If it weren't for the blade being pulled out, who would have thought that the rusty iron rod would be a sword hilt?

"So heavy!" Zhang Mochen, who had the strength of 10,000 catties, his face was flushed red at the moment, and his ten clenched fingers gradually loosened without obeying the call.

"Bell!" the hilt of the sword slammed to the ground.

Zhang Mochen and Zamao sat on the ground, looking at each other with astonishment. However, after this consternation, there was an unconcealed ecstasy.

The heavy sword is two meters long and half a meter wide, not only the hilt is rusty, but the sword body is also frustrated. Zhang Mochen looked at it for a long time and didn't find the peculiarity of the heavy sword, and he was immediately disappointed.

"Damn, it took a long time to pull out such a broken thing?" Zhang Mochen scolded, and at the same time scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestor of the swordsmith in his heart.

"Boss, if this thing can appear here, it shouldn't be a pile of scrap metal, you can take a look. Shaggy reminded.

What Miscellaneous Fur said makes sense, who would have nothing to do with so much iron to build a waste sword? Either the idle egg hurts, or the head is kicked by a donkey. Zhang Mochen suppressed the nest fire and took two deep breaths to calm down.

"I remember my father saying that the better the blade, the more unpretentious it looks. Some heavenly soldiers even gave birth to their own spiritual wisdom, calling for wind and rain, and opening up the world. Could it be that this is a heavenly soldier?" After a moment, Zhang Mochen said slowly with a frown.

Taking out his teeth from his waist and shaking them upside down, Zhang Mochen pushed the strength of the junior master to the extreme, and after a loud shout, he slammed it against the blade.

"Bell!"

With a loud bang, his teeth were suddenly broken, and Zhang Mochen looked at his trembling hands that were shocked, and was completely shocked.

The steel pig beast's giant teeth were extremely hard, and Zhang Mochen used his immovable body to carry the power of ten thousand catties, even so, not even a single white mark appeared on the blade of the sword.

"Boss, don't waste your efforts, it's harder than the rock wall here, how can the teeth of the steel pig beast hit it. Looking at the gap in the rock wall, Zamao said.

Zhang Mochen nodded, just by virtue of this hardness, the heavy sword is absolutely extraordinary, but it can't just resist hits, even if it is used as a shield defense, it can't be held.

Zhang Mochen was anxious, the treasure was in front of him, but he didn't know how to open it, the dog bit the hedgehog, and there was nowhere to get his teeth.

After a long time, Zhang Mochen still found nothing, and he was so angry that he smashed it down, but the heavy sword still didn't reflect at all, and his hand was smashed instead.

Looking at Zhang Mochen, who was helpless and angry, Zamao sighed lightly and walked over, but he wanted to comfort it, but he exclaimed.

"Boss, boss, look!"

Zhang Mochen suddenly came to his senses, and immediately looked down, only to see a drop of blood slipping from his hand, and finally hitting the frustrated blade.

Blood droplets soaked into the heavy sword, like snowflakes melting, stirring up a little cold light, the cold light continued to spread, like ripples in water, when Zhang Mochen woke up from the shock, the rust had faded, and a giant sword reflecting the cold light appeared in his field of vision.

"The heavy sword has no edge, it is not skillful, it accompanies me for half my life, I am proud of the sky, it falls today, and I return to heaven and earth, bury the sword with my hand, I have a fate, hahaha......"

Listening to the vigorous and ethereal voice in the space, Zhang Mochen frowned, and after a while, he knelt on his knees and bowed three times towards the east.

The voice disappeared, and the heavy sword hummed, whether it was a reluctant goodbye or the joy of rebirth, Zhang Mochen didn't know, but he knew that his divine sense had established a subtle relationship with this heavy sword.

"Congratulations, Boss. Miscellaneous said excitedly.

Smiling at the miscellaneous hair, Zhang Mochen couldn't hide his excitement, leaned over and squatted, his palm gently brushing the blade of the sword, like a mother caressing her child, extremely gentle.

"I'll call you 'Wufeng' in the future!"

The epee hummed again, sounding like the name.

"It's really spiritual!"

Zhang Mochen was so excited, even if he wanted to break his head, he wouldn't think about everything that was happening right now.

