(Ask for recommendations, favorites, and clicks...... On the first night of Nie Feng's return to the sword-casting shop, Luo Yuan came over with wine and food, there were two large plates of dishes, one meat and one vegetable, and the wine was also old and good, with a pure taste and fragrance, and the two of them drank happily on the dim oil lamp. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The next day, Nie Feng got up very late, and when he got dressed, his head was still a little dizzy, he did drink a little too much wine last night, and Nie Feng was not a person who often had the opportunity to drink, so until now, this alcohol strength had not completely dissipated, and his body was a little sore.

Peng Yuan's caravan still had about two days to arrive, and when there was nothing to do, Nie Feng started to forge an iron sword.

Before this, Nie Feng first summoned the jade pendant space, and played with the things in the space, in addition to the two large bags of gold and silver, there were also two high-grade iron swords, a flying gold sword, a Nuozi jade pendant, a number of healing and qi tonifying pills, a copy of the Thunder Dragon Heavenly Dance Sword Technique, and three pieces of the Triple Gathering Yuan Method.

If it was Nie Feng in the past, in the face of the Thunder Dragon Heavenly Dance Sword Technique and the Secret Technique Triple Gathering Yuan Method, he couldn't wait to practice, but maybe it was because he was successfully promoted to a swordsman, but he had always wished to do so, or maybe he had relied on strange rats in the forest for too long, and today's Nie Feng only roughly flipped through these two precious things, and even put them back into the jade pendant space again.

"Don't worry about this, what the time in the future is, the current task, but you should go back to Guyun City first, go to Mufu to get what you deserve, and then help my father do that big thing. But before I go back, I don't have enough swords in my hand......"

Nie Feng muttered to himself, on the one hand, he would take care of the plan and arrangement, but more casually, and forging the iron sword would not only help his plan to return to Guyun City, but also fit his current interests, so other things, even cultivation, were all left out of his mind.

Lighting the fire again, looking at the rising flames, Nie Feng couldn't help but be slightly in a daze, he remembered the thing that accompanied Jin Lao to cast a high-grade iron sword, after a farewell for more than half a year, Jin Lao had already gone to the empty building, and now he also had some hands on sword casting, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of the vicissitudes of life in his heart.

The materials in the iron ladle had melted evenly, and Nie Feng's attention returned to the matter in front of him again, eliminating all thoughts, pouring, molding, opening, and accumulating, each step was carried out in an orderly manner, and finally after two hours, a silver-white long sword appeared in Nie Feng's hand, and the iron sword was lowered.

"I have no problem casting a low-grade iron sword now, I wonder if I can cast a medium-grade iron sword?"

Thinking of doing it, this is Nie Feng's consistent style, anyway, he doesn't feel tired at all now, so let's continue to work.

The process of casting the medium-grade iron sword is exactly the same as that of the lower-grade iron sword, except that the original material of the iron sword is more special, and the heat at the time of the final opening is more accurate.

To Nie Feng's surprise, in terms of grasping the heat, he actually performed his skills in one fell swoop, and under the use of Xiao Chengshen's sword marrow, through the jet-black and damaged oxide scale, Nie Feng saw faint golden stripes, as well as silvery-white, slightly trembling beads.

"Haha, the medium-grade iron sword has finally been forged by me!"

Nie Feng laughed happily, thinking that when he cast the iron sword with Jin Lao, he had also personally tried the casting of the medium-grade iron sword, but he didn't know if it was because he didn't have enough skills to enter the essence of the sword, or if he really lacked experience, every time he grasped the heat, there would always be a problem of this or that, and in the end, either the sword blank was flawed, or the distribution of golden stripes was disordered, anyway, none of the casting of the medium-grade iron sword could be successful, and Nie Feng had been sulking for a long time at the beginning.

Now today's Nie Feng, the sword qi cultivation has reached the realm of a heavy heaven, and the ability to enter the sword essence has reached the realm of Xiaocheng, but he didn't expect that the first time he cast a medium-grade iron sword, he really succeeded in one fell swoop.

"Can I cast a high-grade iron sword?"

Nie Feng had a whim, and then his interest increased greatly, so he searched everywhere, what he was looking for was naturally the material necessary for casting a high-grade iron sword, the ancient mountain heart fire gold.

But after a while, Nie Feng sat down disappointed, because the few materials that were originally placed in the corner were already gone, it seemed that after Nie Feng left, Jin Lao continued to cast several high-grade iron swords, which squandered the ancient mountain heart fire gold.

"If it's gone, it's gone, and it's not bad to be able to cast a medium-grade iron sword......

Nie Feng shook his head helplessly, but thinking about it the other way, at the beginning, Jin Lao relied on the cultivation of the swordsman to enter the sword marrow and enter the sword marrow, and when casting the high-grade iron sword, he had to spray his own blood to replenish the sword qi, not to mention anything else, Nie Feng believed that he might not be able to do this alone, so for the casting of the high-grade iron sword, he just had a sudden idea and wanted to try it.

On the third day, when the sun had just risen, there was a strong knock on the wooden door of the swordsmith's shop.

Nie Feng turned over and got out of bed, and sure enough, as he expected, Peng Yuan and the others' team finally arrived.

