Su gradually followed the master and the king blacksmith into the Zangfeng Pavilion. When he stepped through www.biquge.info the door, he suddenly felt like he was falling into a fire hell. When he was outside the house just now, Su gradually still felt hot. When I came in, the scorching heat made it difficult to breathe.

However, he didn't expect that he was just casually talking about it, and the master and his old man would actually go out in person to find a sword for him here.

"My name is Wang Sheng. ”

The strong man glanced at Su Yan intentionally or unintentionally, and seemed to be a little puzzled, why the Chess Saint would come to the Zangfeng Pavilion in person for him.

Su gradually began to meditate while being amazed that these people could still handle it calmly at such a temperature, without even sweating a little.

His realm was instantly elevated to the initial realm of materialization, and then, Su gradually put two fingers in his lips and breathed a sigh.

A bone-chilling chill instantly filled his body.

Su gradually felt like sitting in late autumn, and it was extremely cool.

Wang Sheng suddenly glanced back at Su Yan, a little surprised, but didn't say anything.

Su gradually put down his hand, but he was also very surprised.

He had thought that there were a lot of stoves in the Zangfeng Pavilion.

In fact, there is only one stove in the Zangfeng Pavilion.

A furnace as huge as a crater.

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In White Deer Academy, there are often some places that are very strange.

For example, sitting on the forgotten building.

From the outside, the building is indeed very large. However, when you enter the building, you will find that its interior seems to be larger. Looking forward from the doorway, you can barely see the other side of the building, and it seems that they are a few blocks away from each other.

The grass house of the chess master looks low and dilapidated, but when you get closer to the grass house, it is extremely spacious.

The same is true of this Zangfeng Pavilion. From the outside, Zangfeng Pavilion looked like an ordinary room, but after walking in, it could be found that the space seemed to have expanded dozens of times. And the furnace in the middle is incomparably huge, like a volcanic crater. As the tongues of fire danced, the scene above was violently distorted and daunting. The iron juice that flows from the gates in the shape of several dragons flows down the channels in different directions, forming a magnificent and rough pattern on the ground.

What surprised Su gradually even more was the several giant swords hanging above the forge.

The greatsword is divided into four, and they are not so much swords as they are huge iron pillars. The greatswords reflected a fiery glow in the firelight, while the other end was held in place by thicker chains, tightly attached to the walls.

It was not so much that Su gradually was surprised, but that he was shocked, shocked and speechless.

But why were these greatswords created? If anyone could hold them, they would be no more than a rabbit and an elephant in size. If it's not for someone, then why spend energy and materials to create something like that?

Wang Sheng did not introduce these giant swords to Su Yan. He took Su gradually to a corner, pointed to a pile of silk scrolls on the table, and said, "Look at it, if you like it, I'll help you fight it." ”

Su gradually found a hint of playfulness in the other party's eyes. He didn't think too much about it, picked one up, and slowly spread it out.

At first, it was a blank space, but there was a faint chill.

Su was stunned and remembered the books in the building.

He began to be cautious and continued to spread.

The chill grew stronger and more cheerful, and it became more cold and gloomy. Starting from the hilt of the sword, to the sword, to the blade, the chill gradually became extremely sharp, and it reached Su Jian's hands, as if a sword was gently stabbing Su Jian's hands.

Suddenly, the tip of the sword was revealed.

A powerful sword intent burst out!

Figure poor!

Sword Present!

Su gradually concentrated all his mental power, and in an instant, he raised the realm to the materialized upper realm.

The sword intent suddenly turned into a gentle wind in front of his eyes, blowing away a few strands of his hair, and dissipated silently.

Looking at the sword, Su gradually felt very interesting.

But he quickly put the scroll away.

Wang Sheng showed a look of admiration and satisfaction, and said lightly: "This kid is really a little good. ”

Su gradually ignored the other party's compliment.

He opened many scrolls in a row.

The sword in the scroll is not very delicate and beautiful, but it has an awe-inspiring sword intent and restrained.

What Su gradually wanted to choose was not a certain sword, but a certain kind of sword intent.

The sword intent is like a human, some are gentle, some are violent, some are ruthless, and some are indomitable.

It's just that Su gradually didn't find the sword he wanted. It is undeniable that these are strong sword intents. If you want to fuse these sword intents into your own sword, maybe it will be very strong, stronger than Li Jundu.

But Su gradually didn't want to do this. Because his sword can't be stronger than Li Jun.

