I watched the two fight for a while, and they really had their own strengths. Lin Wenxiang's attack was very domineering, and the crimson tiger-striped war knife in his hand was still accompanied by bursts of scorching wind when he wielded it, if he was hit by such a lethal attack, it would really be enough to drink a pot. However, he also has an obvious shortcoming, that is, it is obvious that his current state is drunk, and although the work is quite ruthless, the moves are very simple, and the footwork under his feet also feels very floating and wooden because of the drunk.

Looking at the movie again, although the lethality is not as high as Lin Wenxiang's, because it is obvious that there is a fourth-order gap. But his moves are very flexible, and his footwork is strange. However, this is not the most important thing, Shadow's biggest advantage is the divine weapon in his hand - Shenmo Linghu. This sword, which is very good at dissolving twelve-attribute attacks, is indeed a bug.

"Little junior brother, I didn't think that your strength is not bad! It's just that you rely on the artifact that the master gave you. Lin Wenxiang said.

"Senior brother, you're embarrassed to say such things when you don't have a sword forge valley all year round!" said Shadow coldly.

"Master, I've recovered, shall we leave now?" asked Na Lanlin.

"No, I want to see who wins this battle! Even if the shadow loses, it's too late for us to leave. I said intently as I looked at the two of them.

"I see. Na Lan Lin said.

"Senior brother, do you know what your biggest weakness is?" asked Shadow.

"Tell me about it. Lin Wenxiang asked with a smile.

"Your biggest weakness is that you are too stubborn, and you never want to admit that I am actually better than you! Fight-Heaven-Break-Cloud-Slash" As soon as the voice fell, a sword stabbed down on Lin Wenxiang's head.

I also thought that Lin Wenxiang would definitely die this time, but then a strange scene happened, the war knife in Lin Wenxiang's hand flew out as if it was alive and blocked the blow of the shadow.

"Little junior brother, since you say so, then I have to use real skills. I've been studying the Weapon Bucket in the Tasteless Gate, and I want to tell you that my name as the hall master of Xia Zitang is not for nothing!" Lin Wenxiang said.

I finally know what this Lin Wenxiang can become the hall master of Xia Zitang, he actually has such a strange ability, he can actually use his mind to control the weapon attack while freeing his hands to condense water magic.

In this way, Shadow is equivalent to fighting with two people, and he has to retreat one after another when he is overwhelmed. An accidental shadow was hit by a sixth-order water attribute attack magic and flew directly upside down.

"Master, the shadow seems to be dying!" said Na Lanlin.

"By the way, that Duan Zifang, either you leave the Sword Casting Valley by yourself first, otherwise I may not be able to take care of you later. I said to Duan Zifang beside me.

"I'm not leaving. Duan Zifang spit out three words without emotion.

"Little junior brother, it looks like you lost this bet!" The crimson tiger-striped war knife returned to Lin Wenxiang's hand, he walked to Shadow's side and said and slowly raised the knife in his hand.

Seeing that the sword in his hand was about to end Shadow's life, a dark shadow appeared in front of Shadow. When I looked closer, it was a boy who looked fifteen or sixteen years old, and he was holding a short purple stick that looked like a flute. The boy waved the short stick in his hand casually, and he heard a loud noise, and then an incredible scene appeared, the war knife in Lin Wenxiang's hand flew out of the sword, and flew until it flew to the stone wall of the valley at the end and was deeply inserted into the stone wall. I looked at the boy with wide eyes......

"Have you two fought enough?" the boy asked.

"Master...... That, I'll ......" Lin Wenxiang didn't know what to say.

The boy is Lin Wenxiang's master, that is...... In an instant, my view of the world collapsed, this boy is the casting god, the famous casting god who created the way of the instrument sect?

"Master, I just wanted to kill that kid, but he wouldn't let him live or die, so I ......," Lin Wenxiang said.

"Trespass in Sword Forge Valley would have been damned!Shadow, what's the matter with you?" the boy asked.

He ...... He's my friend. Shadow said weakly.

"Your friend, young man, what's your name, what are you doing in my Sword Forge Valley?" the boy asked as he walked up to me.

"Are you the senior of the Casting God?" I asked, uncertain.

"Exactly. The boy replied without hesitation.

