"Bell, bell, bell...."

At the end of a street in Shengyang City, which is not prosperous, or even deserted, there is an extremely simple blacksmith shop, from which there is a crisp sound of iron.

The rooster is rising, the shops on both sides of the street are open for business, and some vendors without shops have begun to prepare for their stalls early, but in just one hour, the cries of selling have already come and gone, showing the prosperity of Shengyang City.

The iron was struck by a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy, I saw that he was naked, and the muscles were bulging like coils, showing extraordinary strength, and every time he swung a hammer of hundreds of pounds, he would exhale turbidity, secretly snort, and then took a deep breath and smashed on a red-hot embryo held by the iron tongs in his left hand, making a crisp sound of metal striking.

At the same time, his lips were still slightly opening and closing, as if he was silently counting the number of hammers, watching the embryo turn cold, and finally gradually take shape, but even so, Chen Yi's originally energetic expression suddenly became lost, and with a flick of the iron tongs in his left hand, he put the embryo into the quenching pool on the side.

Sneer...

The refining pool suddenly boiled, bursts of white mist rolled out, Chen Yi took a deep breath, put hundreds of catties of iron hammers on the table, and muttered to himself: "A thousand hammers are one refinement, and now it has only reached the point of eighty refinements, I don't know when it will be able to break through the thousands of tempers." ”

"Stinky boy, are you still not satisfied? You must know that you have now reached the point of eighty refining and have completely surpassed the top-grade Jinggang sword worth thousands of gold coins, and the hundred refining tools are worth tens of thousands of gold coins, if you can create it, then the refining masters of the whole world will not be killed in one fell swoop?"

Behind Chen Yi, a middle-aged man with a bearded beard like a beggar lay on an old chair that was almost in tatters, and every time it shook, the chair would make a 'creaking' sound, which was incompatible with the man's age.

Looking back, he saw the moisturizing man who was drinking a small gourd wine in his hand, so he was angry and said: "Drunkard, don't say a little cool words, help me break through the point of thousands of tempers, and your wine is indispensable!"

While speaking, Chen Yi took two steps and one step, walked quickly to the sloppy man, reached out and snatched the gourd in the man's hand, and then tilted his head and poured the wine into his mouth.

As soon as the liquor was in his mouth, a hot breath rose from his lower abdomen, and Chen Yi suddenly felt a little impatient in his heart.

"The second pot head of Lao Beijie is cool, and I will buy some another day. He wiped his mouth unsatisfied, but Chen Yi drank all the remaining liquor in the gourd.

"Why don't you go soon, the wine is gone, and you still want to teach you?" The ruined man got up from his chair and snatched the empty gourd from Chen Yi's hand, complaining in his mouth.

"Don't be in such a hurry, I still want to try again, okay, I'll give you as much as you want. Glancing at the ruined man, Chen Yi turned around again and walked to the blacksmith again, and casually put the half-finished product that had just failed again into the furnace for re-calcining.

The sloppy man who was still distressed that his wine had been drunk by Chen Yi looked at the young man's weak back, couldn't help but squint, and muttered: "Sixteen years, from the age of six, ten years like a day of iron, from picking up the hammer to now being able to do a thousand hammers and eighty tempers, although it is still very different from that little girl, but he will never be ordinary, right?"

Chen Yi's figure, which had his back to the man, was stunned for a moment, and then silently threw the defective product into the furnace, and said while preparing for the fire: "She is noble, but I will definitely go to find her." That Sage is strong, but one day I will return to him the humiliation he gave me, definitely"

Although he said calmly, Chen Yi's fists were already crackling, and the calluses on his palms were tangled together because of his strength, bringing bursts of heart-piercing pain.

Ten years ago, when the six-year-old Chen Yi was testing his cultivation talent, none of the thirty-six pillars of light of the spirit stone were not lit, which was considered to be a rare waste material for the Chen family in a hundred years, and it was also in that year that she had a sister who was the same age as him, and she didn't know where she was parachuted in.

Chen Yi's sister took care of him for the next seven years, without any despise or despise Chen Yi.

Even if she endured the white eyes of others, her attitude towards Chen Yi did not change in the slightest, and she still watched Chen Yi play iron refining day after day, year after year, and at the same time, Chen Yi felt the warmth of the world, and was not filled with resentment.

Until three years ago, a group of young strong men who didn't know where to come from broke in, breaking the tranquility, they forcibly took Chen Yi's sister away from him, Chen Yi resisted but was seriously injured and dying by a finger beating, if it wasn't for this sloppy man to shock and save himself, I'm afraid Chen Yi would have already returned to the west.

Since then, Chen Yi has been working day and night in this not prosperous blacksmith shop as if he had changed as a different person, because the sloppy man promised him that he would teach him the method of cultivation when he could forge a hundred refining tools.

It's just that this time is three years.

