"With the blood of the dragon, the iron ...... of Xuantian"

Luo Ning explored the black stone with his eyes closed, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This is a famous sword that he has never heard of in the sword casting record.

Legend has it that this Xuantian Iron only appeared sixteen years ago, and the three sects of the world rushed to grab it first, it is said that Jian Yuan's junior uncle Yi Shuihan and Beihai Yunshan plus the guns of the two factions of masters have fought for more than ten years without a victory, and in the end they don't know where this Xuantian Iron goes, and even Jian Yuan never mentions this matter again.

The corners of the young man's mouth smiled bitterly, and in the end he could only look at the front of the sword-casting record, where the sword-casting materials were very ordinary.

He looked at the stove that had been dragged back after a long time, and a deep ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"You have to practice......"

Luo Ning set his eyes on the wood knife and the shovel in the courtyard, and finally landed on an iron bench under Luo Wuwu's buttocks.

In Luo Ning's words, it was borrowed, that is, he coaxed and deceived Luo Wuwu to get up and hand over the bench.

The young man's hand caressed the magic circle, and the sword fetus at the dantian shone brightly, and then a cold spiritual power was injected into the magic circle from Luo Ning's hand.

Luo Wuwu curiously stretched out his head to look, but was hurriedly dodged by the heat.

What Luo Ning wants to forge is the most common fine iron sword recorded in the sword casting record, which is suitable for sword cultivators below the initial micro realm.

All the iron stuff in the house was put into the sword-forging furnace.

Eventually, the swordsman slowly melted under the heat of the swordsmithing furnace, and finally condensed into a mass of liquid.

Luo Ning's forehead was already sweating, but his hand still did not relax, with the experience of forging the refined silver sword, he knew how important the process of condensing the sword was.

Accompanied by Luo Wuwu's nervous eyes, the sound of sword roaring sounded in the sword furnace.

With the last burst sound, Luo Wuwu asked a little nervously. "Is it done?"

Luo Ning smiled, baring his teeth, "Failed......

After resting for a moment, Luo Ning set his eyes on the iron pot in the room.

However, before he could speak, Luo Wuwu's petite body crawled on top of the iron pot.

"Obedient!"

Luo Ning feigned anger.

"What will you eat after the pot burns?" Luo Wuwu's head shook like a rattle.

"When I become a swordsmith, when the disciples of Jianyuan come to me to forge a sword, are you worried about not having anything to eat?"

Luo Wuwu's eyes rolled, "Do you have tomatoes and eggs?"

Luo Ning nodded, "When the time comes, you can eat bird's nest and ginseng casually." ”

Luo Wuwu shook his head and said, "I don't eat it, I like to eat tomatoes and eggs." ”

Luo Wuwu finally compromised.

The pot was also refined, Luo Wuwu's iron bench was also refined, and the jewelry on Luo Wuwu's head was also thrown into the furnace.

Luo Ning was panting and sweating profusely.

Seeing that there is really nothing left to burn at home.

By the way, there is a chain and a chain on top of the wooden door.

In the small courtyard, the sound of swords sounded again, but in the end, with Luo Ning's helpless smile, Luo Wuwu knew that he had failed again.

Until finally Luo Ning demolished the East House, and the pillar of the East House was also made of iron.

This is enough for Luo Ning to refine for a long time.

......

"I didn't see Senior Brother Luo Ning today, I don't know if he is chopping wood in the back mountain. ”

There was a lot of discussion in the first mountain gate, but it was no longer discriminatory against Luo Ning.

Luo Ning, as a figure who defeated Zhou Qingtian in the first battle, instantly became a popular figure in everyone's mouths.

"Yesterday, Senior Brother Luo Ning's firewood knife was too fast......"

"Yes, I directly broke the mastery of the fourth mountain gate, and I was really proud to see it. ”

"I heard that I launched a challenge with Liu Youfeng, and I am really not an ordinary person. ”

......

Senior Brother Yang Mubai listened to these discussions, and his expression was a little displeased.

