Excalibur Temple, an independent courtyard.

Bang.

In the courtyard hall, a middle-aged man in his 3O years old smashed the table of red nanmu with one palm and stood up suddenly.

"What do you say? My nephew Lian Ying is dead! ”

This person's expression was extremely angry, his eyes flashed with essence, and Sen Han's murderous intent appeared on his body.

Lian Ying died in the cold ice pool, and when the body was revealed, he had been dead for more than ten days, and the body was frozen in ice.

"Kill my sister, destroy the Lian family, and now even my nephew has been killed!"

In Zhu Yu's eyes, it seemed as if he was about to erupt fire.

This person is Lian Ying's uncle Zhu Yu.

Zhu Yu, who is also born on Chaosheng Island, came to the Heaven and Earth Sacred Academy more than ten years ago with his excellent talent, and he is a personal disciple.

For more than ten years, Zhu Yu has cultivated hard, and he is already a 1O-level martial sect, and his progress is not inferior to that of the Xi disciples of the year.

"Brother Yu, do you want to ask the master of the courtyard to come forward!"

Next to Zhu Yu, a woman in her twenties with a gorgeous appearance said.

"Jing'er, you're thinking too simply! The owner of the hospital came forward? Unsubstantiated? When that damn Wen Hao comes to death and doesn't admit it, what should we do? Besides, Lian Ying was beaten into the cold ice pool, and he had long lost his status in front of the courtyard master, and no one was in charge, even if it was confirmed that Wen Hao killed him, the punishment would not be too heavy! ”

Zhu Yu said in a deep voice.

"Brother Yu, what are you going to do?"

The woman who is called Jing'er said.

"What to do? The hatred of the sea of blood, the hatred of destroying the door! Zhu Yu said in a calm tone: "Wen Hao, Wen Fengyun, the entire Xiaoyao Courtyard, I, Zhu Yu, do not share the sky with you, I will kill him and then quickly, and I will eradicate the Wen family, and there will be no one left behind!" ”

"Brother Yu, you must be calm, there is a Nine-winged Dragon Emperor in the Xiaoyao Courtyard, go to take revenge, that is to send death!"

"Jing'er, don't worry, the big enemy is here, of course I won't be sent to death easily!" Zhu Yu nodded, sat down on the big chair again, pondered for a moment, and sneered: "Hmph, I originally thought that I could get them by using a clone, but I didn't expect them to be so difficult."

However, the Wen family, I don't believe that the Wen family will hide in the Holy Courtyard forever, and when they leave the Holy Courtyard and have no protection from the Nine-Winged Dragon Emperor, I will take action and destroy him! ”

"Brother Yu, I'll go with you then!"

Jing'er said.

"Okay, I don't believe that our 2 Martial Sects will make a move, up and down the Xiaoyao Courtyard, who else can stop it!"

Zhu Yushen sneered.

……

Divine Soldier Academy, Wen Hao didn't know that he had deliberately spread the news, and the killing of Lian Ying, which had successfully angered Zhu Yu.

At this moment, he was taking Xiao Mo to the Divine Weapon Academy to test the casting technique.

Tomorrow is the selection of the Dragon Gate, and Xiao Mo finally became a spirit-level caster on the last day.

To be able to improve so quickly, in addition to the large and rich knowledge provided by the "Wanbaojian", there is also the effect of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to greatly improve the learning effect, and the role of the Casting Pavilion to multiply the casting skills.

In the end, it was Wen Hao who was willing to spend the capital, and spent 1o thousand taels of gold to buy a large number of materials, so that Tie Xuantong and Xiao Mo could squander it at will.

Of course, there are still more than 90% of these materials left, and they can be supported for a long time in the future, and the built Xuan soldiers and spirit soldiers will not be wasted, and they will all be handed over to the Wen family for use.

Under many factors, Wen Hao trained Xiao Mo from a level 7 Xuanbing caster to a spirit-level caster in one month.

took Xiao Mo to the Divine Weapon Academy, where the assessment was responsible, and the tutor in charge of the assessment stood up.

"Isn't this the Master of Wenhao Academy?"

After the tutor in charge of the assessment saw Wen Hao, he stood up with a curious face.

"It's down there! I don't know what the seniors called? Wen Hao asked.

"My name is Lin Yongxin." This humane.

"It turned out to be Senior Lin!"

Wen Hao arched his hand.

"Why did Master Wen Hao come here? This is the place responsible for the casting technology assessment of the students of the Divine Weapons Academy? Who do you recommend? ”

After Lin Yongxin finished speaking, he looked at Xiao Mo curiously.

Through observation, he realized that Xiao Mo's strength was too bad, not even a martial artist, but there was a special aura on his body, he was a person who often came into contact with charcoal, and his hands were also full of calluses, but he did not use weapons, but cast hammers.

Not even a martial artist, but he knows how to forge and was brought to him again, so he is obviously the foundry master recommended to the Divine Weapon Academy.

"That's right, I just want you to test the Divine Weapon Academy to see if he is qualified to enter the Holy Academy!"

Wen Hao said.

"Okay, Master Wenhao waits!"

Lin Yongxin nodded, and then said to Xiao Mo: "Come with me, create a spirit soldier at will, and you can pass the test!" ”

"Yes!"

Xiao Mo doesn't look like a boy, but his temper is similar to Xiaocao, well-behaved and sensible.

He nodded, immediately walked over to the casting furnace, looked left and right, selected some materials, and began to build.

Looking at Xiao Mo's posture, Lin Yongxin couldn't help but nod and said, "Choose the Nanming Purple Qi Stone, this should be the creation of the Nanming Purple Qi Sword, a dexterous soft sword, and it is also a relatively simple method of casting spiritual soldiers in "Wanbaojian"!" ”

Lin Yongxin, as a mentor, just looked at the materials Xiao Mo chose, and he knew the weapon that Xiao Mo was about to cast.

Watching Xiao Mo melt the Xuangang, and then adding various materials to it, he nodded with satisfaction.

"Huh? The time for the addition of this Nanming purple gas stone is a little early, and the amount is a little more, huh? Half of the Nanming purple gas stone was added, and the cold condensate stone was actually added? This time the order is completely wrong! Cold Freeze will make the melted material suddenly cold and should be added last. If you add it halfway, the front and rear materials will be heated unevenly, and I am afraid that if you hammer it down, it will break. Lin Yongxin sighed, looked at Wen Hao, and said, "It seems that the person brought by the master of Wen Hao has not memorized the recipe on the "Wanbaojian". It is estimated that this time, the casting will fail. But it doesn't matter, I see that he is still young, and there is still a chance next year. ”

Wen Hao showed a smile on his face, and did not answer, but continued to look at Xiao Mo.

In Xiaoyao Courtyard, Xiao Mo has already cast more than a dozen Nanming Purple Qi Swords, each of which is this step, and every one of them is successful.

The reason why there is a discrepancy with the "Ten Thousand Treasures" is because the experience provided by the Zangjing Pavilion has been improved.

Lin Yongxin mistakenly thought that Wen Hao didn't trust his judgment, he was a little annoyed, and snorted coldly: "Wen Hao's courtyard master doesn't believe it, then continue to be optimistic!" ”

The two of them continued to watch, and Xiao Mo's materials were added one by one, and finally poured into the mold.

After cooling, the forging begins.

Clang.

A crisp knocking sound came, and Lin Yongxin's face changed.

"It's not broken?"

As Xiao Mo beat, Lin Yongxin's surprise became stronger and stronger.

According to her thoughts, the sword would shatter with a single hammer, but now it has gradually taken shape, and the blade has also been sharpened.

(End of chapter)