"The predecessor of the casting god, the junior Zhuo Shengtian, is from the Qilin Mountains. He is Duan Zifang of the Duan family...... "As soon as I said this, I found that the casting god was staring at Duan Zifang beside me stupidly, with an expression of disbelief.

"Zifang, you're not dead, why are you here?" asked the casting god.

"Hmph......" Duan Zifang didn't want to pay attention to him at all, and turned her head away with a cold snort.

“...... That, you go on. The cast god looked at me and returned to his original expression.

"Actually, I came to Strange Rock Island because of my friend's request. My friend is the master of the Blood Sword Gate of the Qilin Mountain Range, and I originally wanted to buy a batch of weapons directly from the Duan family, but the weapons of the Duan family are not high-grade and very expensive. Later, I heard Duan Xiao, the head of the Duan family, say that there are many divine weapons in the Sword Casting Valley, so I want to come here to get a few divine weapons. I said frankly.

"You're honest, but what do you think I'm going to do in Sword Forge Valley?

"What are you doing so loudly!" Duan Zifang said coldly.

"Casting God Senior, you founded the Dao of the Instrument Sect back then, but you can see how many people are practicing it today. My friend He Zhiya loved the Way of the Instrument Sect and founded the Blood Sword Sect in the Qilin Mountain Range, he hoped that those young people who wanted to learn the Way of the Instrument Sect would have a place to learn. But he was not capable enough to forge so many weapons for his disciples to use. But what about you, the predecessor of the Casting God, hiding in this Sword Casting Valley and living your isolated life, don't you think that you have cast so many divine weapons and put them here to destroy the heavens, it is more valuable to give them to those young people who have dreams?"

"Hahaha...... It's really funny!The Blood Sword Sect, such a small sect that has just been founded, what kind of dream do you have!" said the Casting God Da Lu with a smile.

"You seem to be very powerful!" Duan Zifang said coldly.

"I'm ......" Zhushen was silent, he seemed to be very afraid of Duan Zifang.

"Senior Casting God, I just made a bet with my life with your two disciples here, and now I want to make a bet with my senior. I said.

"Oh, interesting, what are you betting on?" asked the casting god.

"Senior God Caster, who do you think is the best in terms of forging weapons, you and my friend He Zhiya?" I asked.

"Hahaha...... Just give me five minutes, and I can forge a replica of any weapon. Casting God said arrogantly.

"Casting God Senior, I have a sword cast by my friend He Zhiya here, I give my senior five hours, if my predecessor can forge an identical weapon, even if I lose, then I will be at the disposal of my senior!" I said.

"It's really a shame, hurry up and take it out. The casting god said disdainfully.

"But then again, what if the seniors lose?" I asked.

"How could I possibly lose!" the casting god said angrily.

"What if I lose?" I asked.

"Then what do you say?" said the casting god impatiently.

"Well, if I win...... All the divine weapons in this Sword Forge Valley are mine, and I can come and get them at any time. I said.

"Okay, I promise you. The casting god said.

In this way, I took out the blood drink from the five-yuan bracelet and handed it to the casting god, who frowned when he got the blood drink and turned to leave, and the four of us sat on the ground and began the long wait.

It's been more than ten hours, and it's dark and I still haven't seen the casting god come out, Lin Wenxiang is a little impatient at first, maybe he is a little uncomfortable drinking after not drinking for a day.

"Master, why hasn't he come out yet?" Lin Wenxiang asked anxiously.

"Master, he was probably stumped by that strange weapon. The shadow said lightly, he was scratched by drinking blood during the battle just now, although he was not sucked dry after the most sucking, but he should understand its power in his heart.

It wasn't until after dawn the next day that the casting god finally came out with blood in his hand, seeing that he didn't hold a second weapon, and then looking at his sad face, as if he was going to give his parents a report card to sign, it seemed that I had made the right bet and I had won.

"I lost. The casting god walked up to me and said in disappointment.

"Casting God Senior, in fact, you are not unjustly lost. The casting attribute of this sword is not among the twelve attributes, but a new kind of blood attribute created by my friend He Zhiya himself. I said with a smile.

"The thirteenth attribute, the creation of a new attribute, the fact that there is such a genius in this world!" said the casting god in surprise.