Nangong family.

A mountain trail surrounds the crater of the active volcano.

The silent crater of the volcano has become a sword-washing pool for generations of the Nangong family.

Since the last time Nangong's family changed, Nangong Tai'a was killed by the left protector of Dayin Temple.

The thousand-year-old foundation of the Nangong family has almost been reduced to a subordinate place of the Dayin Temple.

Fortunately, among the younger generation, Nangong Hong is a very capable woman, after asking the ancestor of the Fu family for help, she finally got rid of the clutches of the Dayin Temple, although many industries were hidden, and there were heavy casualties in the clan, but finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Today's housekeeper is Nangong Yue, who sold wine to Chen Fan in the wine forest.

In addition, several people from the Nangong family who had escaped from the world returned to the clan to preside over the overall situation, and the Nangong family barely managed to keep the foundation.

Outside the sword washing pool, in the Guijian Pavilion, an old man with gray hair was holding a sword blank and looking at it carefully.

This person is the only infant monk of the Nangong family today, Nangong Wuself, because he is obsessed with the way of sword forging and does not ask about the world, but escapes the catastrophe.

"Do you want our Nangong family to forge a sword for you?"

Nangong Wuwu turned around and looked at the young man in front of him about twenty, he was too young.

is terrifyingly young, especially his cultivation, which is much more vigorous than his.

This person is Chen Fan.

He had been at Nangong's house for a few days.

After explaining the intention, Nangong Hong expressed his willingness to introduce this 'strange person' to him, as for whether it can be done, it all depends on the will of God.

"Yes, the juniors want to create a set of natal flying swords, but the time is in a hurry, and the juniors don't have so much time, so they want to use the power of the Nangong family to create a sword blank of the same standard, as for the last step of the sword, the juniors can complete it themselves. ”

As soon as Chen Fan finished speaking, Nangong Wuyi laughed wildly.

It made the entire Sword Pavilion tremble.

It was as if he had heard a big joke.

"Interesting, interesting, you kid, what do you think of forging a sword? Let me wait to make a sword blank for you? Finally, it will be completed by you? In this way, even if you know how to forge a sword, why do you need me to wait? Could it be that when you see my Nangong family suffering, you have come to play a joke?"

Nangong Wuself's white hair fluttered, and his hands patted his abdomen.

I only heard the sound of "Zheng".

A flying sword flew out of its belly, and with the sound of the dragon's roar, it turned into a sharp sword and hung in the air.

Suddenly, the remnant swords in the entire Sword Pavilion, the flying sword or the sword blank, all emitted a strange trembling sound, as if they had succumbed to that flying sword.

Chen Fan only felt that the sword light was dazzling, and he looked at it intently, on the sword body, the word "no self" was engraved, and the sword was forged like a mad dragon opening its mouth, with endless sword light inside, swallowing ten thousand swords.

"See, this is the old man's natal flying sword, the name is selfless, starting from melting gold and consuming iron, after thirty-three years, just the forging of the sword blank, it took the old man twenty-eight years, a natal flying sword, and it still costs so, not to mention the complete set of flying swords, it is the simplest son-mother sword, and it will take several years, let me ask you, how many natal flying swords do you plan to refine, and what kind of material is the core?"

Chen Fan touched his chin and said seriously: "One hundred and eight handles!"

"Gah?!"

Nangong Wuself suddenly fell from his seat.

A pair of bull's eyes stared at Chen Fan.

Nangong Hong, who originally came with her, also looked at Chen Fan with an absurd expression.

The Nangong family does have many sword slaves who forge swords.

However, in total, there are only about a hundred.

If one hundred and eight swords were cast at the same time, wouldn't it mean that the entire Nangong family would have to devote themselves to forging swords.

Leave aside manpower.

Casting one hundred and eight flying swords, in this world, who can drive it, you know, the natal flying sword, you need to use your own soul to nourish, in other words, if you want to urge, it is not simply to sacrifice one hundred and eight handles, but it takes one hundred and eight different divine thoughts to control.

"One hundred and eight?"

Nangong Wuzi's breath of selfless speech was about to stagnate.

The sword slaves and sword-casting experts of the Nangong family also looked at Chen Fan like idiots.

Chen Fan didn't explain too much, with a pinch of his fingers, a piece of glow covered the Shenhai, and thirty-six ink bamboos appeared out of thin air.

In a flash!

The entire Sword Pavilion turned into a sea of thunder.

The sound of thunderstorms filled the ears.

Nangong Wuself's hair was tied up, and a pair of widening eyes stopped turning again.

He stared at the thirty-six ink bamboos.