The past resurfaced in his mind, remembering the disdainful eyes of those people looking at him at the beginning, and the mocking words of the young and strong men, Chenfeng felt his blood surging and angry.

And the inability to cultivate is the biggest obstacle on his path to revenge, and this man is also his last hope.

The sloppy man can be regarded as well-informed, and he naturally understands Chen Yi's unwillingness and anger, only to see him smile, glanced at Chen Yi meaningfully, and said, "Actually, without me, you can cultivate when the time comes, isn't it?"

Hearing this, Chen Yi was horrified in his heart, and the hand that controlled the fire of the furnace paused slightly, almost falling short, only to see him turn his head to look at the sloppy man with a mysterious face, and said, "Drunkard, what do you mean by this? Why can't I understand?"

However, before he spoke, Chen Yi had already adjusted and melted the remnant into molten iron, and then flowed into the mold.

"Hehe, you know what I say, but you don't have to worry, if I want to take it ten years ago, I can do it, but if it really comes to that day, I hope you can remember what I have taught you in the past ten years, and control your murderous thoughts and anger. The ruined man sat back in the tattered old chair and said lazily.

Seeing that the sloppy man already knew his secret, Chenfeng used iron tongs to pick up the red knife embryo formed in the mold with his left hand, and skillfully beat the heavy hammer with his right hand, and said calmly: "I know, in order to annihilate the anger and murderous energy in my heart, this is probably the reason why you haven't taught me to refine a hundred refining tools faster and step into the path of cultivation for ten years!"

Even if this man has honed himself for ten years and let himself be subjected to cold eyes and ridicule for ten years, Chen Yi did not blame him in the slightest, but the forging hammer in his hand was a little faster because of the change in mentality caused by the secret exposure, and he only heard seven or eight bells in a row, and the moment he raised his hand was four uninterrupted, which was obviously something that Chen Yi couldn't do before.

At this time, Chen Yi, who was in a state of anger and mentality, naturally didn't notice this, but the sloppy man who seemed to be lazy lying on the chair had a gleam in his eyes.

"Hehe, but I have one more word for you on this path of cultivation."

"What" Chen Yi was a little puzzled.

"If the heart does not die, it will not die. ”

"If the heart does not die, it will not die!

Hearing this, Chen Yi was shocked, as if he had understood something, and suddenly felt that all the things suppressed in his chest burst out at once, and he could only pour out the depression of more than ten years in his heart towards the embryo below.

It was as if that embryo was the person who had been sneering at Chen Yi and the Sikong Saint who humiliated him, and he smashed it down one by one, feeling refreshed in his heart, and couldn't help but want to yell and release the dissatisfaction in his heart.

He doesn't give up, isn't his ten-year persistence the moment he is waiting for Nirvana to be reborn?

"Bell, bell..."

The continuous sound of beating was endless, and some vendors who were accustomed to hearing the sound of striking iron in the past suddenly felt that the sound of striking iron was slightly different from the past, and they couldn't help but start talking.

"This third young master of the Chen family has been striking iron every day for ten years, and I heard that half a year ago he was able to make the best steel tool that was infinitely close to the hundred refining tools. ”

"Hehe, Brother Liu doesn't know, right? Although the third young master of the Chen family can't cultivate, he will definitely be able to get rich with this skill, and now there are ordinary people who look down on him. ”

"Now the sound of striking iron is obviously urgent and fast, could it be that the third young master of the Chen family has improved his alchemy skills?"

.....

The falling hammer was like a pearl falling on a jade plate, like a sudden rain, and it had been suppressed in his heart for more than ten years, but now after it was completely released, Chen Yi noticed that the knife embryo under his hand was still red, and he could still improve.

Although he looked like Shi Lezhi just now, Chen Yi still habitually counted the number of times the knife embryo tempered in his hand, and to his surprise, it had reached the point of ninety-five refinement!

Is it about to break through today? Chen Yi, who calmed down, couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart.

Although he is usually silent and does things casually, his mind is still quite meticulous, and he noticed the abnormality after half a thought, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at the ruined man behind him, and nodded gratefully.

This ruined man pinched the right time and stimulated Chen Yi with the method of agitation, so that in this case, he had the opportunity to refine the instrument and open up the meridians.

Looking at Chen Yi's grateful look, the man seemed a little embarrassed, and said, "It's not successful yet, I'm excited about it." ”

After getting along with this blacksmith for more than ten years, only the shot of the year can make Chen Yi believe that he is an immortal powerhouse, and there is nothing else, if there is not a blacksmith shop, he is no different from an ordinary beggar in the market.

And the change in Chen Yi's expression was naturally taken into the eyes of the sloppy man, but he didn't care at all, pursed his lips, and said with a smile: "There are still five thousand hammers, if you can create a hundred refining tools, I will give you a secret cultivation method that is different from yours, how about it?"