Chapter 1: The Son of Sin

A great city, majestic and tall, with its iron-black sheen, seems to be cast from copper, and a great river, surging and wide, with a rumbling sound, like an angry dragon coming out of the valley.

This city is very strange, the city is in front, the river is behind, the city wall is winding like a bow, the river is flowing like a string, pulling out a posture of bending the bow to shoot, pointing an invisible invisible arrow at the 100,000-mile mountain ahead.

Bow City!

A majestic border city located in the southeast of Dongshun Kingdom!

Between the bow-like walls and the string-like river is the city of the Bow Castle. Like other cities in Dongshun Kingdom, there are shops, workshops, animal gardens, government offices, temples, and statues of gods in the town...... Of course, it's more of a residential area.

These settlements are made up of old, rough-black wood-paneled houses, separated by streets and thick wooden fences, and divided into large areas. In the meantime, there are Diao Fighting, Arrow Towers, Gates, and Soldiers Standing Guard...... It's like a barracks.

In the "barracks", the hunting banner is fluttering, and the sun is shining with swords and guns!

Occasionally, a group of bare-bottomed children can be seen around an old man with white hair sitting on a stone bench, listening to the old man's stories of iron and blood in his youth.

To the east of the city is a workshop area.

There are tool making workshops, alchemy workshops, talisman workshops, equipment workshops, and rows of animal taming gardens......

Walking here, the smell of fireworks, the aroma of Dan, the smell of fish, the breath of the air into the nose, the sound of iron, the sound of the medicine pestle, the roar of the beast, the sound of the deafening.

It's a chaotic and busy scene.

In this workshop area, in a jingling workshop, the smell of smoke, water vapor, and iron is mixed and swirled, and more than a dozen blacksmith furnaces are lined up, burning with raging flames, and from time to time there is the sound of "thorn, thorn" iron quenching into the water.

This workshop is very large, but it is also a little dark, and the red firelight reflects the backless figures with light ridges, and the sweat drips out, as if to paint a layer of bright oil paint on the figures.

"Brother Peng, inquire clearly!"

At this moment, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy wearing a coarse gray undershirt, black pants underneath, and a scar on his face rushed into the factory with a shout, and hurried towards a young man of his age who was burying his head in iron not far from the door.

Like all the blacksmiths here, the blacksmith was open-chested and barebacked, with black pants underneath. His chest and back were also covered with fine beads of sweat, and his entire body seemed to be shrouded in a dark red halo in the dark red firelight.

However, instead of the other blacksmiths, the boy was not as big-shouldered and muscular as the other blacksmiths, but had a thin waist and even a little thin. Now he was standing in front of a waist-high, crouching anvil, hammering the ground and intently forging a blank on the anvil.

But in his left hand he held an iron tong, the head of which held a three-foot-long embryo, which was constantly pulling back and forth on the anvil or flipping it up and down, while in his right hand he was wielding a large and unseemly six-edged hammer, which was striking it again and again.

Hammer in the hand, hit, side, straight, back...... Suddenly, the hammer was smashed, sparks flew everywhere, suddenly it was tapping slowly, the iron sound was long, suddenly there was a crisp point, like a pearl and jade falling on the plate, and suddenly there was a burst of blows, like a heavenly gong rolling through the sky......

And with the sound of different sounds, his upright body also vibrated rhythmically with the rhythm of the forging, as if it was not striking iron, but the heart and the hammer were one, the spirit and the mind were one, and they were dancing!

Even the red fire beside him was sometimes rising and sometimes faint with the rhythmic clanging sound, so that the halo on his body was sometimes shining, sometimes dim.

"Woe this skill has the hope of perfecting the realm!" A one-eyed old man not far away stopped the hammer in his hand and looked at the young man who was concentrating, with an appreciative smile on his face, "This forging rhythm mastery...... Gee. ”

"Yes, it's much stronger than the bullshit apprentices of the king master!" A strong man who was holding an iron ingot and happened to pass by the old man's side also stopped, turned his head and glanced at the iron boy, and agreed. But then he shook his head again: "But so what? no matter how good the iron is, at best, it will be the same as us, and it will not be able to become an instrumentalist...... Alas, this child is blind in vain!"

