Chapter 41: Huddles

If you make a mistake in anticipation when you go all out, it will of course cause irreparable damage.

Just now, Bei Taosha shot with all his strength, stabbing Zhang Yang four swords in a row in two breaths, but Zhang Yang used the same technique to peep at the habit of making moves three times in a row, and finally when he came out of the sword for the fourth time, Zhang Yang understood Bei Taosha's attack point habits, and in a sword that stabbed straight to the throat, he successfully intercepted it halfway, and at the same time instantly restrained it with all his strength, and the attack worked before Bei Taosha reacted.

It's a lot to say, in fact, all this happened in an instant, if Zhang Yang lacked a little bit of eyesight, consciousness, and reaction, he would not be able to achieve the effect of instant countermeasures, and if he reacted to Bei Taosha, and then showed other routines, the outcome of this battle would be difficult to say.

In short, Bei Taosha lost because he was too confident in the speed of his own sword, and he didn't expect Zhang Yang to overcome the gang and intercept his sword path head-on, and he was caught off guard and killed in an instant.

That is, if he meets Zhang Yang, if his opponent in this battle is replaced by any of the top 100 disciples on the scene, he will not lose much.

It comes with a recycling system, so it can be so strong, and defeat the enemy in a big realm!

said that Zhang Yanghai had a meal and replenished his strength, so he wandered around in the pebble field, and finally, Zhang Yang stopped.

"Hehe, I'm glad I know, this is a good baby!" Zhang Yang squatted down on a stone that was stuck on the ground, showing a sharp triangle and a pitted black surface, and pulled out a mud line with his palm on the edge of the stone, and then lifted it hard, and the stone was pulled out.

Zhang Yang hugged the stone with both hands, turned around and ran with bright eyes!

On top of the gimbal.

"What is Zhang Yang holding a stone for?"

The top 100 disciples who came out of the defeat exchanged heads and talked about it.

Some of the people who knew the goods were silent for a while, and even more remorseful voiced.

"This is the original iron! Ouch! How can I be so stupid! If you had a long sword in your hand, how could you have been defeated so early! ”

"Ah, shouldn't iron ore be reflective, how can this piece of black and swarthy be iron?"

"Pure iron is reflective! This is miscellaneous iron! Such a large piece of miscellaneous iron is enough to make a sword! ”

Chen Dongdao slowly turned his head to look at Dui Yunluo, with a look of surprise: "Senior sister, you still teach refining weapons under your sect?" ”

Mu Yunluo glanced at him: "The disciples who taught him by hand, are they useful?" ”

Chen Dongdao scratched the back of his ears and thought about it.

However, it was said that Zhang Yang quickly returned to the cave with the piece of iron ore, and returned to the furnace through the gate array route.

Looking at the water curtain, Zhang Yang hand-made a simple blower to heat the furnace and smelt iron, and a group of top 100 disciples were dumbfounded.

"It looks crude, but it contains mystery! It was rumored that Zhang Yang was the first in the outer door, I was not convinced, but now I am convinced, if I come to refining, I must make a blower, but a person can not operate it, although Zhang Yang's blower is simple, it is better to be able to take care of the blower and the furnace at the same time, and the reputation is really true! ”

"This blower structure, containing eight parts, is also easy to make, eight pieces are combined in series to form a linkage, with the least effort, you can do the blower to push and pull vigorously to produce the wind fire point, it is really good."

Zhang Yang looked at the strange-shaped iron pieces that had been repeatedly refined, scratched his ears and cheeks, and spent half a day finally purifying all the miscellaneous iron and making a sword embryo that had not yet been processed.

Raising the sword embryo in his hand and looking at it in front of him for a while, Zhang Yang reluctantly placed it on the stone slab, and sharpened the sword with the water.

At last......

Zhang Yang set off with a pointed cone like a burning stick on his back, and his face was stinky.

He didn't know how to sharpen the sword, and when he found out that something was wrong, the sword embryo had already turned into a cylinder, and Zhang Yangyi simply sharpened the tip of the sword.

Coming out of the cave, Zhang Yang rushed to the pebble field again, looked around, and actually picked up another stone with a mottled moldy green surface like mold, and ran back with his eyes shining.

"What is this?"

"Bronze."

"Ouch hey! It turns out that the moldy stone is bronze! If I had refined a sword for him, how could I be here! ”

In this bronze mine, Zhang Yang created a bronze helmet, and a pair of bronze shoes and a pair of bronze gloves were used up.

A day later.

Zhang Yang was wearing a fine iron jumpsuit armor, a bronze helmet, a fine iron tower shield, a cow tendon longbow, a horn short bow, and a fine iron spear pinned to his waist, and appeared in a melee battlefield on a lake!

"Wow-go!" A top 100 disciple knocked over his opponent with one punch, and saw Zhang Yang exclaiming: "How is this possible!" Where did he get his armor? ”

A figure flew in front of Zhang Yang, and the ferocity was a punch.

Zhang Yang holds a shield and a block!

"Ah——!h With a miserable scream, this top 100 disciple directly fractured: "Ahhhh ”

The iron spear in Zhang Yang's hand shook to the ground, and the whole audience was shocked.

The two sides, which felt the shaking of the ground, stopped the scuffle at the same time and divided into two sides to be vigilant and confront each other.

There were five people on the side with a large number of people, none of whom were injured, but they had spent a lot of physical energy and were a little out of breath.

The side with fewer people is more miserable, there are only two of them, a male cultivator and a female cultivator, the male cultivator is covered in color, the female cultivator's hands are shining, and the injuries of the male cultivator's body can be seen from afar healing rapidly.

People on both sides focused their eyes on Zhang Yang at the same time.

"Shame on you, you wear heavy armor! Not the monks! "There are many people, and one side grits their teeth with hatred.

"Senior brothers, may I ask if you have ever seen a bald male cultivator, or Yan Yunhai?" Zhang Yang ignored their words and asked.

"Yan Yunhai? Let's go together, kill him, and can't let him join Yan Yunhai! Then we really don't have a chance to win! One of the five exclaimed, "Up! Come on! You're on it! ”

"Why don't you go on!" The other four were furious: "Can you punch through the iron armor?" ”

The five of them blamed each other for a while, and hurriedly evacuated the place.

Zhang Yang squeezed his eyebrows, opened the list in his mind and selected the search technique to locate Yan Yunhai's location.

Yan Yunhai is moving slowly due north of here, a mile, about 500 meters.

"Senior brother over there!" The male cultivators of the remaining two shouted: "Senior Brother Yan is too strong and is being besieged, let's go and help him!" ”

After speaking, the male cultivator looked at the female cultivator, the female cultivator nodded slightly, and the two of them lifted it at the same time, flying in the air, and flew in the direction of due north.

Zhang Yang hurriedly followed.

As the distance closes, there is a loud shouting of killing, fists and feet, cursing, and wild laughter in the distance!

"Yan Yunhai! Candle Shadow! You two are already winged! There are so many of us, how much physical strength can you have! Don't hurry up and admit defeat! ”

"Hahaha! Candle Shadow! Give me your back, and you can go on it! ”

When Zhang Yang and a man and a woman arrived, they saw that Candle You and Yan Yunhai were facing two directions back to back at the same time.

The two of them were in all directions, and there were more than forty people, surrounding them in the middle.

On the side of the two, Li Ruohai was pulling his arm down, Ruan Ruan, who was obviously dislocated, was healing his bones, and he was also treating Chen Wuxie, who was also holding a broken sword in his thigh.