Call...... Call...... Whew......"

Feng Mofeng inserted the sword head of the Xuantie Sword into the furnace fire, pulled the bellows, and burned the coal in the furnace for a full hour.

Yang Yifei saw that he had been pulling the bellows for two hours in a row, so he proposed to pull it for a while by himself to let him rest and rest, but he was politely refused.

Although Feng Mofeng is the worst martial artist among the brothers and sisters on Peach Blossom Island, he has practiced internal strength for more than 20 years, and his skills are not weak, he just pulls the bellows, even if he continues to pull it for a day, there is no pressure.

Yang Yifei sat for a while, suddenly remembered something, got up and walked to the stove with the mentality of trying it out, stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the Xuantie sword, and the Jiuyang true qi was transmitted into the furnace along the sword body, and the furnace fire suddenly became blazing, and even the color changed.

Originally, the flame in the furnace was only red with yellow, but at this time there were signs of blue, Jiuyang true qi almost pushed the temperature of the furnace to the peak, the so-called pure furnace fire, when the flame turned cyan, it was the time when the furnace temperature was the highest.

Seeing this, Feng Mofeng exclaimed: "Childe is so fiery true qi, I have never seen such a yang and hot true qi in the world!" ”

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "The name of the exercises practiced in the lower place is called Jiuyang Divine Skill, which is the most yang and hottest exercise in the world. ”

"I see." Feng Mofeng lost his mind slightly because of the word "Jiuyang", but it is also, there are nine yin divine skills in the world, and what is so strange about having a Jiuyang divine skill?

After being silent for a moment, Feng Mofeng asked again: "Dare to ask Yang Gongzi, do you know the whereabouts of the family teacher?" ”

Yang Yifei said: "I don't know this, Huang Laoxi's whereabouts are uncertain, Shenlong can't see the head and the tail, and even his own daughter doesn't know his whereabouts, how can I know?" ”

"But his daughter and son-in-law are now guarding Xiangyang to prevent the Tartars from invading, you can go there to find them, you can always see Huang Laoxi."

Feng Mofeng nodded, he had already planned to help Yang Yifei fight the Xuantie Sword, and then go back to Peach Blossom Island to see the master, hearing this, it was naturally unnecessary, "Childe, can you tell me about the little junior sister and brother-in-law?" ”

Yang Yifei said: "Why not, speaking of you, a little junior sister, it is also a popular legend, a few years ago she was angry with Huang Laoxi, and left Peach Blossom Island without permission......"

Yang Yifei told Feng Mofeng the story of the Legend of the Condor Heroes, Feng Mofeng was fascinated when he heard it, and Li Mochou also listened to it with relish, and time passed unconsciously.

With Yang Yifei's assistance from Jiuyang True Qi, the Xuantie Sword, which was originally expected to take three hours to burn red, turned red in less than two hours.

Storytelling is not an endorsement, there is no need to memorize the more than a million words, and it is impossible for anyone to memorize it.

"Since then, Guo Jing and Huang Rong have settled in Xiangyang to help the Great Song Dynasty guard Xiangyang, and I just went to participate in their daughter's celebration of the Zhou Dynasty a few days ago."

Feng Mofeng's eyes were red, and there were tears on his face, because from Yang Yifei's story, he knew that his senior brother and sister had died.

Except for Lu Chengfeng, who was considered to have had a good death, the others either died tragically or had no news, which made him sad.

"Brother Feng, the sword body has been melted, and I have worked hard." Yang Yifei saw that the tip of the sword had been burned to a bright color, turning yellow and white, so he let go of the hilt of the sword, stopped outputting Jiuyang True Qi, and opened his mouth to Feng Mo.

Feng Mofeng nodded, got up and grabbed the hilt of the sword and took out the Xuantie sword, placed the semicircular tip of the sword obliquely on the anvil, and held a big hammer in his right hand and struck it vigorously, knocking the tip of the sword out of an inclined plane.