"Hmph, that's not necessarily!" another blacksmith who was drinking from a clay bowl wiped the water stains from his mouth and said proudly, "I dare say that the calamity will be the pride of our smithy in the future!

"Brother Peng, sure enough, those grandsons did it!" The scarred young man's hurried figure had already come to the young man's side at this time, wiped the sweat on his face and said breathlessly, "Chen'er is locked up in their camp cell now." ”

The iron sound stopped suddenly, and the iron boy turned around with the hammer in his hand, and suddenly raised his head, and a pair of dark eyes shot a sharp gaze, looking at the scar boy.

The gaze shot out, like two lightning rays in the dark night, and the scarred boy couldn't help but bow his head.

From the front, this young man is not much different in size than the scar boy, but he has a handsome face, thick black sword eyebrows, and shining eyes. It may also be because he heard the words of the scar boy, but now on his handsome face, his cheeks are tight, showing the edges and corners that are rare for teenagers of this age, adding a bit of fierceness to him.

"Dangchang!

The boy threw his left pliers and his right hammer at the anvil, turned around, and walked towards the wall.

At that moment, a dark and black necklace hanging around his neck also rotated with his body, drawing a beautiful black arc, adding a bit of elegance to the angry young man.

"What are you doing?" Scar Boy stepped forward and grabbed the Iron Boy's arm.

"Grab someone!"

The young man shook his arm, shook off the hand that was dragging him, and picked up a sweatshirt hanging on the wall, which was also gray and coarse, and was about to put it on.

"Brother Peng, I think we should discuss it, and it's best to call the other brothers as well. The scar boy stepped forward again and grabbed the iron boy, "That black-shirt battalion is a real barracks!"

"So what?"

"No......" The scar-faced boy was obviously a little anxious: "Besides, Chen'er is not...... Let's go and rob it, no!"

"Which one?" the young man glared suddenly, "That's my sister!"

The blacksmith roared, and the sound of the whole room immediately stopped, and the blacksmiths cast puzzled glances at this side.

"Who has caused our family's woe again?" someone asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, but I'm sure someone is going to be unlucky again. The voice full of pity floated between the stunned figures like a gossamer, and a smacking of lips followed, "That's it, that's it! As long as our family is angry, it will be the whole Bow Drag City!"

There was pride and pride in his voice.

"Cut!"

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded, and it was a young man with knotted muscles, who was now standing a few feet away from the iron-striking boy, with contempt, indignation, and arrogance on his face.

"What's the 'woe and anger, the bow city is shaking'? I'm just the most unconvinced!" said the young man, and swung the hammer in his right hand twice.

"Huh?"

The young man who was about to get dressed and walk out stopped, looked up at the young man wielding a sledgehammer, and did not speak.

But he quietly stuffed the coarse undershirt in his hand to the scar boy.

"I think it's too much, are you saying something too evil, and when he gets angry, the whole Bow City will tremble?

A man with a big shoulder, a round waist, and dense black hair on his chest came up to the one-eyed old blacksmith and shook his head.

It's not loud, though.

"You're new here, aren't you?" the one-eyed old blacksmith glanced at the black-haired man.

Bow City is the front line of Dongshun Kingdom's anti-demon resistance, and there is a need for all kinds of practitioners with special skills, and it is not uncommon for one or two new faces to appear.

"It's not evil!" Before the one-eyed old blacksmith could speak, another blacksmith had already come over, but he asked the black-haired man, "Do you know what the sin clan is?"

The black-haired man nodded, "Isn't it just those ethnic groups who have committed a crime and have been sent here to fight demons and serve as cannon fodder? Could it be that this kid is also a child of the criminal clan?" Speaking of this, the black-haired man casually glanced at the iron-striking boy over there, although he was asking, but that look was already very affirmative.

"Don't talk about those. It seemed that there was something taboo behind the word "sin clan", and this topic was quickly interrupted by the one-eyed old blacksmith, "His name is Yang Peng, he is a son of the Yang clan in the city, and he is also an orphan. ”

"Daddy and mom are dead?" the black-haired man glanced at the iron-striking boy again, but he was not surprised. The Sin Clan is cannon fodder, and it is not uncommon for the Sin Clan to leave a few orphans.

