After the incident of the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect, Ye Wanxiao and his party returned to Xuantian Sect. As soon as he returned to Xiaoyao Peak, Ye Wanxiao began to plan to cast a sword for Yan Yang, but now his injuries have not healed. The pain in his chest doesn't dare to exert himself, he can take advantage of this time, think about the materials he needs, and get ready.

Within half a day, Song Chenghong came to Xiaoyao Peak again.

"Wanxiao, I heard that you were injured, how are you injured?" As soon as Song Chenghong saw Ye Wanxiao, he noticed that his junior brother's injury was not light. The face is showing an abnormal pathology.

"Senior brother, we're fine"

"What do you mean it's not a big deal? I heard Senior Brother Ning say, you are not lightly injured. Song Chenghong had an expression of iron but not steel.

"If Ning Wangshu hadn't told me, I wouldn't have known about your injury. Why don't you take you seriously so much, the previous injuries were not completely healed, and this time I went out and came back with another injury. ”

After speaking, Song Chenghong looked remorseful, "If I knew this was the case, I wouldn't have asked you to go to the Ten Thousand Buddhas Sect." ”

Ye Wanxiao felt that her senior brother was good at everything, and the only thing that was bad was that she was too nagging to him, and she was full of brother control.

"Senior brother, there's nothing going on lately, I want to forge a sword by myself." Before Ye Wanxiao could finish speaking, Song Chenghong interrupted him, "What kind of sword, I don't agree, you have to take good care of your injuries, if you don't recover well, you are not allowed to do anything." ”

"Senior brother" Ye Wanxiao looked helpless, "This sword is for Yan Yang, he has been building a foundation for a long time, but because of my injury, I have not prepared for him, which master is not a disciple As soon as the foundation was built, he immediately gave the apprentice a sword, and I have delayed him for a long time." ”

"This ......", Song Chenghonghong originally disagreed, but thinking about it, this is indeed the truth, no matter how Yan Yang is also Ye Wanxiao's disciple, besides, he has not had a weapon for so long, it is indeed a bit not good. But thinking that his junior brother's current injury was not quite able to forge a sword by himself, he said, "Yes, but at least half of your injuries can be healed, and you are not allowed to go anywhere until the injury is healed."

Under Ye Wanxiao's repeated assurances, Song Chenghong ended this topic.

"Senior brother, don't let others know about the sword-casting, especially Yan Yang."

"Why" Song Chenghong didn't understand, there was something to hide.

"Uh, ......, there is a bit of a contradiction between me and Yan Yang's master and apprentice, so I don't want to talk much" Ye Wanxiao couldn't think of a suitable reason for looking for a long time, so she could only make up a garbage excuse.

"Okay," of course, this reason can't deal with Song Chenghong, but Song Chenghong has always loved his junior brother, since he said that he wouldn't let him say it, then he wouldn't say it.

For the next month or so, Ye Wanxiao spent more than a month quietly recuperating from her injuries.

"It turns out that Xiu Zhenren's body is so strong" Ye Wanxiao touched her chest, smacked her lips and sighed, "I can't even see it, I can't see it now, I was stabbed by a sword a month ago." ”

"Yo, what are you narcissisting about" Before one foot stepped into Ye Wanxiao's door, he saw Ye Wanxiao touching her chest, not knowing what she was saying.

"Hehe" Ye Wanxiao looked mocking, his relationship with Ethereal Peak has been a lot closer in the past month. Of course, not because of gender. Ye Wanxiao has found all the materials for castings during this time, but there is a lack of gold and iron. This is the best sword-forging method he has found from the system's database, and gold and iron are the finishing touch. Although it is said that it will not be bad if it is missing, Ye Wanxiao is a perfectionist.

