The owner of the blacksmith shop is surnamed Zhang Minglong, and his appearance is about twenty-six or seven. Not only is his name mighty, but his man is also very powerful, tall and majestic, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He is more than a foot taller than Wu Jie, his arms are thicker than Wu Jie's thighs, and with strong muscles and a pair of beards, he is just like the legendary Reckless Zhang Fei.

This Boss Zhang has a lot of strength, and he picks up the hammer like a toy, and the huge hammer swings in his hand, hammering pieces of red-hot iron into various tools.

Daeyue is located in the southernmost part of Kyushu, so it is also called Nanyue. The climate here is originally hot, and the temperature in the blacksmith shop is especially high, and the immortal seekers have the heart to talk to Boss Zhang, but almost no one can stand the stuffiness in the shop, and the smell of those fire oils and the like is really unpleasant, so almost no one cares about it here.

When Wu Xie walked into the blacksmith shop, only the cold-faced swordsman Xie Minghuan sat in the corner with a sword in his hand, watching Zhang Long strike the iron.

Seeing Wu Xie coming, he nodded and didn't say a word.

Wu Xie smiled and nodded to him, and did not open his mouth to disturb Boss Zhang's work, he also found an inconspicuous place and stayed there to watch the blacksmith's actions in striking iron.

If there is anyone in this Qingniu Town who may be a master of cultivating immortals, Wu Xie feels that Zhang Long must be the most likely candidate.

The burly blacksmith was not very good at his work, but he swung his hammer with an unusual rhythm, and if you listened carefully to the sound of his iron, you would find that each blow was in a position that was pleasant to listen to—just ignore the gentle and jumbled sound.

"Master, this blacksmith is indeed a Taoist!" Jasmine said firmly, "Although he deliberately changed the intensity of the thrashing, making the sound very harsh, and making the quality of the iron not good, he couldn't change the rhythm he had cultivated for a long time!" ”

"That's right! It is impossible for an ordinary blacksmith to always maintain the same rhythm, and to do this kind of thing, at least the physical fitness is very good, and it takes decades of iron - but you look at his appearance, he is no more than thirty years old! Du Ruo also said very firmly.

Wu Xie naturally had the same opinion as them, so in addition to discussing medical skills with the general out of interest, he spent most of his ordinary time in the blacksmith shop, pondering how to get clues to seek immortals from blacksmith Zhang.

Fortunately, no one is fighting with him here, and those who can hear the fame from the sound of beating must be someone who has a considerable foundation in martial arts. Although there are many immortal seekers in the town, there are only three who can hear this unusual rhythm.

Wu Jie, Xie Minghuan, and Liu Ming's bodyguard.

Liu Ming's bodyguard didn't seem to approve of his young master's quest for immortals, so he didn't seem to have mentioned it to Liu Ming at all. The only people who often come to the blacksmith shop are Wu Xie and Xie Minghuan.

Wu Xie didn't make a sound, Xie Minghuan didn't say anything, and Zhang Long was even more silent, never opening his mouth when he didn't do anything. Inside the hot blacksmith's shop, there was no sound except the sound of thrashing again and again.

After a while, Zhang Long struck a sickle and put the iron piece of iron, which was still dark red, into the cold water next to the anvil, and only heard the sound of a rattle. He himself sat down on a nearby stool and moved the grinding wheel to his side.

Rustling, rustling, he pedaled with both feet, the frosted stone spun rapidly, and the scythe in his hand splashed a little bit of sparks on the rough frosted stone.

After a few moments, the grinding wheel was removed, and the brine and bluestone were moved. Blacksmith Zhang began to carefully sharpen the blade of the sickle.

By noon, the scythe had been fitted with a wooden handle and rested on a shelf by the door, waiting for someone who needed it to buy it.

"How much does this scythe cost?" Wu Xie tried to ask.

"Eighty Wen." Blacksmith Zhang replied angrily, without any intention of selling.

Wu Xie nodded, took out a string of copper coins to pay the bill, and then said hello to Xie Minghuan, and left with a sickle.

After lunch, he had already entered the Heavenly Book World Realm, and carefully examined the scythe.

Its material is only the most ordinary wrought iron, and there is nothing special about the workmanship, at first glance it looks like an ordinary sickle that can be seen everywhere. But Wu Xie knew that it was definitely not ordinary—entering the Heavenly Book World Realm with this sickle, it consumed more qi and blood than that first-grade ginseng king!

The more qi and blood consumed, the more aura this thing has, so Wu Xie simply turned on the management authority, used an ability similar to a "magnifying glass" to magnify it, and conducted a deep perspective, and finally saw the fame.

Inside the scythe, at least three or four parts of the iron were very different from the rest, not only tighter, but also revealing a dull sheen, which looked more like stone than metal.

"That's probably iron essence, a very low-grade refining material." As a tool spirit in the Heavenly Book World, Jasmine could certainly see this scene, and she whispered, "If you squeeze mortal iron with true qi, you can make iron essence." ”

"What's the use of iron spirits?"