The sword he wants has to be the strongest.

Wang Sheng saw that Su gradually opened several scrolls in a row, but his face still did not change, and the little admiration at the beginning gradually turned into solemnity.

He looked at it for a long time, and saw that Su gradually opened one and closed another, and so on, after watching dozens of sword intents in a row, he was still expressionless, and couldn't help but wonder: "Isn't there anything you like in these swords?"

Not to mention making a decision, Su gradually did not even show hesitation or difficulty in making a choice. It was as if these sword intents had no attraction at all for him.

Su gradually nodded and said seriously, "I don't like these swords very much. ”

Wang Sheng had never seen such a teenager. In the past, students would come here begging him to forge their swords, and then impatiently choose what they thought was the best, or they would be confused about which one to choose among these scrolls. However, in Su Yan's eyes, these swords couldn't enter his eyes, and Wang Sheng couldn't help but be dissatisfied: "Then what do you want?"

Su gradually thought about it very seriously, and Feng Qingyuan, who had been silent on the side, suddenly said, "At least, it must be like a cold ripple." ”

Wang Sheng stumbled and almost fell to the ground. What?

When did this old gentleman start to like to joke about people too?

Although Feng Qingyuan's tone was a little joking and discussed, as if he was saying to the meat seller, "At least it can't be worse than pork belly", but he didn't mean to joke at all.

"As for my apprentice, there is no other benefit, but there is one thing, that is, talented......"

Su gradually put down the book in his hand with some weakness, tugged at the clothes of the chess saint, and whispered, "Master, is it over?"

"It's okay, the teacher said that you are talented, and you are talented. ”

Feng Qingyuan said again: "So the sword he uses can't be worse than Han Lian." ”

Su gradually listened to the conversation between Feng Qingyuan and Wang Sheng, but in fact, his mind had drifted to another place-he was thinking about Chu Kuo.

Su gradually knew that the name of the sword was Han Lian, but he didn't know why Chu Kuo had such a sword. The sword is a very sword, and a person must also be an extraordinary person. Li Jundu is a person from Ghost Island, who has the extraordinary talent of the Qiyao Star Vein, and in Yunjing, he is among the younger generation. Chu Kuo once made a very harsh evaluation of Li Jundu's talent, "Is the Qiyao Star Vein amazing", this sentence has always been buried deep in Su Yan's heart. Now it seems that Chu Kuo's talent is even stronger than Li Jundu?

As his name suggests, Wang Shengren shouted like a bell: "Dean, what are you kidding, I can't make it." ”

Su gradually covered his ears and frowned at the remaining scrolls on the table.

Leaving aside these scrolled swords, none of them can be eyed by him, even if he has the heart to fight a sword, how long will it take?

Many people believe that a sword can be made by shaping the metal and clanging on the anvil. In fact, a sword has to go through a long period of time from design, molding, material selection, to forging, quenching, and so on. If it is a famous sword, it is a project that has lasted for many years.

Su gradually thought that in a few days, he would have to help Luo Ling and them steal the antidote to the Winter Pill, if there was no weapon at hand, it was possible to lose his life in the Crow Division. If you really want to do everything you can like in the White Deer Festival, even if you disfigure yourself, it is not unimaginable to reveal your identity. After all, everyone now knows that the genius who continuously revealed the four cultivation methods of sword master, intention master, talisman master, and martial arts cultivation at the White Deer Festival was the third son of the Su family.

"I'll pick a pick. ”

Su gradually frowned and looked into the air in all directions.

Zangfeng Pavilion is the metallurgical wrought iron place of Bailu Academy, which is worthy of its name and hides the edge of the academy. The walls here are covered with countless wooden shelves, and all kinds of weapons are placed on them, which is dizzying. Su gradually frowned and looked at it for a long time, but he didn't find the sword he liked.

Wang Sheng asked, "What kind of sword do you want, I recommend it to you?"

Su Yan's eyes lit up. Indeed, if you want to talk about the knowledge of these swords, who else has more say than Wang Sheng?

His request is also very simple: "Low-key, sharp, preferably the kind that no one has ever seen and no one knows, is there?"

Wang Sheng muttered, "Low-key, sharp, are you going to rob the road?"

said that, after all, he is the disciple of the vice president, although Wang Sheng has been slandered, he still has a hard head. Watching his figure disappear on the other side of the stove, Su gradually faintly looked forward to it.

