In the huge roar of gold and iron, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, as if he was half asleep.

Martial arts lie in all aspects, walking, sitting and lying are all martial arts, and every move is martial arts.

The same is true of iron.

Every time he fired a hammer, every subtle reaction of himself, the hammer, and the hammered metal came to mind.

It seems that there is no difference in the beating, but in fact, each hammer has a slight adjustment.

Pounding, drilling, frying, scattering, condensing, wrapping......

Striking iron is like fighting!

Momentum, physique, and true qi are all fully mobilized.

With each hammer, the huge cold iron platform trembled and hummed, and the sea of magma and fire was even more turbulent, making people suspect that this cold iron platform was going to be hammered to pieces.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The violent beating one after another woke up the shocked group of old monks.

Sanyin and others quickly surrounded them, carrying all kinds of metals, controlling the heat, and helping An Qisheng.

Huangjue Temple has a unique secret tradition, which is able to increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.

At the same time, several old monks were also more and more shocked.

Obviously, the posture of the person beating was not right, but the sound of the beating was louder than a sound, a hammer rushed over a hammer, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

Only Miki, with twitching corners of his eyes, is a little distressed by his hammer.

Although he believed that An Qisheng had control over his strength, he couldn't help but be a little worried that his cold hammer would be broken.

This force is too fierce.

This busyness is three days and three nights.

Rumble!

A loud bang broke the silence of the Huangjue Temple in the night.

"Forge the Valley? Is this a fryer? ”

Near the Forge Valley, many monks were awakened, and they looked at the Forge Valley one by one, frowning.

Naturally, the Cast Soldiers are not 100% successful, and over the years, there have been many incidents of the Cast Soldiers Valley Explosion Furnace.

The two most thrilling ones even triggered a volcanic eruption suppressed by cold iron, and almost destroyed the Valley of the Soldiers.

Whew~~~

Many of the warrior monks stationed in the Valley of the Forge Soldiers even put on their single clothes and stepped into the winter night.

Looking up, I saw a monstrous fire in the sky above the Forge Soldier Valley, and a clear mushroom cloud reflected under the red moon spread violently.

What reverberated into the ears was the sound of countless gold and iron resonance.

It was as if the swords and soldiers of the entire Huangjue Temple were jumping and beating for it.

"What's going on?"

All of a sudden, I don't know how many monks were shocked.

I only felt that the Valley of Soldiers had become a sea of weapons, although it could not be seen with the naked eye, but I could feel the extreme sharp qi brewing and accumulating, which made people look at it and lose color.

"It's ......"

Sankong looked at the Forge Valley from afar, and his long white eyebrows trembled.

He had never seen this situation, but he had heard that two hundred years ago, on the day the Huangjue Bell was cast, it also caused the qi of the soldiers in the Valley of Soldiers to vibrate.

For two hundred years, countless forgers have tried to reproduce this vision, but have not been able to do so.

At this time, there was a vision again?

As soon as his heart moved, his body disappeared into the wind and snow, and he headed towards the Valley of the Soldiers.

Whew~~~

There seemed to be a strong wind in the Valley of the Forgers, and many of the swords, guns, and clubs that were hanging everywhere all trembled and hummed.

Under the Valley of the Soldiers, waves of fire rolled, and the boiling magma seemed to be even more unstoppable.

On the steps outside the Han Tie Tai, a group of high-ranking monks of the three generations who were forced to retreat again and again looked at the Han Tie Tai with surprise and joy regardless of their gray faces.

In the middle of the cold iron platform, An Qisheng held a sledgehammer high, and the white robe continued to roll in the gusts of air.

On the iron platform in front of him, a spear continued to hum and vibrate.

The spear was two feet long, and its whole body was red, and it was covered with meridian-like lines, from the tail of the spear to the head of the spear that had not yet been opened.

At this moment, the spear seemed to be alive, constantly trembling and beating, making a buzzing sound like a tiger roaring and a dragon's groan.

There was even more faint and extremely sharp aura spreading.

It's like looking at the unfired spear and bleeding from it.

"The meaning of the soldier ......."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-open and half-closed.

His divine consciousness was unprecedentedly active, and he could feel a heavy and formless spirit of war rolling in, all around him, no, circling and converging near this spear, thus inducing a real wind to rage.

Everything has an aura, whether it is strong or weak, even if it is iron and stone, the invisible void is also full of aura.

This is the perception of the aura of the Jiufu Realm.

In fact, just as the mass graves with piles of bones and tombs give people a sense of gloom, and the thousand-year-old temples make people feel peaceful.

It's just that he didn't expect that when the gun was about to be completed, it would lead to such a change.

He held the sledgehammer high, and his half-open and closed eyes seemed to reflect the aura of countless soldiers intertwined.

'The way of heaven is to make up for what is lacking....... The spear is under my blow, and in this aura, it is at its lowest point, just as water flows low, and air flows from a place of high pressure to a place of low pressure.......

An Qisheng thought in his heart.

This is not a bad thing, and it must be of great benefit to this spear to be baptized by a lot of soldiers.