After hastily cleaning up, Nie Feng put all the results of his two days into the jade pendant space, so that there was a flying gold sword in the jade pendant space, two high-grade iron swords, five medium-grade iron swords, three low-grade iron swords, and two of the low-grade iron swords were found by Nie Feng from the sword casting shop, which should be the leftover after Jin Lao sold them.

Although the total is still a little less, it is barely enough.

I haven't seen him for more than two years, Peng Yuan's appearance hasn't changed much, but the fishtail at the corner of his eye is quite rough, showing that the past two years have not been easy, until now he is still the identity of a sword slave, and such an identity can only rely on the hard work of the exchange to earn the cost of supporting his family, and the life of the inferior person is as miserable as before, Nie Feng can't help but think of his parents who are far away in Guyun City.

Seeing Nie Feng, Peng Yuan really didn't recognize it for a while, it was not that Nie Feng's appearance had changed too much, but he unconsciously found that the young man in front of him seemed to have an unwavering temperament around him, and this temperament was like a big man he often met, which made people respect and fear.

"Uncle Peng, don't you remember me? My father is Nie Tong, thanks to you for bringing me here!"

Nie Feng reminded him, and Peng Yuan suddenly came to his senses.

"Hehe, it turned out to be a virtuous nephew! Yes, yes, I haven't seen you for a few years, but I'm getting stronger and stronger, if your parents see it, they will definitely be very happy, hehe!"

"Are my parents okay?"

Nie Feng asked cautiously. Thinking about it, he is not a filial son to his parents, he has been away from home for more than two years, and he has never written a letter to his family, nor has he ever asked Peng Yuan and others to bring a message, I wonder if his father and mother will blame him.

"Hehe, they're still the same, but they seem to have been a lot more silent in the past two years, and I think it's because I miss you......"

Peng Yuan's voice was a little vicissitudes, Nie Feng understood that although his father was a sword servant, he was still an inferior person, how much better could the life of an inferior person be, his parents became more reticent, on the one hand, he should miss him, and on the other hand, he was afraid that he was also burdened by life.

"But if they see you again, they'll be happy again, hehe!"

Peng Yuan's voice changed, and he began to comfort Nie Feng.

This time, there were only four people in the team that came to the trading shop, and the same was still escorted by the two swordsmen surnamed Zhong and Li, while Peng Yuan and the other person, Wang Qian, who Nie Feng called Uncle Wang, were in charge of transporting the goods.

When Zhong Li and the two swordsmen walked out of the trading shop, they couldn't help but be slightly stunned for a while, they saw clearly, the young man in front of them, the sword qi cultivation was the same as them, they were all swordsmen, and there was such a cultivation at such a young age, it seemed that Mufu was going to produce a kendo genius again.

Zhong and Li swordsmen arched their hands slightly towards Nie Feng, and did not speak, but their faces were obviously much kinder, and Nie Feng also bowed back, which surprised Peng Yuan and Wang Qian on the side, they could never have imagined that Zhong Li, who had always been high, would be so polite to a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, could it be that the young man in front of him was not as ordinary as they thought? But looking horizontally and vertically, they really couldn't observe anything special, and the unconscious Peng Wang and the two gradually respected Nie Feng.

The change in atmosphere was only broken in an instant, and it was broken by the fat old man Boss Yao who came out.

"Hehe, little brother, I didn't neglect what you explained! No, I found it for you, hehe!"

Boss Yao still looked smiling, but it was only for Nie Feng, not the four people on the side, which made Peng Yuan and the others even more stunned, the fat old man in front of him, who had always had a straight face, would be so respectful to Nie Feng, it seems that he has not seen him for two years, and the young man in front of him has indeed undergone a radical change, maybe now he has really become the kind of high-ranking person, thinking of this, Peng Yuan and the others' eyes involuntarily looked at the young man in front of him again.

The young man's face is quite dark, his posture is a lot taller, and he is a lot stronger, and his smiling face shows a simple and amiable appearance, but somehow, Peng Yuan always can't erase the trace of awe he just felt, which makes Peng Yuan, who has always prided himself on being very accurate, unconsciously give birth to a sense of wanting to make deep friends, maybe the young man in front of him can bring him good luck.

All the transactions have been completed, and it is still two big bags of fierce beast Neidan, Peng Yuan and Wang Qian are each responsible for one bag, firmly tied to their own saddles, and Zhong Li and the two swordsmen urged the horses to follow, Nie Feng naturally did not fall, and the quick-witted Boss Yao even prepared a good horse for Nie Feng as quickly as possible, which made Nie Feng a little grateful, of course, the silver taels for buying horses, Nie Feng did not miss a cent from him.

Everything was ready, and the group of five people slowly walked towards the distant Ancient Cloud City.

Nie Feng's departure did not alarm Luo Yuan and the others, of course, Nie Feng had already told the latter about his itinerary, so his departure now was not unexpected, but maybe when the latter confirmed, he would still have some emotion in his heart.

Again, it took more than a month to return this time. Maybe on the way back, Peng Yuan and the others had gone back and forth countless times, so there was nothing wrong along the way, but Nie Feng found that when Peng Yuan seemed to talk to him, he always had a smile on his face, which was not like amiable, but more like a kind of flattery and a kind of stuttering, which made Nie Feng a little uncomfortable.

Looking up into the distance, a gray city slowly appeared in front of you, with the ancient vicissitudes and smells, the ancient cloud city finally arrived.