However, when he tried to lift the sword again, the excitement quickly turned into helplessness, because he still couldn't hold it. "My strength is still too weak. ”

Zhang Mochen pursed his lips and laughed at himself. Although it is a heartfelt word, if others hear it, they will definitely scold him for hypocrisy. A person with the strength of 10,000 catties says that his strength is too weak, isn't it naked hypocrisy?

"Boss, you need to increase your strength as soon as possible. Miscellaneous Mao smiled and said.

Zhang Mochen nodded, and sent out a thought to the heavy sword, and after the latter hummed a few times, it flew into the Qiankun bag with a swish.

"Wufeng, first grievances, and then change to high-end goods. patted the Qiankun bag, Zhang Mochen said embarrassedly.

After the excitement calmed down, a touch of embarrassment emerged, Zhang Mochen frowned slightly, thinking about ways to increase his strength, but he had no solution.

Although the immovable underworld can bring great power, it is only a technical effect after all, and that power does not belong to the physical body. It can add to the scene, but it can't change the fundamentals. Besides, with Zhang Mochen's current strength as a beginner-level Yuan Master, he was not able to cultivate the second-layer bronze body.

"Boss, can't you find a way to increase your strength?" Seeing that Zhang Mochen was in trouble, Zamao asked.

"Well, the previous physical refining was all helped by the master, and I had no way at all. The corners of his mouth raised a trace of helplessness, Zhang Mochen shook his head and replied.

"Hey, boss, why are you suddenly stupid. Miscellaneous laughed.

"You're smart, you're smart, you're smart, you want to find a way to get out. Glaring at the miscellaneous hair, Zhang Mochen replied angrily.

"Of course I have a way. Miscellaneous said proudly.

Zhang Mochen immediately came to his senses, "What way?"

"Don't say it!" Seeing Zhang Mochen's anxious appearance, the miscellaneous hair shook off and left.

"This stupid tiger!" Zhang Mochen scolded secretly in his heart, but his eyes rolled slightly, "Don't say yes, okay, I'll change you to an ugly name." ”

"Boss, don't!" Zamao immediately ran to Zhang Mochen's side, with a pleading look.

A wicked smile rose at the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Mochen pretended to be serious, "Then do you want to talk about it?"

"I said, I said. The fur softened as he looked towards the waterfall.

"Oops, I didn't think of that. Isn't this waterfall a good thing to temper strength?haha!" Zhang Mochen was overjoyed, and he slapped the head of the miscellaneous hair excitedly.

"Boss, I told you that you still beat me?" said Zamao suddenly aggrievedly.

"Oops, excited, excited, sorry. Zhang Mochen smiled, and then rubbed his head vigorously with the miscellaneous hairs.

A month passed in the blink of an eye, and the screams of one man and one tiger also lasted for a month. Now Zhang Mochen's skin is blue and his face is swollen, as if he has been beaten violently, and the miscellaneous hair looks like there is no external injury, and he must have rough skin and thick hair.

However, since it is paid, it will naturally be rewarded.

Zhang Mochen, who couldn't stand on his feet a month ago, has now been able to hold on to the periphery of the waterfall for an hour, and he is very satisfied with this. However, there is no harm if there is no comparison, and the miscellaneous hair, who has not received any quenching training before, can actually last for two hours, which makes him feel the urge to stew the miscellaneous hair every minute.

"Bang!" After gritting his teeth desperately for an hour, one of Zhang Mochen's knees hit the ground again. Embarrassed to escape from the waterfall, he sat on the ground, gasping for air.

After a while, Zhang Mochen spread out his hands and slowly grabbed them, only then did he smile with relief, now he has ten thousand catties of strength even if he only uses physical strength.

During the quenching period, Zhang Mochen also found that his previous comprehension of the immovable underworld was wrong, and the increase in the strength of each layer was not a fixed 10,000, 100,000, or million, but a tenfold increase on the basis of the strength of the physical body.

Zhang Mochen's current physical strength is 10,000 jin force, so after using his fine iron body, the strength he has directly reached 100,000 jin force. What is the concept of 100,000 jin force? Even if he encounters a high-level Yuan Master, he can fight with his strength alone. Coupled with lightning attacks and three-finger exercises, under the general, he is confident that he is invincible.

Zhang Mochen slowly got up and stared in the direction of Longbo City, his slightly tired eyes becoming sharper.

shouted at the miscellaneous hairs who were still holding on to the waterfall, Zhang Mochen's eyes sank, and he jumped towards the opposite bank.

"Longbo City, I'm here, master!"