And put aside the conversation between the master and apprentice in the Star Seeking Palace, and after agreeing to the Yijiu Palace, Ren Yunxian temporarily separated from the senior brothers and sisters, and went away alone under the guidance of the Wanhua disciples. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info and although this time it probably has nothing to do with the sword competition, but in Xiaodaochang's waist, the black sword that has been with him for many years feels a throbbing inexplicably.

This feeling had only appeared twice since he got the black sword, the first time was when the strange sword first absorbed his blood, and the second time, naturally, was now... But if you really want to talk about it, the feelings of these two times are somewhat different, if it is said that the first time in many years is to make the black sword excited and roar, this time, Ren Yunxian felt a certain irrepressible battle intent from the sword, this mysterious and mysterious atmosphere even drove him to almost be unable to control the sword qi that had been stored for many years, and it would erupt from the scabbard at any time!

- Is it true that Excalibur has a spirit, do you know the person I am going to meet?

It's useless to worry, it's useless to worry, but it's also an acquired master who has cultivated to the point of forgetting the ninefold, Ren Yunji settled down after a slight adjustment, and followed the Wanhua disciple to the Xiaoyao Forest... As soon as they entered the valley, they passed through this place with Dongfang Zimo, but at that time, they were worried about the situation in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and did not stay long.

Such a scenery is really rare in the mortal world... It's just that a place like this is really inhabited?

"Senior brother, where are we going?"

"Ha, Senior Brother Ren don't be surprised, there are many idle hermits in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and there are not a few people who take the mountains and forests as pleasure on weekdays, and there are not a few people who take birds as friends, if it is not for the corpse at this moment, maybe as soon as we enter the forest, we can see Mr. Wu painting, or Mr. Luo is writing poems."

"I see... Is this about to be such an elegant gentleman? ”

"Well... This man is an exception. The senior brother of Wanhua Valley also showed a wry smile on his face, "Senior Brother Ren, if you see it for a while, please be cautious, although this person lives in seclusion in Wanhua Valley, he is strange by nature, rarely does not interact with people, and his skills are unfathomable, let's try not to anger him." ”

"That's right."

Ren Yunxian nodded to indicate that he knew, and his heart was even more confused.

"I wonder what is so special about this person?"

"Well, his people call themselves Feng is unknown, and the people in the rivers and lakes are called 'iron smelters', according to the predecessors, more than a hundred years ago, he was a super-first-class swordsman, and he was also a famous god forger, but for some reason he suddenly disappeared in the rivers and lakes, and he was self-styled in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, and no one knows the reason until today."

"More than 100 years ago... This person is still a congenital master!? ”

Time is ruthless, if it is an ordinary martial artist, even if he is lucky not to die after a hundred years, it should be the year of his death, and listening to the meaning of the words of the Wanhua disciple, until today, this person is still extraordinary, not congenital, how can he be so capable!

The little Taoist didn't say much, and continued to walk through the Xiaoyao Forest after the other party, but the doubts between his eyebrows did not disappear in the slightest - the more he understood the other party's background, the more doubts became in his heart.

Could it be that the black sword in his hand was forged by the other party?

Then how did this sword enter the Pure Yang, and even appear in the Sword Peak, and appear in the senior brother?

Even if there is such a coincidence, why is it that the closer he gets to the target, the more agitated the sword in his hand becomes, and the more the arrogant and sharp sword qi cannot be suppressed?

This feeling is not like meeting your own founder, but like meeting an old enemy who is incompatible with life and death!

…

"When! While! While! ”

I still don't know what to do, but the crisp sound of tapping has come from the depths of the forest... Unconsciously, the two of them crossed all the way, and they were close to the end of this free forest, and the quiet place where the original hanging waterfall passed through the forest rolled up a scorching hot wind for no reason, accompanied by a clanging knocking sound, each time it seemed to knock on the heart of the comer, and every step made the surrounding air hotter and hotter.

Although he has not really seen it yet, in Ren Yunxi's mind, the image of the casting master of forging, iron smelting, and hammering and burning gold has been sketched vividly. Even if the Taoist himself doesn't know the slightest bit of casting, the sound of the hammer with a clear rhythm is enough to make people imagine how skilled the person wielding the hammer is!

Neither of them spoke, but silently quickened their pace, but after walking dozens of steps, there was still no furnace craftsman in sight... There's something strange here. No matter how loud the action of swinging the hammer wrought iron is, the sound of the hammer and the high temperature emitted by the furnace must always have a limit, but from the beginning to the present, there is still no figure after crossing the distance of dozens of steps, so if it is really in front of this person, how loud should the sound of hammering the iron be, and how terrifying should the temperature of the forging furnace be?

Seeing the sweat on his forehead, Ren Yunji adjusted his internal breath and forcibly resisted the increasingly scorching heat, and the Wanhua disciples who came here with him were also not easy, and they were vaguely trying their best to block the flames.

"It's almost there."

"Yes."

Tightening the sword in his hand, Ren Yunxian stepped forward again, and the evaluation of this divine soldier forger he had never met had quietly improved again... Take Shi Pengtian who has met before as an example, the internal qi of the two is also extremely yang and extremely hot, but against Shi Pengtian, even if the little Taoist is invincible, he will not be so embarrassed that his every move is affected by the flames, but now, he has not seen the true face of the other party, so he has to run his internal breath and go all out, even if they are both congenital, the gap is self-evident.

However, it wasn't until the little Taoist leader really saw Feng Buming in front of him, but he was still shocked in his heart!

There was no wood or charcoal in the huge bare furnace, but the foehn wind still burned away the rich green shade around him, and the man standing in front of the furnace, holding the unformed knife embryo with his bare hands, frowned coldly, and was not moved by the scorching heat, as if he was holding not a burning red furnace iron in his hand, but a divine soldier who had already completed it.

These alone show that Feng Buming is different from ordinary foundries, but the next scene makes Ren Yunxian even more dumbfounded.

--I saw Feng Wuming holding the knife in his left hand, raising his right hand high, and slamming it on the surface of the knife embryo as soon as it fell, and for a while the sparks splashed for it, and the Ming Feng buzzed for it, and the crisp casting sound was like a bell ringing Da Lu echoed endlessly... But all this is not the key, what is really surprising is that the hammer used by Feng Buming to forge the knife embryo is not specially casting, and it is his fist that has turned into ink and iron that has been striking the knife embryo again and again!

... Is that how the name of the ironmaker came from?

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