Appearance and consistency is definitely a very suitable word to describe Jingtang, not only did he not blame Zongtian for misappropriating the things in his shop, but he also generously opened a dusty warehouse at this time. As the door opened, the sunlight poured into the dim room, and in the face of the light that had not been seen for a long time, the things in the room also exuded a bright light. Although his eyes were shaken by such a reflection, he was also taken aback when he saw that the room was actually full of weapons.

"This is ......" Although the storeroom is not particularly large, the weapons inside can really be regarded as a mountain of piles.

"It's basically a failure." Although failure is indeed inevitable for sword casting, such a number also makes Jing Tang a little embarrassed. However, the situation at this time is not because of his poor craftsmanship, as Jing Tang himself said, he wants to make weapons freely, and this freedom means more failures.

"Failure?" Hearing this, Zongtian also randomly pulled out a handful from the sword mountain, and after carefully observing it, Zongtian probed the inside of the sword again. Although the one in his hand is indeed not a masterpiece, but this is higher than the quality of the standard soul blade, how can it be called a failure?

"yes, it's all failures." Jing Tang looked at those weapons full of memories, even if they were as rough as he was at this time, he couldn't help but sigh a little, "These are the products of some wanton behavior, and the result is not as unsatisfactory as you can see." ”

"Although you insist that they are failures." Zongtian took a handful of them casually again, and with the second investigation, Zongtian also strengthened his previous opinion, "But I don't think their quality is a failure at all." ”

"Hahaha, then I'll accept your compliment." With that heroic laughter, Jing Tang also jumped out of the slight sentimentality, "Anyway, I don't have the face to sell them to guests, but at this time, they can also be used to the fullest." ”

Get the most out of it? Zongtian looked at the sword in his hand, and Jing Tang's thoughts seemed to have guessed something.

"You... You're not going to let me use these weapons to practice soul forgery, are you? Although it is mostly a thankless act to use honorifics for such a heroic person, Zongtian still can't help but do so.

"It's just to practice with them, and don't say it, after you clean up all those scraps and coal piles, this room is really much brighter." If this was said by a well-intentioned person, the meaning might really be a little unclear, but at this time, Zongtian only felt sincerity in Jingtang's words. But even so, allowing himself to wantonly destroy Jingtang's works, Zongtian still can't afford such a sense of guilt.

"What a word!" Although Zongtian hadn't said anything at this time, his embarrassed look made Jing Tang a little unhappy, "Just like you used those things before, they are already worthless things for me, I learned your real-world methods, how can I use coal to light that fire again?" And the same is true for the weapons in this house, selling them is to smash their own signboards, and they are reluctant to lose them, and they are finally useful, why don't you use them?! ”

Why did this one instantly make Zongtian speechless, but Jingtang's anger still didn't seem to dissipate.

"And can you use those messy materials to train your soul well? Even if you could carve a sword pattern on coal, could you use coal as a weapon?! ”

Although Zongtian also wanted to refute it, because of the scarcity of materials, it was indeed possible for such a weapon to appear in the real world, but at this time, he naturally would not be so boring. At such a time, it seems a bit hypocritical to refuse again, and practicing directly with such a weapon is indeed the fastest way to make Zongtian progress.

Although he accepted such a gift at this time, when Zongtian picked up the first weapon, the weight of his hand made his heart sink slightly. Trying to stabilize his mentality, Zongtian also slowly closed his eyes at this time, and the process of using his soul power to probe into the sword was quite smooth, but the soul was sharpened......

Zongtian couldn't do it anymore, and opened his eyes again to look at the room full of weapons, which seemed to be filled with memories of Jingtang's life.

"Why don't you start yet?!"

I thought that Jing Tang was already busy with his own affairs, but at this time, the slap on the back of the head was denying that fact.

"But ......"

"Nothing, nothing to be sorry for." Although this strong man looks very upright, there are few really stupid people in this world.

"I admit that these weapons carry a lot of my memories." Jing Tang also pulled out a handful of weapons from the pile,

"But ......" Just when the big hand, which was a little rough, had not completely stroked the entire weapon, Jing Tang's face turned hideous, and the weapon was also broken by him.