He said in a deep voice, "It's all in the past, and I still mention what he has done, today's business is finished today, let's practice the sword!"

Listening to the senior brother's words, the people around him immediately didn't dare to talk about gossip anymore, and immediately buried themselves in sword practice.

"Senior Brother Luo Ning seems to rely on the family to ascend to the top, but he is actually a top genius...... "Yang Mubai is also a leader among his peers, just by Luo Ning's move yesterday, he can already see how this young man is not simple!

But what everyone doesn't know is that this seemingly unsimple teenager is doing something even more incredible.

Yang Mubai knew that although his little junior brother usually didn't seem to like to talk, he still stood up when the mountain gate was humiliated, which showed that this young man was still quite human.

"He didn't come today, so I guess there was something, so I went to his house to see him. ”

Yang Mubai went as a senior brother, and when he left, he didn't forget to bring Luo Ning a meal from the dining room, which included roast chicken, beef, and white rice.

The back mountain was originally an extremely remote place, and Luo Ning's courtyard gate was even more remote, and Yang Mubai walked a long mountain road to reach Luo Ning's courtyard gate.

Far away, Yang Mubai smelled an extremely untimely smell.

It's like the smell of burnt paste in stir-fried vegetables, and it's like a strong smell of gunpowder.

Yang Mubai straightened his clothes, then gently pushed the chai door and walked into Luo Ning's courtyard.

Although the garden is not large, it is quite neat, and there are a few yellowed tomatoes growing on the ground in the yard.

"Childe, someone is coming......"

Luo Wuwu looked at Luo Ning, who was sweating profusely and was about to collapse, and then looked at Yang Mubai at the door.

Yang Mubai was dressed in white, giving people a very clean feeling, and he stood there so calmly, holding a food box in his hand.

At this time, this young man who is called a genius can be described as turning his head and facing the earth, and there is no iron at home this time.

Luo Wuwu sat on a stool, looking up and still wondering how to repair the house without pillars.

Yang Mubai's gaze swept across his face.

Then he put the food box on the ground, "You didn't go to chop wood today, I'm not worried, so I'll take a look." ”

Very briefly, poplar explained the meaning in vain.

Luo Wuwu's gaze was on the food box, and she didn't leave for a moment, she smelled the smell of meat in it that she hadn't smelled for a long time.

Luo Ning's sword practice once again came to the step of condensing the sword.

His expression was extremely solemn, and the furnace fire gradually became extremely stable under the control of his spiritual power.

This is already his fourth attempt.

Refined iron is separated from scrap iron.

A sword fetus loomed in the sword-forging furnace.

"I'm hungry!"

Luo Wuwu motioned to Luo Ning and shouted, although she didn't know who Yang Mubai was, but she heard Luo Ning say that after learning to forge a sword, someone would give her delicacies from the mountains and seas, and now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Yang Mubai looked at Luo Ning and shook his head gently, he could naturally see that Luo Ning was forging a sword, but it was the first time to cast a sword with such a material.

Even if you have the talent of sword forging, you will never be able to do it without more than a year of fumbling for sword forging by yourself.

Even Luo Xue, known as the most talented girl in the Outer Mountain Gate, is still difficult to achieve in terms of sword-casting skills.

"Eat when you're hungry, thank you brother first!"

Luo Ning replied with some impatience.

Luo Wuwu got Luo Ning's order, and got up to thank Yang Mubai.

The muffled sound of an explosion suddenly sounded in the courtyard without warning.

The eyes of the two people focused on Luo Ning's body.

"It's okay if you fail, it is said that the cadre Mo Xie learned to cast a sword for the first time, and even wasted a hundred catties of good iron to cast the first sword......"

Yang Mubai comforted softly.

However, his words did not fall.

Luo Ning's extremely tired voice came with a hint of excitement.

"It's not!"

Yang Mubai was stunned.

Luo Ning continued, "It's the sword!"

In the sword-casting furnace, half of the iron sword loomed.