Feng Qingyuan fiddled with the scrolls on the table, and his eyes lit up with nostalgia from time to time. It was the first time Su Yan saw him show such an expression, and while he was curious, he also felt a little sadness on his body.

"Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

Feng Qingyuan smiled reluctantly, pointed to these scrolls, and said astringently, "These were painted by your uncle." ”

Su gradually froze in place, looking at at the at least sixty scrolls on the table, shocked.

Su gradually looked down on these swords, but it didn't mean that he couldn't see their value. The reason why he can't look down on it is because the swords he needs should be low-key and sharp, because he needs to hide his identity, although these swords are still only patterns in the scroll, Su Yan can fully feel the sword intent in them, and he can completely imagine that if these swords can be created, any one of them will be peerless divine weapons.

However, the design drawings of these swords are actually from the same person, and that person is his own uncle!

Su gradually was shocked, but only felt extremely proud.

"Uncle Shi...... My uncle?"

Feng Qingyuan sighed rarely, and the remembrance and pain in his eyes became more and more profound. Su gradually hurriedly moved a stool for him and served him to sit down. At this moment, in Su Yan's eyes, Feng Qingyuan was not the vice president of the White Deer Academy, not the chess saint, not a cultivator, but an old man full of regrets.

"Your uncle is the most talented person since the establishment of the academy. His poetry, writing, etiquette and music are undoubtedly not proficient, and he is strong in all aspects of martial arts cultivation, nothing can stump him, and no one can defeat him, except himself. It's just that he went astray back then, and in the end the world made a fuss, and now he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, or where he is. ”

The old man didn't say any more, he just looked at the scrolls and lost his mind, oozing with some loneliness and loneliness from the inside out.

After a long while, Wang Sheng finally returned. He held a sandalwood sword box, his expression was very solemn, and he walked very solemnly, as if he was performing a solemn ceremony.

"This sword is called Mo Li, and the other other Yue is a male and female pair. It's just that now that's the only thing left. ”

Su gradually asked curiously: "Don't Moon Sword, where did it go?"

Wang Sheng didn't answer, I don't know if he didn't know, or he didn't want to answer. He silently put away all the scrolls on the table, and then gently placed the sword case on the table.

The few yellow talismans sealed on the sword case had gone through the years, and now they had become fragile and decrepit, and from the seal formed by the yellow talismans, there was a faint aura oozing out, which made people feel related.

Wang Sheng put down the sword box and stepped aside. Strangely, there was a sense of nostalgia in his eyes.

Su gradually looked at the two of them who had become so strange, and felt inexplicably sentimental. He solemnly twisted the corner of the yellow talisman, and there was a fluctuation from the yellow talisman, and then it disappeared weakly. Out of nowhere, a fresh breeze rose, and the powder that the yellow fu shattered into instantly blew into sand.

The breath swelled suddenly, as if it was suddenly free and joyful.

It burrowed into Su's fingers. Su gradually trembled his fingers, subconsciously wanting to suppress it.

At the same time, however, he felt a sense of sadness.

Strong longing, intense sorrow, overflowed from the sword box.

Su was gradually infected by that breath and couldn't help but sigh.

Su gradually opened the sword box and saw the sword inside. The sword was hidden in Kuroki's scabbard, and the hilt seemed to be made of black jade, making it cold to the touch. Su gradually held it in his hand nervously and slowly pulled it out, but what he saw was a black sword body.

This sword body should be metal, but it is so black that it does not see any impurities, nor does it reflect a little light, since it does not reflect light, the surface of the sword body should be rough, but the sword body is extremely smooth. Su gradually is now in the materialization realm, his body is protected by the vitality of heaven and earth and telekinesis, and when he wiped the sword body, he was still inadvertently cut through a layer of skin.

Wang Sheng said proudly: "This is the last sword and the best sword made by Uncle Shi, how do you feel?"

Su gradually rubbed the sword body, and the expression in his eyes was focused.

The old man suddenly said, "My apprentice asked you to find a low-key one, what do you mean by that?"

"It's already very low-key, and since it was built, no one has seen it except us. It never even came out of the Zangfeng Pavilion......"

The old man ignored Wang Sheng's complaints, and turned his face to Su gradually as if he was asking about his lovely grandson, "Do you like it?"

Su gradually put the Moli sword back into the sheath and nodded.

He held the sword in his hand and was glad in his heart.

Because it was the first time he had held a sword.

Because this is his first sword.