To hit the tip of the sword, you need to first punch out the slopes on both sides, and then turn sideways to thin the edges into a sharp edge.

Although Feng Mofeng's legs and feet are inconvenient and he can't do the force from his feet, his internal strength is deep, and it is not effortless to dance the hammer, and he has integrated the Peach Blossom Island's unique luck method in the process of striking iron, which is more efficient.

Soon, the semi-circular sword head turned into an acute triangle with a small angle, and the tip of the sword became extremely sharp, but the red-hot sword body gradually cooled, and Feng Mofeng inserted the sword into the furnace again, this time the entire sword was inserted into it, leaving only the hilt outside.

At this time, it was already noon, Yang Yifei returned to the outside, and took out some food with Feng Mofeng on his back, all of which were some cold food, such as braised pig's trotters, braised beef, braised chicken thighs or something, and also took a bottle of small bottles of Erguotou, 100 ml of the kind, so as not to get drunk.

Feng Mofeng was already living in poverty, he usually made some hoes and sickles to sell in nearby towns, and he couldn't make a lot of money at all, but he could barely make a living, and he might not be able to eat a meal of meat for a long time.

Today's meal of wine and meat can be said to be the best meal he has eaten in years, and he can't help but be more energetic in the afternoon.

Due to Yang Yifei's assistance, the sword that was originally expected to be finished in a day was basically completed by nightfall, and the rest was just to sharpen the sword.

This Yang Yifei couldn't help, but he just invited Feng Mofeng to have dinner again, with the hardness of the Xuantie Sword, it was estimated that in the middle of the night, Feng Mofeng asked Yang Yifei and Li Mochou to rest first.

Yang Yifei's internal strength was consumed a lot today, so he went back to the carriage to meditate and recover, while Li Mochou slept peacefully beside him.

……

The next day, Feng Mofeng handed over the Xuantie Sword that had already been opened and sharpened into Yang Yifei's hands, "Young Master Yang, I originally wanted to help you make a scabbard, but after it was built, the scabbard couldn't withstand the edge of the Xuantie Sword at all, and as soon as it was inserted, the scabbard was cut. ”

"I'm afraid it's hard to find a suitable material for this sword scabbard, and it's not convenient to carry it around!"

Yang Yifei's eyes showed a sudden look, no wonder Dugu didn't give the Xuantie Sword a strike, what kind of heavy sword without a blade, it didn't work, presumably this is also a reason, right?

The Xuantie Sword without a blade, when attacking, it is called smashing, and it is simply redundant to make it into the shape of a sword, that is, Dugu has been playing with swords all his life, and if he changes someone else, how good is it to directly make a Xuantie whip or Xuantie ruler? It's all blunt force injuries anyway.

Therefore, the Xuantie Sword without a blade has no soul, and no matter how awesome the Xuantie Sword is, it can't be a peerless sword created by "Black Cold", right? Everyone still has to go forward!

"Brother Feng doesn't have to worry, it's not a problem for Zaixia." Yang Yifei smiled slightly, and after taking the Xuantie Sword, his hand flipped and disappeared.

"This ...... This ......"

Looking at Feng Mofeng's bewildered appearance, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou looked at each other and smiled, and then turned their hands over again, and a one-kilogram gold brick appeared in Yang Yifei's palm, and it was stuffed into Feng Mofeng's hand without saying anything.

"Brother Feng, you have worked hard all day and night, you can collect this money, go buy a carriage, and rush to Xiangyang City as soon as possible, don't let Huang Laoxie be disappointed again."

Feng Mofeng suddenly became anxious, "How can this be done?" The value of the wine and meat you invited me to eat yesterday has far exceeded the salary, how can I charge you so much more? ”

After speaking, he wanted to return it to Yang Yifei, he deeply felt Yang Yifei's kindness, and he was willing to do something for him, but if he received the money, the taste changed.