"It could have done something bigger, but to convince you, it can only be so humbly broken."

This time it was finally forced into place, although using such a weapon to sharpen the soul would still make Zongtian have a lot of psychological burden, but this did not affect those dead qi destroying those originally smooth sword bodies.

Time continued to flow, and Zongtian also re-entered the state of crazy tempering himself. However, it seems that the state of detachment will no longer happen, because Zongtian, who has received the lesson, has learned to be relaxed at this time, but even so, the weapon in his hand is still like being scratched by the minions of some monster, not only the rough scars left on the sword, but even the piercing sound is difficult for ordinary people to accept. However, the two people in the room didn't care about this kind of torture, Zongtian seemed to just turn a deaf ear, and Jing Tang was beating the soul iron even harder because of the incessant sound, as if the piercing noise was a clarion call to lead him to fight together.

The practice of forgetting to sleep and eat not only allowed Zongtian to gradually grasp the feeling of soul strength, but also Zongtian's control of soul energy seemed to have reached a new platform. At this time, just relying on the natural work of the whirlpool, it can basically supply the soul of Zongtian, who is not very hard-working, but such a virtuous circle also makes someone a little doubtful.

It seems that he feels that Zongtian's cultivation time is a little too long, and the soul creation appeared by Zongtian's side at this time. didn't disturb the longitudinal sky who was staring with bated breath, and the soul maker just looked at the other party's serious appearance with some concern. However, there is no special change in Zongtian at this time, which also makes the soul maker feel at ease. It's just that the strange thing is still lingering in Zongtian's heart at this time, although Zongtian in front of him seems to be in a state of cultivation, why is he holding a weapon? And the sound of metal from time to time at that time also made the soul maker curious. Just as the soul maker was carefully observing the weapon, Zongtian opened his eyes at this time.

"Sister Soul Maker." Although Zongtian's voice was already very small, the focused soul creation was still startled.

"Ahh Are you done cultivating? It's just that after the fright, the doubts of the soul creation were exchanged for the doubts of Zongtian.

"Cultivation? I'm not cultivating. ”

"Then you ......" also noticed the difference in Zongtian at this time, but the soul maker also pointed to the somewhat broken weapon in Zongtian's hand in confusion.

"Huh this?" Seeing the broken weapon, Zong Tian couldn't help but pout, "Don't you know?" This is the soul forged...... Although it is still a little unpresentable. ”

"Soul Forge ? Is soul cultivation also a way of cultivation? ”

It seems that the disconnected conversation is finally going to end at this point, because Zongtian has finally caught the discord in their communication at this time. Originally, he always felt that soul creation must be much clearer than him about the various aspects of the soul plane, and this also made him a little unexpected, after studying with Jing Tang for a period of time, he knew far more about sword forging than soul making. However, this is not to say that at this time, Zongtian can already call himself a high-end swordsmith, and the reason is only because of the soul sharpening of the sword-casting foundation, and the soul maker only knows one name.

After understanding this truth, Zong Tiangang wanted to explain something to the soul maker, but another figure beside him caught his attention. Although between the opening and closing of Zongtian's eyes, I don't know how much time has passed, but how could he forget Jingtang's appearance because he closed his eyes for a few days? But at this time, he was really a little unsure who the lean man who was busy on the side was.

"Uncle Jingtang?" Zongtian asked cautiously, and the man also heard this, and slowly turned to Zongtian. Although when he looked at him, Zongtian recognized that it was indeed Jingtang, but the appearance of the other party also made him feel terrified at this time. The sturdy man before seemed to be deflated, and the tired face and a pair of energetic eyes also made the whole picture even more terrifying.

"Zongtian, take a look, my ......" Before he finished speaking, Jingtang suddenly fell, and Zongtian hurriedly supported the figure at this time.

This situation also made the soul maker move, and a soul stone appeared directly in her hand, and with her hard grip, the dissolved soul energy also floated to Jingtang's mouth and nose. This kind of first aid made Jing Tang wake up slowly, but his mind was still confused, but he couldn't figure out what had happened before.

"I ......"

Looking at Jing Tang's weak appearance, Zongtian was very uneasy, but the comforting hand of the soul was also placed on his head at this time.