"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

The sonorous and sharp percussion sound carried a shocking sense of rhythm, Chu Ci held the Xuantie heavy hammer in his right hand, and smashed it again and again, the crisp and pleasant sound rhythm was extremely smooth, and the hammer shadow in the air almost overlapped together Every movement, the amplitude of each time, was exactly the same, but there seemed to be some differences.

The left hand holds the blank with his bare hands, and after more than a year of hard practice, the fingers are full of fine calluses, and the five fingers are empty to pinch the embryo heart, and the palm is floating in the air, accompanied by the hammer forging and shrinking, and the angle is adjusted imperceptibly.

Zong Lian approached the sword pool, and the heat wave that came to his face made Zong Lian, who was getting weaker and weaker, a little suffocated and uncomfortable.

After staying in the sword casting platform for decades, you still feel uncomfortable? Zong Lian laughed at himself, and immediately looked at Chu Ci's back to comfort and caress his beard, Zong Lian knew that his fate would not be long in coming, and his attitude towards him was extremely harsh, hoping that he could learn his sword casting skills in the shortest possible time, so that in the future, all these things would be passed on, Chu Ci's qualifications were excellent, and he lived up to his expectations, less than a year, he had initially mastered the art of refining seventy percent of Zong Lian, and now he was officially involved in the category of the king of weapons and the art of sword casting.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ~~~~~ "Chu Ci finished the last two hammers, put down the Xuantie heavy hammer, and put the red-hot sword embryo into the sword pool, and suddenly a rich high-temperature water vapor appeared, if it wasn't for the spiritual power to protect the body, the eggs would be cooked in one second, and the human flesh would be fifteen seconds.

The body of the sword is covered with dark green ripples, as if it paints the vast waves of the sea, and the blade is not a conventional straight line, but also corrugated, and the blade is shiny.

Chu Ci casually took a piece of mortal iron, pinched it with his bare hands, and pressed it on the sword branch to act as a temporary hilt. Close your eyes and probe the characteristics of this sword.

"Water melts, moistens the heart." Zong Lian waited until Chu Ci finished casting before he spoke. Speculate from your own experience.

Chu Ci opened his eyes. His face was full of surprise and admiration, the characteristics of this sword were indeed exactly the same as what Zong Lian said, the water spell weakened Yicheng's attack, and at the same time, it could slowly recover its physical strength.

"Master, you're still amazing."

Zong Lian bowed his head slightly without modesty, and said, "This is not a boast of being a teacher!" He has been forging swords for the teacher for decades, and he has created thousands of magic weapons, since he forged two peerless magic weapons for the teacher ten years ago. It is also a great improvement in skills, and the heart has an understanding. Don't say that the Qionghua faction is the upper and poorest and the eight desolates, down to the nine shadows and the underworld, and there are at most only a few people in the Six Realms who are confident that they can be comparable to Shigong! ”

After bragging, Zong Lian got down to business: "Yuan Ying, I came here for the teacher this time, and I have something for you to do." ”

"Please ask the master to command." Chu Ci put his sword aside and roughly cleaned up the countertop.

"You've been here for a year. The art of refining is almost studied, and the heart method of this door has not been put down. The sword tricks and spells are even more advanced than the disciples of the same generation, and they have raised the face of the teacher. ”

"It's all taught by the master." The sedan chair carried people, and Chu Ci hurriedly thanked the teacher.

"Now that you have also reached the realm of transforming qi and condensing the sword, and your skills have reached the Jindan stage, it's time to go to Tianyun City to ask for a spiritual sword, there is a letter here for the teacher, and when you arrive in Tianyun City, give it to your friend Qinghe Zhenren, and you will be asked to go to the sword mound to find fate." Zong Lian took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Ci.

"Disciple understands." Chu Ci nodded and put the letter away.

"Master, the disciple is gone, please take care of the master." Chu Ci looked at the wrinkles that became clearer and clearer at the corners of Zong Lian's eyes, his heart was sour, he rubbed his eyes with the action of wiping sweat, said goodbye stiffly, lifted the coat that was placed on one side, and left the Chengtian Sword Platform.

"This child" Zong Lian's eyes were also full of reluctance, reluctant to give up this child who was not good at expressing emotions, reluctant to give up Qionghua's countless energetic disciples, and even more reluctant to give up this Qionghua who had given birth to him and raised him for decades.

"Destiny is determined, and it goes against the grain."

……

Chu Ci greeted the familiar Qionghua disciples, returned to his room in Jianwuping, and took a good bath with a few balls of clear water, washing away the smell of fireworks and sweat.

The body of the eleven year old is comparable to that of a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with a face like a crown of jade, bright eyes, handsome, slender and robust body full of tight and powerful muscles like an assembly line because of a year of hammer training, like a leopard full of amazing oppression.

Qionghua blue and white two-color uniform wrapped, the sense of oppression disappeared suddenly, a bunch of scarves, a polite and polite person, a young man with red lips and white teeth, a brand new sword box built by rock and iron on his back, and like a young and promising young sword fairy.

As soon as he went out, he immediately attracted the attention of many Qionghua disciples.

Having said that, the quality of the female disciples of the Qionghua faction is really good, maybe the practice really helps beauty, none of them are below 90 points, they are cold and refined, pretty and lively, gentle and virtuous, pure and flawless, even the head of Su Yao, erasing the coldness between the eyebrows, is also a stunning beauty in the double decade.

Surrounded by many beautiful girls in Qionghua, the morale of the male disciples is undoubtedly very high, plus Qionghua can't help but get married, and there are people everywhere who fall in love and envy single dogs.

Chu Ci's image is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the pyramid among many male disciples, coupled with his young age, he naturally attracts the love of many caring big sisters.

"Yuan Ying, are you going out?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Xuwei, on the orders of the master, go down the mountain." Chu Ci smiled gently, which caused many beautiful girls to scream.

"Where are you going? Are there any dangers? Do you want me to come with you? "Senior Sister Xuwei is the third senior sister of the virtual character generation, her eyebrows are soft and moving, her temperament is gentle and kind, she likes to take care of her juniors the most, compared to the senior sister and the second senior sister, she has a higher prestige among the back disciples, and is favored by many elders, many elders say that she is very similar to Su Yao in her girlhood.

Chu Ci smiled and declined: "Senior Sister Xuwei is polite, I just went to Tianyun City to ask for the sword edge, and there is no danger." ”

Senior Sister Xuwei was slightly disappointed and said with a smile: "That Yuanying is careful all the way. ”

Chu Ci deliberately ignored the loneliness in Senior Sister Xuwei's eyes, nodded in thanks, turned around and left, what kind of joke of the century, he is here to cultivate immortals, not to fall in love, Senior Sister Xuwei's intentions He naturally understands, monks, can live for hundreds of years, and the difference between Taoist couples is not a problem at all, but Chu Ci did not plan to marry a Taoist couple in the Qionghua faction.

It's just that when he thought that nine years later, all these senior sisters who cared about him would be buried in the Qionghua faction, Chu Ci felt heartbroken, these people are all sisters, and they are all delicate and lovely girls, if it is an illiterate savage like Yun Tianhe who died, it would be better.

As soon as he walked out of the mountain gate, Chu Ci stepped on the purple smoke of the flying sword, turned into a streamer, and headed towards the sky.

(To be continued.) )