Ye Xiang's feet shook slightly, Zhenyuan poured into the soles of his feet, and with a bang, the gray stone slab shattered, all the anger poured out, and his eyes closed slightly.

There was no sound in the dilapidated room, and Huang Bo also stood quietly without disturbing.

Long!

Ye Xiang opened his eyes, all the confusion in his eyes faded, replaced by a high-spirited momentum, and his clenched fists slowly loosened.

"Young Master ......"

Uncle Huang's old body trembled, and his dim old eyes showed excitement, he knew that the young master had come back again.

He practiced martial arts at the age of three, became a martial artist at the age of six, showed a shocking posture at the age of ten, and alarmed the Star Picking Sect, and made an exceptional income, and became a disciple of the Inner Sect at the age of twelve.

This experience is a bad thing for Ye Xiang, but it is also a good thing, after experiencing so many things, he is more mature than teenagers of the same age.

Although he regained the sharpness of the past, Huang Bo felt that Ye Xiang's sharpness had become extremely restrained because of his experience. This kind of restraint is extremely rare among people of the same age, and only those who have attained ambition, cultivated for decades, and have mellow experience will have it.

Boom!

Kneeling on his knees, Ye Xiang knocked his head three times.

"Grandpa, the Ye family's blood feud must be repaid by blood, and what I lost must be recovered." Ye Xiang said word by word.

"Young master, don't be impulsive." Huang Bo looked worried.

Recite......

The broken knife suddenly rose in the air and slowly fell to Ye Xiang's side, levitating around him.

Looking at the suspended broken knife, Huang Bo was stunned for a moment, and then couldn't help but tremble, "Emperor...... Young master, you are a royal ......" Speaking of the back, the voice revealed indescribable excitement and excitement.

The Emperor!

It is rumored that there may be a royal among tens of thousands of warriors, which is rare in the world.

The emperor has the ability to make all things, and can even cross the realm to face the enemy, and in the same level, the emperor is almost invincible.

"Don't worry, Uncle Huang, I know what to do. Within five years, I will bring back Leng Wuji's head to worship my grandfather and everyone in the Ye family. After Ye Xiang finished speaking, he turned around and left with the broken knife.

Seeing Ye Xiang leave, Huang Bo was so excited that he burst into tears, and muttered, "Master, have you seen it?" The young master is here, and he is more mature than before, you can rest in peace......"

Walking out of the courtyard, Ye Xiang walked along the avenue, the pain in his head was slowly subsiding, and some of the memories were also recovering.

I remembered that all the memories before the age of fourteen came back.

"The Star Picking Sect is the overlord of Dongzhou, with my current ability, if I go to the Star Picking Sect to find Leng Wuji, there must be no return. Although I have lost the Heavenly Martial Vein, and my current realm is not worth mentioning compared to back then, I have gained more ......."

"The original cultivation is gone, but I have impacted the Martial King level before. The nine star points in the body have already been opened, and before the Martial King realm, there is no need to worry at all, all that is done now is to accumulate true yuan. ”

"The Star Picking Sect is my place of doom, but it also gives me a chance to get back on my feet. In the four years of the Star Picking Sect, in addition to cultivation, I spent most of my time in the library of the Star Picking Sect, reading countless classics, including many Dongzhou secret books, and even sneaking into the secret vault to watch those classics that only elders can observe. ”

"If I don't have a memory, that's it. Now that all my memories have been restored, these memories and experiences will become the guarantee for me to grow up. And I'm still a master, but I'm only in the state of the beginning of spiritual power, and I can only use one weapon, and if I want to reach higher, I must obtain things that enhance my spiritual power. ”

"An Yunguo is located in the extreme east of Dongzhou, a hundred thousand mountains...... I remember that a classic book once recorded that there was a peculiar herb in the 100,000 Great Mountains, called the Nine Turns Golden Spirit Fruit, which had a powerful effect of enhancing spiritual power, but in order to enter the 100,000 Great Mountains, you must have the strength of the Martial King realm. Ye Xiang realized that all he had to do now was to improve his strength as much as possible.

A moment later, Ye Xiang came to an inconspicuous corner in the eastern district of Kunshan City, which was quite hidden, the whole street was quite dilapidated, most of the surrounding houses were in disrepair, and in this street, the sound of hammering iron was heard from time to time.

At first glance, the sound sounded quite chaotic, as if someone was smashing the iron with a hammer, but when it fell on Ye Xiang's ears, it was different.

At the corner of the street, there is a blacksmith shop, all kinds of weapons are randomly placed on the ground, and a middle-aged man with a naked upper body and a majestic figure is holding a piece of iron with iron tongs and burning it on the stove, his expression is extremely focused.

"Whatever you want, choose for yourself."

The middle-aged man said without looking back. Clamp the red-hot iron to the cutting board, raise the sledgehammer and smash it down, sometimes heavy and sometimes light, the sledgehammer in the hand, every time it falls, it will bounce up a few points, different heights.

