Life in Luohe Village is plain and uneventful.

Since he learned the identity of Ran Sujuan's cultivator, Liu Laohan said that he would not let her help with farming, but instructed Tie Dan to send all the food and drink directly to her "new home", which was known as Tie Dan's "apprenticeship".

Unable to resist the old man's enthusiasm, Ran Sujuan finally accepted the gift, and at the same time, she also took on the responsibility of teaching Tie Dan to cultivate.

To her surprise, Tie Dan, an ignorant child born in a remote village, actually had an excellent cultivation talent.

Due to the restrictions of the Holy Land's gate rules, she didn't dare to teach the cheats that were too high-grade, so she just chose a gold-grade exercise to teach Tie Dan.

As everyone knows, in this world, how many big forces will fight for a gold-grade exercise, and you will die or die.

And the performance of her "big disciple" also greatly exceeded expectations, and it only took less than two days to cultivate her sense of qi.

Every time she taught, she could get good feedback, and Ran Sujuan's mentality gradually changed and she began to teach seriously.

Although Tie Dan was reluctant to call her "master", but just called "sister, sister", in Ran Sujuan's heart, this actual apprentice still brought her great safety, and gave her the originally dead heart a little sustenance.

Every morning after eating, Ran Sujuan would spend two hours teaching Tie Dan to practice the spiritual skills, and in the afternoon, she would take her clothes to the river to wash, such a regular life, one time is seven days.

After lunch that day, she came to the river with the barrel as usual, and was about to take out her clothes, when her eyes were suddenly attracted by the strange scene in the river.

I saw a black figure floating on the water surface of the lower reaches of the Luo River not far away, actually swimming upstream, drifting towards the east.

The black shadow remained motionless, looking from afar, not knowing whether it was life or death.

Drowning?

Ran Sujuan was the first to think of such a thought.

Although the movement trajectory of the black shadow was contrary to common sense, Ran Sujuan still did not hesitate, the lotus foot touched the ground, the figure quickly swept across the water, and with a light grasp of the bare hand, the black "floating corpse" was lifted up, and it fell lightly to the other side of the river by inertia.

She flipped the "floating corpse" over and made it lie flat on its back facing the sky, and what caught her eye was a pale face without a trace of blood, her eyes were closed, and her pretty upright facial features showed a fierce and stubborn color.

Not dead?

Reaching out to probe the snort of the man in black, and leaning down to listen to him for a moment, Ran Sujuan's face suddenly showed a hint of joy.

The man in black was as angry as a gossamer, but his heart was still beating from time to time, tenaciously showing the existence of signs of life.

"Did you fall into the river too?" staring at the bloodless cheeks of the man in black, Ran Sujuan suddenly felt a sense of sympathy in her heart, and muttered to herself, "Was it pushed into the water by someone, or did you voluntarily jump into the river?"

The man in black was still upright, ignoring her self-talk.

"Looking at your face, you shouldn't be a weak person, you won't jump into the river to commit suicide, most likely because of people. Ran Sujuan didn't care about him, and said softly, "It's not as cowardly as me, in order to escape reality, I even have to give up my life......"

"That's it, they're all poor people, meeting is fate, since I met it, then I'll save you!"

After feeling sorry for herself like this for a while, she suddenly came back to her senses, carefully lifted the slender body of the man in black, moved her jade feet, and rushed towards her residence.

The sky over the valley, which had been silent, was suddenly cloudy, and lightning and thunder roared.

In the dark clouds, there was a faint earth-shattering roar, like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, and as if the sky was roaring, vowing to prevent some kind of forbidden existence from descending on the world.

It's finally done!

In the valley below the vision, Zhong Wen had tears of excitement in his eyes, and he swung the sledgehammer in his hand fiercely, striking the sword in front of him for the last time, making a loud "poof" sound.

I thought that I had thoroughly understood the refining skills of the ancient forging faction "Thunder Sound Valley", and used the Longyan iron in the pit to refine weapons, and he would definitely be able to catch it, but the cruel reality taught him a hard lesson.

The sturdiness of Longyan Iron was far beyond Zhong Wen's imagination, Rao was using the high-grade spirit pattern plate bought by the imperial capital, and drew the top-grade weapon fire spirit pattern, plus the forging tools scavenged from the Thunder Sound Valley, just to soften the ore a little, it took a full three days and three nights.

And in order to turn a whole piece of Longyan iron into a sword, he worked sleeplessly for seven days and seven nights, with a pair of thick dark circles under his eyes, which made Ning Jie feel distressed.

In the process of tossing Longyan Iron, he finally understood what kind of existence this ore really was.

The earth dragon is a creature that is extremely resistant to spiritual power, but the food it eats in its stomach contains more or less spiritual power, so these spiritual powers will be squeezed in the body of the earth dragon, squeezed and squeezed, mixed and condensed with a small amount of other elements, and finally turned into dragon rock iron and excreted from the body.

In other words, the "feces" expelled by Earth Dragons, a creature that hates spiritual power extremely much, are actually solid spiritual power that has been compressed to the extreme.

Putting down the forging hammer, Zhong Wen raised the long sword in his right hand and pointed straight at the sky, his posture was extremely coquettish.

"Boom!"

At the moment when he raised his sword, a thunderbolt almost a foot wide fell from the sky and struck the blade of the sword, and the thunder and lightning entered Zhong Wen's body along the long sword, and the feeling of crispiness and numbness instantly spread throughout his body.

Zhong Wen gritted his teeth, his body was full of purple energy, silver light was shining, and several exercises were urged to the extreme, trying to resist the invasion of thunder and lightning in the air.

"Boom!"

Seeing that the first thunder failed to make a contribution, the clouds above were not reconciled, but after a few breaths, the second divine thunder fell.