There was really no way to ask the head Song Chenghong, only then did he know that the Ethereal Peak had gold and iron, but it was used by the peak master to build a house, Ye Wanxiao was almost out of anger when she knew it at the time, "I was so angry that I didn't find it for so long, and it was used by others to build a house, so angry." ”

Although Ethereal Peak is a woman, she acts very aggressively, but she is a little wrong with the original owner. But under Ye Wanxiao's attentive communication and closeness, the two became good friends. But this friend is a little ...... Cheap mouth.

"You're almost in good health, when are you going to cast a sword" As she entered the room directly, Ye Wanxiao had a black line on her face. At first, he was polite and polite when he was not acquainted, but after getting along, the two got along with each other without scruples. Ye Wanxiao felt that he didn't see himself as a man at all.

"Why don't you let the disciple report it and come in directly"

"What's there to tell you about this? Do you still have something unsightly to do? Ye Wanxiao is not afraid of OCC, of course she is not afraid of anything, but a girl who suddenly rushes into her room will definitely be startled.

"I'll go to the sword casting room tomorrow" Ye Wanxiao felt that she had the physique to invite trouble, and she was unlucky and injured in three days. Moreover, Yan Yang's weapon has been delayed for too long, so it is better to solve it as soon as possible.

"Stained ......" propped his chin with it, and there was a hint of playfulness in his eyes, "Why are you so good to that kid"

"Who called him my apprentice?" Ye Wanxiao silently added in her heart, not good for the protagonist, who am I good for.

On the second day, Ye Wanxiao called Ye Yizhou, saying that she had something to go out for a month, and asked Ye Yizhou to take care of the other disciples and cultivate well, and asked Yan Yang about today's situation.

"Master, I have a question for you." Ye Yizhou really held back in his heart for a long time, and he didn't say it.

"What's the matter" Ye Wanxiao really loves Ye Yizhou, a good look, obedient, capable, and full of good students. This song is completely proper in modern times, someone else's child.

"What happened between the master and the junior brother?" Ye Yizhou knew that his question was a bit presumptuous, but he continued to ask, "Shizun obviously loves Yanyang very much, but why does he show that he doesn't care, junior brother, he seems to have some misunderstanding about Shizun, why don't you talk about it." ”

I want to say it too, do you think I want to see him misunderstand me, and then look like he resents me, how do I tell him?

"Some things are good not to say them."

"The disciple doesn't understand."

Ye Wanxiao smiled and didn't continue, Yan Yang is highly qualified and diligent, and his future is limitless, and he is the protagonist, his life is destined to be extraordinary, and he is just a villain, what can the two say when they meet in the end, so be it.

In the black stone house, the firelight was reflected as if it was day, and the high temperature emitted by the blue flames made Ye Wanxiao a little dizzy, he had been in the sword casting room for almost a month, and the only thing he did every day was to rest and then forge the sword.

The most primitive sword-casting method is used: modeling, materials, smelting, watering, and repairing.

Today is the day the sword was born, Ye Wanxiao really put too much thought into this sword, and even remembered how many hammers he hit and how much water he added.

The green smoke turned into a jade dragon, the corners of Ye Wanxiao's mouth rose, and the sword was formed.

It is said that people with high cultivation can feel things that others can't, and perhaps this is the resonance between the strong.

At the moment when the sword was formed, Su Mingyu looked in the direction of the sword casting room, and his eyes flashed slightly, who fought the Heavenly Rank Divine Sword.

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On the martial arts training ground, Yan Yang practiced the sword over and over again, even if he was physically exhausted, he was still trying to wield the black iron sword in his hand.

"Zheng~", the sword broke, and the sharp blade slashed across Yan Yang's side face, shaving off a strand of hair. In the end, the grade of the sword is not enough, and now his cultivation is no longer suitable for using these ordinary swords

Yan Yang is really suitable for cultivation, and in just half a year, he has already built a high-level foundation. Looking back on the events of half a year, it seems like a dream.

In the past half a year, he has been completely disappointed. If something bad doesn't happen, you'll never be able to see the people around you.

For the first time in Yan Yang's heart, he complained about Ye Wanxiao, if he didn't care about me, don't be nice to me at the beginning.