If the rest of the blacksmiths see this scene, they will inevitably shake their heads, this iron-making is a delicate way of life, experienced blacksmiths, each time the force will be about the same, so that the iron-making will be tough and sharp, not easy to break.

This middle-aged man is sometimes heavy and sometimes light, which is not only difficult to smelt iron, but will also waste this piece of iron in vain.

Ye Xiang didn't speak, nor did he choose a weapon, but watched intently as the middle-aged man knocked on the iron.

Half an hour later, with a pop, the iron broke off, and cracks appeared inside, and the middle-aged man shook his head and threw the iron into the bucket at will.

"Aren't you tired of watching it for so long?" The middle-aged man said without looking back.

"Tired? No, my predecessors don't fight, and I think it's a pity. Ye Xiang smiled.

"Oh?"

The middle-aged man turned his head at this time, his face was quite broad, his two eyebrows were thicker, and his eyes were full of the vicissitudes of life unique to this age, but his expression was always tense, which was difficult to approach.

"Striking iron is also a kind of cultivation, just like the cultivation of martial artists, one by one, with a degree of cultivation, perseverance, it will become a great weapon. In the process of striking iron, the control and control of every bit of strength depends not only on experience, but also on the perception of that moment......" Ye Xiang said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's tense face eased a lot.

"The little brother is not very old, he has such a feeling, and he will have great achievements in the future. I wonder why the little brother came here? ”

"I want to ask my seniors to help me refine three weapons." Ye Xiang took out the broken knife.

When it was placed indoors, it could be seen that the broken knife was a treasure knife, and now when it was taken out, the body of the broken knife was shining in the sunlight, and the blacksmith's shop, which had been scorched by the fire, became cold.

"This is ......" The middle-aged man was moved, and without waiting for Ye Xiang to hand it over, he grabbed it directly, put it on his hand and stroked it gently, his expression was extremely focused.

After a long time, the middle-aged man came back to his senses, sighed with regret, and said, "Sure enough, it is a thousand-year-old cold iron, and it has been tempered millions of times, but it's a pity." If this broken knife is not destroyed, it is definitely a supreme treasure knife that blows hair and breaks hair. ”

"Do you really want me to help you refine?" The middle-aged man stared at Ye Xiang.

"Why else am I here for what I'm doing here?" Ye Xiang said with a smile.

"This thousand-year-old cold iron is extremely rare, and it is such a large piece, aren't you afraid that I will refine it for you?" The middle-aged man said.

"If it's ruined, it's ruined."

"You have so much faith in me? I'm just an unknown person, and the shop is broken, and although the broken knife is damaged, the material is priceless, if I take this thing, won't your loss be great? ”

"With the ability of your predecessors, you can still afford this thousand-year-old cold iron?" Ye Xiang didn't answer the rhetorical question, and then added, "If I'm not mistaken, what my predecessors used to strike iron was a long-lost method, called the Eight Desolations Refining Method. This method is used to refine ordinary iron, which can have a slight chance to make the iron into refined iron, and if it is to refine the rest, it also has the opportunity to improve the quality, but the biggest function is that it can increase the success rate of refining by one percent. In this Kunshan City, apart from the predecessors, who else is qualified to refine this thousand-year-old piece of cold iron? ”

Hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyes shrank and glanced at Ye Xiang deeply, "Just because you can say this, I'll help you practice, but ......"

"I won't sue anyone, my predecessors know the Eight Desolations Refining Method." Ye Xiang smiled faintly.

"If you know."

The middle-aged man nodded, "What weapon do you want to refine?" There is only one piece of this broken knife, and in terms of quantity, at most, it can only be refined into a dagger or a willow leaf knife or something. ”

"I want a sword."

"Sword? It can only be refined into a half-foot sword. ”

"No, I want three small swords of about one finger, and I want them to be as thin as cicada wings, and they are as sharp as ever, and they are not easy to break." Ye Xiang said.

"Thin as cicada wings? Is it still not easy to break? You're asking too much......"

"Anyway, it's going to be handed over to the seniors, by the way, carve a blood groove for me in the middle." Ye Xiang said.

The middle-aged man did not speak, but observed it repeatedly, pondered for a moment, and then said, "How often do you want it?" ”

"The sooner the better."

"Okay, come and get it tonight."

"Thank you seniors, if you are paid, you will use the remaining materials to top. There is still something to do, so I took the first step and said goodbye. After speaking, Ye Xiang turned around and left.

Watching Ye Xiang leave, the middle-aged man took a deep breath, his eyes revealed a solemn color, and he muttered: "When did such a teenager come out of Kunshan City?" I can't see through him...... At such an age, it makes me feel quite jealous, if this son grows up in the future, it may set off a storm in Dongzhou...... A finger-long sword as thin as a cicada's wing...... Although the hidden weapon is powerful, it is always a sideline, and I hope this son will not go astray. ”