Old man Gan was like eating an elixir, staring at Li Xiaobai with bright eyes, and he didn't think about stopping him at all. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even if the shop collapsed the next moment, he still didn't care.

The shop can be rebuilt if it is gone, and if the craft left by the ancestor is broken, it will be completely broken.

The old man thanked God in his heart, and when he was completely desperate for the three stupid apprentices, an unseen genius came to him with a token, which rekindled his hope.

The shop was full of smoke and dust, and Hu Li was also a rough-cut foodie, sitting at the gate carelessly, still gnawing on steamed buns by himself, and the dust that was raised one after another fell into his own dust.

It was impossible to hide the big movement in the Gan Ji Sword Shop from the other adjacent shops, and almost half of the Anvil Alley was alarmed.

Many shopkeepers and blacksmiths gathered at the door of the sword shop, looking at the door of the shop in disbelief, looking at the façade that kept making loud noises and trembling with it, and looked into the shop, but the scene they saw immediately made everyone gasp.

The person standing next to the anvil was not the hot-tempered old man Gan, but someone else.

"Old man Gan, your house is going to be demolished!

"Old fellow, is this your new apprentice?

"Hey, boy, are you interested in coming to my shop, five times a month, food, housing, and a new set of clothes every year. ”

Hearing the shouting outside the shop, Old Man Gan's face changed, and he immediately became furious, picked up a red-hot iron chisel and rushed out.

"What are you arguing about? Shut up the old man!"

Although he didn't know what Li Xiaobai's current situation was, the appearance of the old man Gan holding the iron hammer was very scary, and he would rather the kid next to the anvil knock for a while to understand more of this swordsmith's mastery.

The stinky temper of this old man is well known in Anvil Alley, and everyone who was attracted by the loud sound of "Thunder Forging" was so frightened that they retreated in unison.

"I said, old man Gan, everyone is begging for business in an alley, looking up and not looking down, if you have something to say, why bother!"

Someone said it boldly, but the voice was much weaker.

"Hmph! The old man does things, and he doesn't need you to teach him!"

As one of the swordsmiths in Anvil Alley, and a top swordsmith who is not known and has the ability to forge flying swords, among his peers, Old Man Gan has enough confidence to be proud of others.

Although they were so angry by the arrogant attitude of this old guy that they didn't dare to do it in many ways, on the one hand, because of the other party's temper and eccentricity, and on the other hand, because of the old man's craftsmanship.

In the entire alley, there are only a handful of shops that specialize in making sword weapons.

At this moment, the loud hammering in the shop finally stopped.

"Old man, this sword embryo is ready, you can palm the eye!"

At the same time as Li Xiaobai's voice, there was also the sound of sizzling liquid fire, and the anvil diffused a pungent fishy smell.

A special quenching solution mixed with horse urine and soybean oil has always been a secret ingredient in Anvil Alley.

The sword embryo that had cooled down quickly flashed with a blue cold light, and although it did not open the edge, a trace of determination had already come out of the sword.

Although he was gray-faced and sweaty, the continuous improvement and circulation of true qi from the Qi Gathering Realm to the Body Forging Realm made Li Xiaobai extremely happy.

Although the movement has stopped, the strange shock seems to be still "washing" the flesh, all the muscles and joints are like soaking in a hot spring, and the pores of the four branches and hundreds of bones are all stretched, and the whole body is full of Tai.

Hearing Li Xiaobai's voice, the old man Gan waved the iron hammer in his hand at the people outside the shop, and shouted: "It's all scattered! Don't block it here, hinder the old man's business!"

Hindering your old business? Peers couldn't help but complain, in addition to the boy who wielded a hammer like thunder, where is there a customer in the shop?

However, the old man's attitude frightened them, and hurriedly scattered, for fear that the old man would suddenly go crazy and stab himself, which was really unlucky, and there was no place to reason.

Old man Gan still returned to the stove angrily, reinserted the iron drill that turned the charcoal fire, and took the sword embryo that Li Xiaobai had just forged.

Under the reflection of the firelight, the blade and the spine of the sword embryo have been completely formed, the lines are straight, and they can withstand the double pair of ink lines, and there is no distortion or deformation at all, and the smooth and flat blade surface moire is heavy, which is not the carbon crease presented by continuous folding and forging, but the hidden lines left after hammering again and again, they are not smashed out of the front, but from the other side, causing a loud forging of the forging force, each time the true qi full of forging body realm penetrates the sword embryo.

It seems that the thunderous noises just now burst out from these beautiful overlapping cloud patterns, and these textures cause the material of the sword embryo to vary in density, but it is built into a stronger and stronger whole.

Although the blade and blade have not been soaked and sharpened with special potions, they have already become lethal.

"Good, good, good sword, good sword!"

Marveling at the true effect of the "Thunder Forging" hammer method, Old Man Gan gently touched the sword embryo as if he were a lover, and savored those wonderful hidden lines with his fingerprints.

The three apprentices, Wang Hammer, Tie Niu and Sun Dao, all looked at each other, and it was the first time they had heard from their master that they appreciated the work of others.

The three of them immediately showed joy on their faces, as if they were as happy as the master.

Throwing the sword embryo into the furnace again, Old Man Gan put his eyes on Li Xiaobai again, and said with satisfaction: "It seems that the essence of 'Thunder Forging' has been mastered by you, but there is more than one hammer method in the old man's hands, you have to watch it!"

As he spoke, he picked up another sword embryo, snatched the hammer in Li Xiaobai's hand, and forged it by himself again.

Dense and continuous like spring rain, only to see the hammer shadow but not the hammer body, Li Xiaobai's eyes widened, and the true qi in his body was attracted again.

However, in his eyes, what the other party demonstrated was no longer the art of swordsmith casting, but an unprecedented secret technique of martial arts cultivation.

Perhaps Old Man Gan's ancestor is a martial arts man who has cultivated to a high level.

The short forging sound stopped for a moment, and then it sounded again, and the figure next to the anvil was replaced by Li Xiaobai again.

Thanks to the mystery of the "Maha Balan Sutra", coupled with the thunder sound of "thunder forging", under the coincidence of karma, he has a glass heart, like a waveless ancient well as a delicate reflection of everything around him, any wind and grass will have no shape.

Every movement of Old Man Gan, and even the changes in the muscles and bones under the skin, were reflected in Li Xiaobai's glass heart without any omission.

- (To be continued.) )