The whole person rushed into the thunderstorm like crazy.

After a roar of rage.

He retreated and ruined.

The whole person became charred black.

His gaze was filled with endless madness, obsession, and even excitement.

As for the other people of the Nangong family, there are many people who show greed and fanaticism!

"Forge!!Forge!Forge!!!

Nangong Wuself spread out his calloused hands and ran to Chen Fan.

His voice grew hoarse.

"I'm going to cast ...... I'm going to forge a peerless divine weapon...... One hundred and eight handles!!"

"Hahaha...... Oh, my God...... Mozhu ...... Purple gold ink bamboo ...... It's still blossoming and ripe!!"

"Aha...... Ahh......h

Nangong is crazy without me.

Two bean-sized eyes slipped out of the corners of his eyes.

He summoned his natal flying sword back and stroked it gently with his hand.

"Whew............"

He shuddered.

"The old man's most proud work in his life...... I didn't expect it to be ...... It turned out to be ......"

"Buzz!!"

The natal flying sword in his hand seemed to feel the dislike of his master...... Suddenly, the brilliance soared into the sky, and the sonorous life was cut into two from the interruption.

The sword broke.

Nangong has no self and is scattered.

Soon calmed down.

His gaze gradually cleared.

He stared at Chen Fan and said a little discouragedly: "It's a pity...... One hundred and eight handles, with the ability of the old man, what year and month can be completed......"

Chen Fan smiled mysteriously and handed over a codex.

"Senior...... Use the sword-forging method inside ......"

"Hmm, there is something more mysterious than my Nangong family's sword-forging method...... Hey...... Hiss...... This ......"

Nangong Wuji's expression is even more wonderful than changing his face.

In the end, he stood there as if he had lost his soul.

I don't know how long it took for him to come back to his senses, and his eyes were surging with essence:

"Hahaha...... Wonderful...... Wonderful...... Using the array of dragons to control the fire of the leylines, and then controlling the sword blank with the array, refining and integrating the unity, it is to cast thousands of swords, and there will not be the slightest deviation because of the feel, it is like a mold carved out of the ......"

"Boy...... Where did you come from?"

Nangong looked at Chen Fan without a huff.

"If the seniors help the juniors forge swords, I will give this casting method to the Nangong family, which is my reward. ”

"Good...... Good...... However, this casting method lacks the last key part...... "Nangong Wuwu I deserve to be an expert in this."

"After the sword is completed, the last part, I will offer it with both hands. ”

Chen Fan replied.

"Good...... I said yes...... Give the old man two hours, and the old man will choose the thirty-six sword slaves who are the most handy...... But...... The Gathering Flame Red Sun Array that controls the Earth Dragon Fire still needs a formation master to do it......"

"Leave this matter to me, just take me to the place where the leylines dissolve. ”

"Oh, I didn't expect you to even know the formation?"

Nangong Wuwu glanced at Chen Fan with some surprise, patted his buttocks, and was busy choosing a sword slave.

Chen Fan, under the leadership of Nangong Hong, entered the depths of the veins of earth and fire used by the Nangong family to forge swords in the past dynasties.

The further down you go, the higher the temperature gets.

Sweat began to appear on Nangong Hong's cheeks.

Since the Nangong family has undergone drastic changes, her whole personality has changed a lot, and she has become a lot more mature.

She wiped her sweat and said: "Although the fourth uncle has reached a sword-casting agreement with you, but Chen Fan, the agreement between you and me has to be counted separately, now that your Xuanmen is unique, our Nangong family is difficult to move an inch, don't blame me for being too realistic." ”

"Sister Hong, don't worry, the industrial company of the five sisters of Rose already has a part of your equity, and in addition, I will also give you a part of the interests of Xuanji Pavilion...... However, Sister Hong, during the sword forging period, there can be no accidents. ”

"I'm going to close the whole mountain gate. After Nangong Hong finished speaking, he frowned slightly and said: "I know, there are many people in the clan who have crooked thoughts about your sword-casting materials, I will persuade them, if you don't listen, you can act cheaply, I won't blame you." ”

"I'm relieved to have Sister Hong's words. ”

Chen Fan had already come to the depths of the leyline melt heart at this time, and the temperature was already terrifyingly high, even if Nangong Hong opened the shield, he couldn't support it.

"It's too hot here, so I won't go down with you......"

After Nangong Hong finished speaking, she hurriedly retreated, and the heat wave of the leylines had already made her reach the limit.

And Chen Fan is still at ease.

After observing for a while, he began to arrange the fire-gathering formation for sword casting.

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