[Chapter Word Count:2350Last Updated:2014-12-0416:47:47.0]

In the smelting kiln hut, Wan Yezi had woken up.

Lie Rui has been working on his fire poison for more than ten years, and he doesn't have the means to cure it, but he has already been able to control the symptoms of his fire poison attack. During this period, Old Man Wan often secretly hid from his apprentices to strike iron, and as soon as the fire poison broke out, he found Lie Rui, an old friend. For this reason, Lie Rui scolded him a lot, every time Old Man Wan grinned and dealt with the nagging of his old friend, and repeatedly promised that he would never do it again in the future. But this time, as soon as Old Man Wan woke up, he was impatient to rush out of the house.

"Give me a good night's sleep!" Lie Rui pressed his chest and glared angrily: "You are against you! You old thing, can you still get close to the kiln fire now?

"Brother Rui, you don't understand!" Wan Yezi looked very anxious: "This time is different! You let go, let me go first! As long as this work is completed, I will die blindly!"

"Finish the fart! With your physical condition, play for another five minutes to make sure you're done with your life!"

Wan Yezi didn't listen to persuasion this time, and arrogantly pushed Lie Rui away. He has much more strength than Lie Rui, where can he stop him? Wan Yezi looked at his old friend with some apologies.

Lie Rui said angrily: "If you dare to go out of this door today, don't come to me again after a fire and poison attack!"

"Go back, brother, and plead guilty to your brother again! I must explain it to you, I don't have time now! Then, that machine spirit is going to disperse!" As he spoke, he didn't care about Lie Rui, and hurriedly ran towards the door, but there was a stumbling under his feet, obviously just controlling the fire poison, and his body was extremely weak at this time.

Lie Rui still wanted to persuade him, but when he saw that he had already rushed out of the door, he was so angry that he blew his beard and glared at him: "Okay, you old thing, don't pull it down, Lao Tzu is gone! Out of sight and out of mind!"

There was a large group of disciples and grandchildren around the door, all of whom wanted to stop him, but when they saw Wan Yezi's iron face, no one dared to come.

I saw him hurrying towards the forging furnace in the deepest part of the cave, and all the disciples and grandchildren had to follow behind their butts.

As soon as he walked into the depths of the largest refining kiln, the kiln was empty, and a long sword with a golden jade glow all over his body lay quietly on the iron pier.

This is clearly already a finished product.

Wan Yezi was stunned for a moment, then rushed over in three steps and two steps, picked up the long sword and took a closer look.

Oh, my God...... This is?!

From the streamer on this sword, as well as the rich spiritual power felt from that sword, Wan Yezi, who used to be an apprentice of a refiner, had a lot of knowledge, and instantly judged that this was definitely a medium-grade magic weapon!

That's impossible!

Wan Yezi clearly remembered that when he fainted from the fire poison attack, this magic sword was still in an unfinished state, his original goal was to create a low-grade magic weapon, which was only half of the creation, and the super level of play plus this perfect material had just brewed his sword soul! What's more, how could it be possible to forcibly upgrade this magic weapon to a higher level and turn it into a medium-grade magic weapon on the basis of what he was already half-formed?! This method is countless times more difficult than directly creating a medium-grade magic weapon!

Besides, this is not my own refining technique!

Look at the body of this sword, the whole body is like jade, and when your fingers tap on it, you can faintly hear the echo of the forging tool!

Ten light one heavy, ten light one heavy...... Sink into the sword like a soul note!

This is, sound strike!

Wan Yezi was stunned.

In the way of refining, there are countless forging techniques that are much more sophisticated than the sound striking method, but this is definitely one of the most difficult techniques! Because it does not require the refiner to have strong internal strength or strength, and the hand strength of ordinary people can reach the standard, but the requirements for the refiner's basic skills and techniques are very high, and it is completely so high that Wan Yezi does not dare to imagine it at all! That is the realm of the real 'Dao'! I only remember that when he used to learn the way of refining weapons in the Xianyun Sect, there were only a handful of people in the entire sect who could master this technique! All of them are the elders of the refining room! They are the supreme techniques that those big people use to practice their hands and exercise their foundations!

Which sect elder is it, or is it the ancestral master?! Is it the ancestral master who remembered me, the outcast disciple of the sect, and the immortal drove here to come?

"Who did it?!" Wan Yezi asked almost frantically.

"Isn't this, master, beaten by you?" said an apprentice next to him cautiously.

"It's not me! Who else but me...... No, who else has ever entered this furnace?"

A group of disciples and disciples looked at each other with big eyes, and they all ran to worry about Wan Yezi's fire poison injury just now, who still noticed this.

After looking at it for a long time, I heard a laughing voice sounding at the mouth of the cave: "I see it! I see it!"

Han Gou, who was originally an orphan in the town, was taken in by Wan Yezi, and usually wandered around in this smelting kiln. All day long, Han Xixi's smirk, nothing. Just now, all the disciples and grandchildren ran to care about Wan Yezi, and it was only this Han'er, who didn't understand what was going on, and still stayed by this refining kiln and wandered around.

Wan Yezi's eyes were like torches: "Xiao Han, what did you see?"

"I saw a man striking iron here!

Wan Yezi said excitedly: "He, what is he like?

Han'er thought for a long time: "He has two eyes, a nose, and a mouth!"

"......" Wan Yezi immediately realized that he had asked the wrong person: "Is he full of white beards?" and wearing a white robe?" He clearly remembered the appearance of his ancestor.

"No beard! No!" Han'er thought for a long time: "I have seen him in the town before, he is a child! No, no, no, no, he has grown up, and he is taller than me!"

"Huh?" Wan Yezi felt that his brain was a little insufficient, but he believed in Hangou very much, although this Han'er was simple, he never lied, and he had a good memory, but in some ways he was not simple.

The child has also seen it in the town? That should be Han'er's age when he was wandering in the town, and he said that he was taller than him when he grew up, and he thought that he was about the same age as Han'er, and he was only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he was still a teenager in the town......

Sigh...... This conclusion made Wan Yezi a little difficult to accept. A seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy from Nan'an Town, who knew how to sound and hit the magic refiner, and he was able to refine this medium-grade magic weapon in a few minutes? This is also too appalling. I haven't heard of such a genius in the town! Such a method can already be directly courtesy of the Immortal Cloud Sect to enter the inner gate and become an elder of the refining room!

"Did he see you, did he say anything to you?" Wan Yezi asked tentatively.

Hangou pursed his mouth: "I want him to play with me, he said I'm too naïve, tell me to play by myself!" and then leave!" Han'er pointed out the direction of the refining kiln.

Wan Yezi hurriedly picked up his sword and led everyone to chase him out, but where could he still find anyone? He sighed for a long time, and suddenly ordered: "Dahai, you will live in the town from today with Han'er...... Han'er will definitely be able to recognize it!"

Yu Dahai was his eldest apprentice, and asked cautiously, "Is the master going to accept apprentices again?"

Wan Yezi shook his head and scolded: "Accept your mother's apprentice! Lao Tzu wants to apprentice!"

The disciples looked at their master dumbfounded.

Apprenticeship: Your own master, worship a boy who is said to be seventeen or eighteen years old as a teacher?

I only listened to Wan Yezi's extremely angry explanation: "If you find someone, you give me politeness and be careful, no, no, no! None of you cubs know how to be polite, don't alarm people when you find someone, come back and tell the old man, I will personally come to the door to ask to see you!"