After a long time, when he felt the air flow weaken and the trembling of the spear slowly subsided, An Qisheng raised the final hammer that had been held high for a long time.

Bang down!

Rumble!

With the roar of the cold iron platform shaking, the magma tumbled.

A group of old monks only heard a gunshot and it was extinguished, and then a red golden light pierced the sky, like a dragon leaping into the abyss, and Jinpeng spread its wings and soared into the nine heavens.

Sharpshooter, finally!

........

The wind was howling and the snow was falling.

It had been snowing heavily for several days, covering the vast land with a thick layer of snow.

On the official road a few miles away from Huangjue Temple, in a pavilion for passers-by to enjoy the shade on weekdays, there is cooking smoke rising, and two people sit around a small stove and drink alcohol.

"That old miscellaneous hair is not a son of man, not a son of man......."

Pinching all the damp clothes, Ji Liu took a sullen sip of wine.

The spicy sensation spreads from the mouth and tongue.

He was a little irritable.

With his status, in addition to the need to bow low and be small in front of the Taishi, there is no need to be polite when he sees Dafeng's feudal officials.

There has always been only people waiting for him, where is the reason for him to wait for others?

It's three months to wait!

"Sixth brother, no matter how difficult this is, can it be more difficult than thinking that our brothers will follow the Lord and run to the Hanhai, suffering from hunger and cold for dozens of days, and fighting with the enemy for dozens of times?"

The middle-aged man wearing a black suit with a somewhat dull yellow face couldn't help but shake his head:

"When you are really used to a good life, you can't suffer a little?"

"What you say makes sense, it's just ......."

Ji Liu pinched the wine glass, and also shook his head: "You and I are fighting desperately, there are more than 10,000 brothers left now, you and I are now eight, what is it for?" Isn't it glory and wealth? ”

As he spoke, he poured himself a glass of wine, and gave Ji Baman again: "Is it difficult, is it loyal to the monarch and patriotic?" Don't be silly. ”

Ji Ba shook his head in his heart, stopped talking to him about this, and asked instead:

"Sixth brother, what did the lord say about flying pigeons and passing on the book before?"

"The Lord said, if the old Taoist priest is cast into a divine soldier, if the divine soldier is in hand, you and I will immediately release the golden feather eagle and retreat, don't stay for a moment......."

Ji Liu put down the wine jug and said with a somewhat cold face:

"The lord wants to win over the old Taoist, but last night there was a fire in the Huangjue Temple, and there was a hidden intention of fighting, but I am afraid that those old monks still disobeyed the will of the lord.......

I've released the Golden Feather Eagle, yes or no........"

Three months is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

At least, with the strength of the Huangjue Temple's Casting Soldier Valley, not to mention one divine weapon, it is two or three, and three months is probably enough.

And if the old Taoist priest really came out with a divine weapon, then the problem was really big.......

I just hope that last night was a fryer, not a real magic soldier!

"In recent years, as the king has become more and more eager, the conflict between the Huangjue Temple and the imperial court has become more and more.......

Their sin against the Lord will only hasten their demise! ”

Ji Hachi's face was gloomy.

There was no conflict between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court at first, on the contrary, compared with those unruly martial arts people, these seemingly honest monks were more reassuring to the imperial court.

Everything still has to start with Nantian Mountain Hunting.

That time, although Huangjue Temple sent many warrior monks to help, they refused to requisition of the imperial court to cast their army valley, and there was no room for negotiation.

Although they later presented tens of thousands of good sword soldiers with the intention of repairing the relationship, anyone with a discerning eye knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.

The six doors want to collect the world's swordsmen, and Huangjue Temple will inevitably bear the brunt.

But as he spoke, he was also a little surprised:

"It's just that the movement last night is so similar to the sword armor cast by the Lord back then, I'm afraid it's a little bad........"

"The Lord is also cautious, there are dozens of divine veins in the world, what about one more? Do you really dare to be the enemy of my court? ”

Ji Liu raised his head and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp:

"If he takes it, he will pay it back, but if he doesn't accept it, will he still be the enemy of my Dafeng?"

Although the divine vein has the reputation of one person who can rival a country, it is worth it by no means to lead thousands of miles, have millions of troops, and have countless masters!

As strong as Pang Wanyang, he didn't dare to sweep the edge of Dafeng, an old Taoist priest became a divine vein, what wind and waves could he stir up?

"Huh?"

Ji Ba held the wine glass, his eyes suddenly moved, and he lost his voice:

"Eight, starling, look ......."

Ji Roku followed his gaze.

I saw that between the heavy clouds, a long Han Jiao winding body, wandering in the wind and snow, moved slightly, and then crossed the lixu, the speed was incredible.

Wow~

Ji Hachi stood up suddenly, the glass was crushed by a pinch, and the wine splashed.

Ji Liu's face also changed, and his heart tensed.

I saw the Han Jiao swooping down, and a person standing on the head of the Jiao in white robe flew up, playing with a red spear at this time.

While looking at it lightly.

The light in those eyes was deep and plain, but it seemed to have a substantial weight, which made their hearts feel so depressed that they could hardly breathe.