A few soft puffy clouds floated in the sky, like wisps of smoke, like layers of yarn.

"Ding, Ding, Ding......"

The crisp and moving sound of striking iron rang out from a small and inconspicuous village below.

A middle-aged strong man agitated the bulging and strong muscles on his body, swung the huge hammer in his hand, and continued to hit a sword embryo with great force.

He was tall, his shoulders and chest were covered with pimples, and he looked like a living calf.

His movements were swift and steady, and the hammer flew in his hand with constant speed and power. The sound of percussions spread far away, and every corner of the village could be heard clearly.

In the room, there are more than a dozen teenagers and young adults.

The oldest of them was in his twenties, but the youngest was only fourteen or fifteen years old. However, everyone's eyes were focused on the big man, and they were doing what they could.

In fact, their job is very simple, which is to add a black stone to the stove, and sometimes pull the bellows to make the fire more and more vigorous.

There are only three young people who are really doing this, and the rest are cautiously watching the middle-aged strong man's every move. Their eyes were burning and full of adoration, as if they wanted to engrave all his movements into their hearts.

I don't know how long it took, but the middle-aged strong man sent the sword embryo in his hand into the ice water.

A somewhat shrill sound rang out suddenly, and a thick white smoke floated up from the water, enveloping everyone in it.

"Haha......"

When the smoke cleared, the middle-aged strong man raised the long sword in his hand and looked at the sun above his head, his face full of satisfied smiles.

"Master, you have struck another good sword. A young man shouted.

The middle-aged strong man slowly restrained the smile on his face, and he said in a deep voice: "It's just that an embryo has been refined, what's all the fuss." He said slowly, "The next thing is the most important." ”

"Yes. Although the young man was reprimanded, there was not the slightest frustration on his face, but his eyes lit up, and he said, "Master, are you going to leave a spirit mark on the sword now?"

Hearing this, all the teenagers here had their eyes shining, and even their breathing became short.

The middle-aged strong man laughed and said, "Okay, I'm in a good mood for the teacher today, so I'll show you a demonstration." ”

He walked over to the table with his sword and pulled out a special short needle from his toolbox. Taking a deep breath, a powerful aura surged from his body, and an inch of light appeared on the short needle.

Everyone's eyes widened, silently waiting for his next move.

The middle-aged strong man's hand moved suddenly, and the steady arms flew up and down at this moment, and the inch long light kept sweeping on the sword.

Gradually, a fine bead of sweat oozed from his forehead, as if it was a rather physically demanding thing to do.

After a full hour, he let out a long breath and finally withdrew the short needle.

Although the long sword looked the same as it was just now, everyone here knew that there was already something more on the long sword.

"Master, your strength is getting stronger and stronger. The young man who spoke earlier said happily: "Successfully inscribed the spirit pattern in one go, this is definitely a cultivation close to the level of a martial artist." ”

The middle-aged strong man nodded slightly, but then sighed and said, "Although it is a step away, if you want to step out, it is very difficult." With a sigh of emotion, he said: "Forget it, don't talk about this, you take a closer look at this sword, and in a few days, you will go to ask Master Zhang to palm your eyes and see if you can infuse this sword with spirit." ”

The eyes of everyone in the room became brighter and brighter, and the young man said, "Master, if Master Zhang can infuse this sword with spirit, then the value of this sword can at least ten times great." ”

The middle-aged strong man smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I hope Master Zhang can make a move, but it all depends on his mood." He shook his head and said, "It's a pity that there are no spiritual priests in our village, otherwise it would be ......."

He sighed, threw his sword on the platform, and turned away.

All the teenagers bowed down to send him out, and only after his back was all gone, did they rush to the sword. One by one, they picked up their long swords, carefully stroking and watching as if they were passing on a rare treasure.

Eventually, the sword fell into the hands of a thinner boy.

He took the sword, his wrist sinking slightly, as if he had underestimated its weight.

"Hmph, Senior Brother Chengfeng, be careful. A young man said dissatisfiedly: "This is a weapon carefully crafted by the master, and it is a sharp weapon that can be infused with spirits, don't smash it." ”

"Yes. The boy bowed his head and replied respectfully.

It's just that no one saw that there was not the slightest change in his lowered gaze. The young man's reprimand was like going in and out of the left ear, and it didn't leave any trace in his heart.

