While!

Li Xiaobai's body shook accordingly. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It's hard to imagine that such a rickety old man could burst out with so much power between lifting a weight.

The scorching crimson sword embryo burst out dozens of sparks, but they were not smashed or distorted, and the hammer was only slightly thinner.

While!

As if the old man Gan, who had fallen into some kind of frenzy, picked up the hammer, and there was only one voice left in the entire sword shop.

One blow at a time, no stopping.

That's ......

...... When!when!when!when......

There was a faint sense of thunder in the loud noise.

Every heavy blow seemed to hit Li Xiaobai's heart, and his mind was involuntarily attracted by the action of Old Man Gan's hard hammer.

The sparks burst out, and the impurities in the sword embryo were removed little by little.

The distracting thoughts in Li Xiaobai's heart were also cleared away by the forging sound of this blow after blow.

Unexpectedly, all the negative emotions such as unhappiness, anger, and depression are like water droplets on lotus leaves, which cannot stay for a moment longer, and a disturbed mortal heart gradually regains its transparency and clarity.

I don't know when, Old Man Gan stopped forging, stuffed the gradually cooled sword embryo back into the furnace, and looked at Li Xiaobai with a panting breath and a smile.

"Boy, do you understand?"

"Got it!"

The smile on Li Xiaobai's face was as pure as a baby, and within a few feet, a floating dust and a wisp of fire were reflected in his heart like a mirror.

There is a law for everything, it is rare to have a glass heart, and if the heart is glass, everything is difficult to touch.

Old man Gan took out the real kung fu at the bottom of the box, so that Xiaobai temporarily got rid of the troubles of the red world, and regained a rare peace in his heart.

All that left his eyes was a hammer, an anvil, a sword embryo, and a furnace fire.

When!when!

The sound of forging full of power sounded again, but at this moment, the person who wielded the hammer became Li Xiaobai.

The power from the earth is instilled throughout the body, and the skin, flesh, joints, muscles and bones are all twisted into a big bow, the arms are stretched out, and the hammer is like an arrow.

It is not only the power of the earth in the imagination that is being introduced into the hammerhead, but also the true qi of the Qi Gathering Realm, and it is not only the fiery red sword embryo on the anvil that is being tempered, but also the internal organs and muscles and flesh.

The force of each shock swept through the body like a tide, disintegrating and loosening the impurities that had accumulated and precipitated in the body over the years, and the sweat that continued to dissolve into the pores with the transportation of qi and blood was discharged little by little.

The flying furnace ash and floating dust were stained with a bit of strange light gray sweat, and the young man of the fluttering Shijia became a blacksmith who was the same as the four old man Gan's master and apprentice in a moment, except for the eyes and teeth, only the gray face remained, and if the commander of the Royal Secret Division was here, most of them would have to take a string to recognize this young man as the gentleman of the little grandfather of the Jingguo Mansion.

Old Man Gan's three apprentices were dumbfounded one by one, staring blankly at this incredible scene.

In just a moment's effort, this son turned out to be like his own master, hammering like thunder, and the sound shook his heart.

With a tired look on the face of the old man Gan, a look of relief appeared, this hammer method is not only a secret technique of refining weapons, but also the only way for a swordsmith to forge his body.

The chaotic green lotus in my heart seems to have also been moved, and the true qigong tips on the lotus petals of "Sama" continue to flow, and finally freeze into the "Washing the Marrow Sutra", washing the muscles and cutting the marrow, and being reborn.

Li Xiaobai, who was completely immersed in selfless forging, was completely unaware of the changes in his body, his physical body was the base, becoming stronger and stronger, the true qi in the eight veins of the flow and Qi Jing became more and more smooth, and the potential hidden in the limbs and hundreds of bones was radiated slightly, and finally converged into a torrent of true qi, like a storm crashing on a cliff for Zhou Tian, faintly in line with the rhythm of hammering, wave after wave, and finally returning to sink downward, gathering dantian, turning to the perineum, straight into the end of the tail vertebrae, and suddenly like a rocket along the vertebrae straight to the heavenly spirit.

Boom! Boom!

Inside and outside the mind, the two loud noises were almost in no particular order.

I don't know that the sound of the hammer of the swordsmith who has been passed down for several generations in Li Xiaobai's hand suddenly changed, and the entire sword shop shook slightly, and some small items that were not placed smoothly made all kinds of noises, and even fell down.

The torrent-like true qi turned into a dense rain, watering every inch of meridians and muscles from top to bottom.

Gathering qi and stepping into the forging realm that ordinary martial arts monks need to work hard to build a foundation can only hope to achieve, and before he knows it, his martial arts cultivation has made great progress.

The monks of Xiaolin Temple all burst into tears, more than 100 years of family background, three large pills, dozens of small pills, pure yang grass, hundred-year-old mountain ginseng, purple sunflower lingzhi, all as a snack to make up for the physical loss caused by the sword light into the belly of this devil, when it comes to the accumulation of heritage, it is by no means inferior to those martial arts monks who take rare and exotic grasses, and even more than that.

Now like today's thunder hook the fire, it will move when it is touched, and it will be out of control as soon as it is fired, relying on the strong capital, this is so easy to break through and rush in, and become a real martial artist in the body forging realm, I am afraid that even the ranger Zheng Xia will feel incredible about Li Xiaobai's entry.

Rumble!

The loud noise, full of concussive power, once again affected the sword shop.

Old man Gan's eyes widened suddenly, staring at Li Xiaobai deadly, and muttered to himself: "No! No! It can't be! This is, this is the Thunder Forging, the real Thunder Forging! How can it be?"

The original roar of Dangdang was replaced by a loud sound that seemed to be a real thunderbolt.

The hammer landed on the anvil, and what erupted was no longer sound, but power.

It is a voice that cannot be described in words, and it is full of real power.

The original name of this hammer method with the effect of forging the body that Old Man Gan taught was called "Thunder Forging", but this hammer method finally became worthy of its name in Li Xiaobai's hands.

Prior to this, except for the swordsmith who created this magical hammer technique, I am afraid that none of his disciples and grandchildren would deliberately practice martial arts, after all, interlacing is like a mountain, and his energy is limited, so that the "Thunder Forging" is gradually reduced to its form, at most it can only be like the old man Gan, but Li Xiaobai has fully exerted its true effect.

Old Man Gan's three apprentices looked at each other, and saw the same joy on each other's faces, and the master's inheritance not only had successors, but also seemed to be better than the blue.

Li Xiaobai still took care of himself and picked up the hammer, but Old Man Gan's sword shop suffered.

It was already a few years old, coupled with disrepair, in such a shock, the walls, pillars and beams of all sizes let out strange moans, and the old ashes fell sprinklingly, and the whole shop was filled with dust, as if it would collapse at any time.

- (To be continued.) )