The thunder and lightning from the heavens seemed to contain some kind of mystical artistic conception, which could penetrate the powerful defensive power of the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" and directly attack Zhong Wen's body, and was electrocuted again, Zhong Wen snorted, his teeth gritted and "gurgle", his face couldn't help but turn a little pale, but his expression was still firm, and he did not show the slightest intention of retreating.

The third course, the fourth course...... The seventh way!

By the time the seventh thunderbolt fell, Zhong Wen was already scorched black, with smoke all over his body, a trace of blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his body had long been tattered, like a beggar, only those bright eyes, but they were still blazing, without the slightest intention of compromise.

When refining the "Life Creation Pill", he had experienced the vision of heaven and earth with seven waves of thunder, and for the sword in his hand, which was made of Longyan iron, the seventh thunder was obviously still in his expectations.

However, after the seventh thunderbolt, the dark clouds in the sky did not disperse, and there were still roars in between, as if some kind of killing move was brewing.

"Boom!"

When the eighth thunderbolt fell from the sky, Zhong Wen's face finally changed.

This thunderbolt was unexpectedly thick, and before it hit the sword body, Zhong Wen felt that a terrifying coercion that destroyed the world fell on his head, and for a short moment, he almost lost his mind and gave up resistance.

This little worm has some doorways!

Feeling the infinite power contained in the eighth thunder, the earth dragon lying on the side couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

When Zhong Wen talked about the strategy of "using the way of and giving back the body", it was disdainful in his heart.

However, the sight in front of him overturned its stereotype of Zhong Wen.

At this moment, it faintly felt that if the little insect in front of it could withstand this thunder, it might really be able to solve the pain and suffering that had plagued it for half a century.

"Ahh

Zhong Wen's eyes widened, he screamed violently, and the spiritual power in his body instantly operated to the extreme, and with the long sword in his hand, he stabbed straight at the thunder that was slashed from the sky.

"Boom!"

The two forces collided violently, Zhong Wen's slender figure was instantly engulfed by thunder, and the dazzling bright light spread out in all directions, piercing Ning Jie's eyes painfully and unable to see.

The surging air waves swept in all directions, blowing sand and dust in the valley, mud and rocks splashed, and two thin dead trees were uprooted and flew into the distance.

"Zhong Wen!"

The terrifying aura of the eighth thunder shocked her, and she couldn't help but call out worriedly.

I don't know how long it took for the bright light and smoke to gradually dissipate, revealing the white figure.

Zhong Wen's body stood proudly, and the long sword in his hand was still raised above his head, as if he was yelling to the sky, "Give me strength."

The vision in the air finally stopped thundering, and the dense clouds seemed to exhaust their mental strength, and they scattered quite reluctantly, and after a while, a clear blue sky was restored above the valley.

Seeing that the threat had passed, Ning Jie no longer hesitated, her figure flashed, and she appeared beside Zhong Wen at a speed that was better than thunder, her slender jade hand was on Zhong Wen's shoulder, and she asked with concern, "Are you okay?"

However, this touch was like the last straw that crushed Zhong Wen.

The boy's stiff body could no longer support it, and he fell straight backwards, falling to the ground with a "bang", stirring up a cloud of dust.

......

By the time Zhong Wen woke up again, it was already an hour later.

Relieved softly to the frightened Ning Jie, he couldn't help but take a closer look at his newly refined sword.

The sword is four feet long and three inches wide, and the blade is blue-gray, and the surface faintly reveals mysterious and strange lines.

Zhong Wen was very sure that these lines did not exist until he experienced the thunderous baptism of the vision of heaven and earth.

He waved the long sword twice, and he only felt a sense of spiritual connection coming from the sword, and it was like a finger in his arm, swinging freely, as if this weapon could identify his own master.

"Good sword, good sword!"

He sighed with admiration in his mouth, and he was very rational that he did not use the Heavenly Sword to test the power of the new sword, and his heart was like a mirror, knowing that this divine sword refined by Longyan Paste would definitely be far superior to the Heavenly Sword with 10,000-year-old black iron as the main material.

"The sword that has been refined so hard must have a name, right?" Ning Jie suddenly asked.

"What's the name......" Zhong Wen pondered for a moment, and suddenly had the idea of spoofing in his heart, and said with a wicked smile, "After this sword was born, the first trick I used it was 'Thousand Killing Kills', so I might as well call it 'Thousand Killing Sword'." ”

"Thousand Kills, Thousand Kills Sword?" Ning Jie's fair face showed a blank look, feeling that the name of the sword was a little strange, but he couldn't tell what was strange for a while.

"Is this the tool you are going to use to heal me?" came the deep voice of the earth dragon.

"Yes, Brother Dragon. Zhong Wen waved the Thousand Killing Sword in his hand, with a smug look on his face, "The tools are ready, from now on, the pain will be far away from you." ”

"Oh, don't talk too much. There was a faint flash of expectation in the eyes of the earth dragon, but he deliberately hit Zhong Wendao in his mouth, "I have been lenient with you for too long, if I can't succeed this time, I don't have the patience to wait any longer." ”

"Brother Long, please rest assured!" Zhong Wen held the Thousand Killing Sword and slowly paced behind the Earth Dragon, "This time there will definitely be no failure." ”

The earth dragon stopped talking, just lying quietly in place, not moving.

"In this situation, I can't help but want to recite a poem. Looking at the piece of Longyan Iron in front of him that completely blocked the back door of the dragon, Zhong Wen touched the scene, and suddenly smiled and said, "The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of the country, and she still sings ** flowers across the river!"

As soon as the words fell, he raised the Thousand Killing Sword and stabbed at the Jumen of the Earth Dragon.