"What the hell...... It's lost in those 100,000 mountains, maybe it's not dead. The one-eyed old blacksmith muttered, and then glanced at the black-haired man with a warning look, "Don't think that you want to bully him because he is an orphan!"

The black-haired man hadn't spoken yet, but the blacksmith who was drinking water just now was grinning: "He bullied Yang Peng?

"He's awesome?" the black-haired man was a little angry.

Trolling Bow City is a border city, and it is natural that those who dare to come here to mix are not good stubble!

"Tell him about it. The one-eyed old blacksmith said with disdain on his face, and with a wave of his hand, he said to the blacksmith who had interjected.

The blacksmith who interjected immediately came to his senses, coughed, cleared his throat, and seemed to be telling some legendary story: "This Yang Peng was born only a few months ago, and his father died on the battlefield of anti-demon resistance; when he was five years old, his mother accompanied a princess of Dongshun Kingdom into the 100,000 mountains, and there was no news as soon as he went; when he was eight years old, he entered our workshop, moved iron ingots, transported ore, and followed us to learn to strike iron......"

"Cut, what's this?" the black-haired man shook his head, his face also disdainful.

"Don't be unconvinced. The one-eyed old blacksmith glanced at the black-haired man, and then motioned for the blacksmith to continue.

"At the age of ten, Yang Peng became the head of this young man's calamity in Bow City with a pair of iron fists, known as 'Yang Calamity'! He has been on the battlefield of anti-demon resistance, and has slashed more than a dozen big demons with a knife; when he was twelve years old, he ran alone to the 100,000 mountains to find his missing mother, and as a result, he strayed into the ethereal ancient road......

"Ethereal Ancient Path?"

Hearing this, the black-haired man was finally shocked: "Is it the mysterious and weird ancient Jedi in the legend, which has been handed down since the time of the flood famine?

The blacksmith nodded, "Awesome, isn't it?"

Then his face was full of pride, as if he had entered the ancient Jedi: "The people of Bow Drag City thought that he had died in that ancient path, and even the scourge of the city planned to choose a new leader." But who would have thought that a year later, this kid would come back without missing a single part, and he came back with a little girl. You say it's not evil!"

"It's a bit evil!" the black-haired man finally nodded admiringly, "The mere fact that you can survive the Ethereal Ancient Road is enough to make people tremble when you hear it." But the black-haired man was still puzzled, "Then how can anyone dare to shout at him?"

"Is that kid ......?"

The one-eyed old blacksmith looked at the young man who danced the hammer again, pursed his lips, and his face was full of disdain, and he was about to introduce him again, but a voice sounded—

"It's you!"

Yang Peng didn't speak, but the young man with the scar who followed him sneered, "Xiao Ding, I heard that you are already in the Soul Infuse Realm!

"This Xiao Ding is the son of the big clan in the city, the Xiao family. The one-eyed old blacksmith continued to introduce to the black-haired man, "I said that he came here to strike iron today, it turned out that he had successfully injected his soul and was specially looking for trouble. ”

"Do you have a grudge?"

"It's not just that the two of them have a grudge, the disaster is the children of the Yang clan in the city, and they don't deal with the entire Yang clan and the Xiao clan. Before Yang Peng strayed into the Ethereal Ancient Road, I don't know what the reason is, he once beat this Xiao Ding once, and he couldn't get out of bed for half a year......"

"Then it's no wonder. The black-haired man nodded, "Hey, what realm is this Yang Peng in now?"

"It should still be the Spirit Condensing Realm, right? But the spirit refining in his body is...... Alas!" The one-eyed old blacksmith shook his head gloomily when he said this, and he stopped talking, but in the end his face was full of confidence: "However, although it is one realm lower than this Xiao Ding, this Xiao Ding is still given for nothing!"

"That's right. ”

At this time, Xiao Ding stopped dancing the sledgehammer, "The master is here to find him today...... but before he finished speaking, his face changed, "Good boy!"

And he saw that the form of the scourge moved!

At this time, Yang Peng's left and right feet kicked forward one after another, and a series of strange steps were continuously taken under his feet. As he stepped out, his figure was also raised, an inch above the ground, and a misty light suddenly emitted from his body, rushing towards him like a gray line......