"It's useless...... At least as far as I can remember, it's not very useful. Master, you know, the materials I came into contact with back then, no matter how low-level they are, they will not be low-level to this kind of goods. Jasmine said slowly as she recalled, "But after all, it is a material for refining weapons, and mortals can't make it anyway." ”

"By hammering and smelting alone, ordinary iron can be turned into steel, and that's the limit. Only by using true qi extrusion, can the essence of it be condensed to form an iron essence - and if you go further, you can also form the essence of hardware, which is a relatively common refining material. ”

Wu Xie nodded, holding the scythe and sitting under the spirit wood in contemplation.

Those few inconspicuous pieces of iron essence should have been created by Zhang Long inadvertently using his true qi in the process of striking iron. This means that he is at least an innate master - only by stepping into the innate realm can he sublimate his own internal force into true qi by absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, thus generating the power of destroying gold and jade and refining iron into refinement.

Maybe Zhang Long is not an immortal cultivator, but at least he is a hidden innate master, and he is the kind of master who has a deep cultivation so deep that he can be introverted - an innate master who can do this, Wu Xie has only seen one, that is, a jealous Taoist. One man and one sword guarded the peerless swordsman of the Southern Chu Kingdom for hundreds of years.

"Could it be that Zhang Long is a master of the same level as his predecessors?" Wu Xie groaned, carefully recalled the appearance of the two in his impression, compared their temperaments with each other, and slowly shook his head after a long time.

"No, Zhang Long can't be like his predecessors, which makes me feel a sense of pressure in my heart - maybe he just has a special method to better hide his strength."

"It's not surprising. That taboo is just a loose cultivator of the wild road, with no door or sect, and he doesn't even have a decent inheritance. And this Zhang Long is likely to be a disciple of a certain immortal sect, and the accumulation of a sect is of course more than personal exploration. What's more, this kind of method of concealing the aura is something that almost all sects and factions have to cultivate, because maybe the enemy underestimates you a little, and you can turn defeat into victory at a critical moment. ”

"Then did the Supreme Divine Monarch also have this kind of method back then?"

"Yes, but I don't, and I haven't heard of anyone using it." Jasmine raised her head slightly, and said very proudly, "The Supreme Divine Monarch's disciples have always walked sideways, even a beginner disciple can use his nose to look at those old things that have been cultivated for thousands of years, scold if he wants, beat him if he wants, and whoever dares to resist will immediately destroy him." Why hide your strength? ”

She said it as a matter of course, and a domineering aura arose, which made people think of the domineering degree of the Supreme Divine Monarch's faction back then.

"I can probably imagine what happened to the entire sect after the Supreme Divine Monarch was killed by thunder......" Wu Xie muttered, leaving the scythe behind and leaving the Heavenly Book World Realm.

It was still early, and most of the immortal seekers were wandering outside, looking for their respective immortals, and the inn was empty, probably only the diligent shopkeeper Li Xiaoyao was still busy.

Wu Xie was not in a hurry to go out, but sat on the bed and pondered.

Qingniu Town is indeed where the Immortal Gate is located, and at least it has been determined that there is an immortal cultivator living here. But why did Zhang Long hide his identity as a blacksmith? And he's not pretending, he's really working as a blacksmith, and the blacksmith shop is tinkling every day...... What exactly is this for?

Wu Xie thought about it for a long time, and was puzzled.

While he was pondering, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps outside the door, and then the door was rudely pushed open, and Wei Teng's attendant walked in haughtily.

"You're really here, come with me!"

Wu Xie was stunned for a moment and looked at him suspiciously.

"Poor ghosts are stupid! Our son wants to see you! ”

"Oh." Wu Xie nodded, "I don't welcome him, let him stay away from me." ”

He is not a person who does not know how to be polite, but his politeness will not be wasted on those who are impudent.

This sentence choked the entourage at the door, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

He never dreamed that a mere country man would dare to be so ignorant!

It took a few seconds for him to come back to his senses and yell viciously, but Wu Xie didn't care what he said at all—horizontal and vertical were just those vulgar nonsense, what new lines could a guy with a dog's eyes and a low person say?

However, Wu Xie still slightly underestimated the arrogance of this entourage, he scolded a few words and saw that Wu Xie did not return the mouth, so he thought that he had overwhelmed the opponent in terms of momentum, and rushed over with an arrow, wanting to catch Wu Xie and drag him to the master to ask for credit.

So he fell out of the jaw and lay on the floor outside the door convulsing.

Wu Xie casually threw away this guy who used his nostrils as eyes, frowned, and shouted upstairs: "Xiao Wei, send two people to move the things blocking the door of my room!" ”

His voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the hotel, and Wei Teng and the others on the third floor were naturally no exception.

Half a minute later at most, Wei Teng came over with a few vicious thugs.

"Xie Daxia, can you please persuade me? Now only you can convince them! Li Xiaoyao, the second shopkeeper, listened to the quarrel from upstairs, and pleaded with a sad face to Xie Minghuan, who was sitting in the corner of the lobby concentrating on eating noodles, "If this fight starts, what if something happens!" ”

"No, it won't." Xie Minghuan didn't even put down his chopsticks, and said nonchalantly, "He's not me, it's not like a person who often kills people." ”