and bombarded the quiet Xiruo.

The inner door of the casting door is the only place with green shade in the entire casting door. The wooden houses of all sizes are of different heights, and in each wooden house lives an inner disciple who casts a door.

All the wooden houses are white and yellow, quaint and old. Next to each wooden house, there is a large umbrella-like tree to shelter the wooden house from the wind and rain.

There is a special existence in the center, a green bamboo building with two sides up and down. This is a forbidden place for the forging gate, and no one is allowed to enter without permission.

On the second floor, a peasant man sat cross-legged in the center of the floor, looked in the direction of the forging site and muttered to himself: "If you have a heart, calculate the time and go to deliver the sword." Since you want to send a sword to a friend, you are satisfied, just go through the experience and walk the so-called rivers and lakes. ”

A person suddenly appeared out of thin air next to the peasant man, it was Ruan Shi, the master of the Wumen Sect. As soon as he arrived here, he couldn't wait to speak: "Old Yuan, discuss something with you?"

Yuan Chungang, a peasant man, refused: "No." ”

Ruan Shiyun was unwilling, and the cheeky man continued: "Such a good martial arts material, it is too wasteful to put it in your casting door. It's better to let me take it away, you can rest assured, give him the best treatment and the best martial arts exercises. ”

Yuan Chungang rolled his eyes and said, "You are not my opponent, what good resources can you martial arts have to come up with." ”

"Besides, does the martial arts have anything to do with resources? It depends on oneself, and the physique that I personally beat Ao out can allow him to break through to the strongest three realms. Who in your martial arts sect can?"

Master Ruan suddenly realized: "It turns out that he is the disciple you said, it's really called Xingzhen." You old immortal have this kind of goods to keep for yourself, and it's not a thing. ”

"You're all right, how about giving me something?"

"That's not good, the thing is already a disciple of my martial arts. ”

"That's it, go back and see the good things. I heard that the little girl beat the grandson of the third elder very lightly, this aunt is ruthless, don't let her find an opportunity to do something black. ”

"Yes, yes, what you reminded me is that I will go back immediately. ”

Come and go quickly, and no one else in the entire casting gate knows that Ruan Shi has been here.

Soon after, another person came to the bamboo building, and Liu Shun stood respectfully outside the door and said respectfully: "What does the master command?"

"Come in and talk. ”

Yuan Chungang's voice came from inside the door, and when Liu Shun entered, Yuan Chungang pointed to the bench next to him and said, "Just sit and don't be stubborn." ”

Although Liu Shun sat down, he sat on the bench and the master sat on the ground. It seems that I am taller than the master, and I always feel that I am not comfortable standing. He said in a low voice: "Master, please command." ”

Yuan Chungang said: "Time is pressing, use the herbs prepared for Xingzhen in advance." Make sure he recovers within five days, if he doesn't have it, it will have a big impact. ”

Liu Shun tugged at the corners of his mouth and asked, "The master is ready to do something to Xingzhen." ”

"Yes, kindness, perseverance, perseverance, and unity are all possessed, and he is a qualified disciple. ”

"But、But Xingzhen didn't agree to be a disciple of the master, right?"

Hearing Liu Shun's question, Yuan Chungang, a farmer, said casually: "Just beat him and agree." ”

Then he then instructed: "You go and take out all the thousand-year-old lingzhi and kiwi fruit brew of Xingzhen, and prepare the medicinal liquid in advance." No one will concoct it when you're away, so why don't you want me to serve that stinky boy myself? ”

Thinking of something missing, he continued to advise: "Remember not to take off the little gourd of the torturer, that is his lifeline, and it will definitely not work if you lose it." ”

Liu Shun heard something else, and asked suspiciously: "Master, what do you mean, I'm not here, and where do you want me to go?"

Yuan Chungang asked a seemingly unrelated question: "How long have you been in the Nine to Ten Realms?"

Liu Shun's face turned pale suddenly, and he almost pulled his fingers when he calculated it. In the end, he held back a sentence: "It's been a long time, I don't remember how many years." ”

Yuan Chungang nodded in agreement: "Your internal strength has already accumulated enough, and now you lack a preacher. After finishing the matter of the medicinal liquid, go to Nanbin City, the southernmost point of Longxingzhou, to have a look. There may be your preacher there who can help you break through the Ten Realms and retreat to the Mortal Realm. ”

Liu Shun was extremely puzzled and puzzled: "Master, isn't your old man the preacher of the disciple? ”

The more he talked, the more frightened he became, and he knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and begged: "If the disciple does something wrong, please ask the master to point it out, and the disciple will definitely correct it." ”

Yuan Chungang said calmly: "Get up and speak, I don't mean to expel you from the sect." I can teach you martial arts and martial arts, but there are some things that I can't teach you. ”

"You have to experience it to understand some of it. This preacher is not a master who teaches you martial arts, but only inspires you in some places. ”

"It's a compensation he owes you, remember to stay in Southside City for a few more years. Don't be discouraged, this preacher will appear. ”

Liu Shun finally put his mind at ease, and after getting up obediently, he reluctantly said: "Since the master has orders, the disciple will definitely do it." The disciple is not in the Sword Sect, and there is no one to serve the master, and I hope that your old man will take care of his health. ”