His eyes flashed with a gleam that was not appropriate for his age, and his hands gripping the hilt of his sword trembled slightly.

This was not because he was scared or excited, but because he was injecting his true qi into the long sword, and quietly experiencing the subtle changes attached to it.

"Hey, look at Chengfeng, you dare to use your true qi to instill a long sword......"

"I don't think I can do it, just by virtue of his first-level qigong, he wants to instill true qi into the sharp weapon, hmph, he thinks that his master is still those senior brothers. ”

"After five years of cultivation, Qigong cultivation is still a layer, and I am really ashamed to be with him. ”

"Shhh ”

"Just because he's a coward, how dare ......"

Whispers rang out from everyone's mouths, although they deliberately lowered their voices and did not make loud noises, but the people here have been together for several years, how can they not know the reason.

There were a few young people with unkind faces, and their eyes at Ying Chengfeng couldn't help but be a little contemptuous. It's just that the master had explained before leaving, so before he put down the long sword, no one really stepped forward to interfere.

After a full quarter of an hour, Ying Chengfeng finally put down the long sword in his hand, he gasped softly, and said, "Senior brothers, there are still some trivial matters to be done in the junior brother's family, so I will leave first." With that, he bowed slightly to the crowd and turned to leave.

"Hmph, there's something going on at home...... It's just that you want to be lazy. A young man muttered discontentedly.

The young man at the head frowned slightly, and secretly said in his heart, his cousin's physique is not suitable for continuing to cultivate, and if he is forced to go down, he is afraid that it will be a curse rather than a blessing. However, this cousin is quite stubborn, and how can he persuade him so as not to hurt his self-esteem.

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Ying Chengfeng Shi Ran walked out of the house and walked towards the mountain outside the village.

Naturally, he listened to the discussion of everyone in the room just now, but these words did not cause the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

After a few bends, his feet slowly picked up, and it got faster and faster. He walked along the river, and after running for a mile, he stopped.

Here, there is a quiet waterhole, and on the edge of the waterhole, there is an abandoned house.

The house was originally an ironsmith shop, and it is said that it was the place where my uncle forged ironwork when he was young. Later, my uncle joined the Daoist Sect and became a disciple, so he gave up this place.

Today, this place is his secret cabin.

In fact, his parents and uncle knew that he loved to come here to play.

If it was changed to other disciples of my uncle, I am afraid that he would have been scolded for a long time. But after all, he and his uncle have a continuous blood relationship, so his uncle turned a blind eye, pretending not to know, and tacitly acquiesced in the ownership of this place.

After a long time, there was indeed no one else here except him.

After lingering in the house for a moment, Ying Chengfeng pulled out a long sword from a hole.

Silently looking at this long sword, after a long time, Ying Chengfeng smiled bitterly, and said to himself: "Long sword, long sword, it only takes three days for my uncle to forge one, and it took me two months to refine you." ”

If the middle-aged man and his son were here, they would have been shocked. Because the long sword in Ying Chengfeng's hand turned out to be forged by him alone. Moreover, this longsword was almost the same as the longsword they had worked so hard to build, and even a little higher in quality.

Although it took several times longer to ride the wind, it was because of the small strength of others. If he also had the strength of a middle-aged strong man, then it would definitely not take too long to forge this long sword.

Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded in his head.

"Chengfeng, you don't have to be discouraged, I am optimistic about your potential, and I will definitely be able to far surpass him. ”

The corners of Ying Chengfeng's mouth crossed a slight arc, and he secretly said in his heart: "Zhiling, I know, with your help, it is only a matter of time before I surpass him." ”

His lips didn't move, only the thought was spinning in his heart, but the other party seemed to have understood, and responded: "What do you want to learn now, do you want to leave that special spirit pattern on the long sword?"

Ying Chengfeng clapped his hands and admired, and said secretly: "Zhiling, you guessed accurately." Hehe, have you recorded the spirit pattern on it?"

"Of course, there is no difference in the guarantee. There was a hint of pride in his voice, and he said, "As long as I scan something, I will never forget it." ”

"Okay, then ......" Ying Chengfeng's eyes flashed, and said, "Let's start." ”

He took out the same short needle from his arms, and all the true qi in his body was running, and a trace of it was poured into the short needle, and the half inch of light reappeared.

ps: It's the nth time to open a new book.,It's still the same as before.,I hope to get everyone's support.,Thank you.。

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