There are mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles, and legend has it that there is a fire from heaven, so the mountain springs and rocks here are very suitable for tempering weapons.

Ou Yezi's sword house has a peculiar shape, it is made of countless stones, and from a distance, it looks like a sharp sword, straight into the ground.

The gate was open, and in the courtyard a child was sitting opposite a young man, and on a stone table in the middle was a clay jar.

The two of them stared at the jar in a daze, their faces showing a bit of sadness.

"Does Ouye's predecessor live here?" Standing at the famous door, Xuan Qing said.

Hearing this, the two of them turned their heads together, and the young man's eyes swept coldly, and then he got up. "Master is not a guest, I am his apprentice Ning Cheng, tell me if you have something......"

"I want to ask my seniors to forge a sword ......," Xuan Qing said.

Before he finished speaking, he saw that the man shook his hand and looked impatient.

"Let's go!"

After that, he turned to look at the boy and muttered, "Another one who asks for a sword...... Annoyed ......"

From the young man's tone, he could tell that he was not the only one who came to Master Ouye.

Suffered a cold reception. Xuan Qing's figure didn't move, he took out the money bag in his arms, and stepped forward:

"This is twenty taels of silver, please pass it on to my seniors, I really need a sword......"

Ning Cheng raised his eyebrows, didn't look at it, waved his hand and brushed the money bag to the ground, and silver ingots rolled out of the bag and scattered around Xuanqing.

The inexplicable cold reception made Xuan Qing a little annoyed, but he still held back.

Letting Ou Yezi fight the sword was the fastest way, and Xuan Qing's physical state did not allow him to wait too long.

Xuan Qing hesitated in place, thinking about how to solve the embarrassing situation, and left without even seeing the swordsmith, he was really unwilling.

Ning Cheng saw that he didn't leave, so he roared a few more times.

Seeing that Xuan Qing still didn't move, the man looked at him, his eyes suddenly lit up, and asked:

"How old are you?"

"XVI. ”

"You haven't married a wife yet, have you?"

"Nonsense. ”

Ning Cheng smiled gloomily, threw out a dagger, and landed at Xuan Qing's feet with a loud bang.

"Forging a sword can ...... Donate the blood of the male man to ......"

"Yang Nan's blood?" Xuan Qing was stunned.

Yang Nan is a man between the ages of twelve and sixteen who has not done the things of men and women, and it is rumored that the blood of Yang Nan can help Yang Qi increase the effect, and is often used as medicine by the immortals. Xuan Qing is sixteen years old this year, and he is not short of the blood of this yang man.

Looking at the dagger on the ground, it was a silver dagger half a foot long, extremely sharp.

"How much?" asked Xuan Qing.

Ning Cheng's gaze flickered and landed on the clay pot on the stone table. The jar was the size of a man's head, and if the jar was filled with blood, the man would be crippled if he did not die.

The air froze suddenly, and no one spoke.

After waiting for a while, Xiao Tong came over and said to Xuan Qing:

"Grandpa Chongguan needs Yang male blood, but he can't bear to mutilate living beings. I wanted to get it from the sword seeker, and many people ran away as soon as they heard it......"

Xuan Qing suddenly realized, it turned out that this was the reason why Ou Yezi refused to cast the sword.

He looked at the huge clay pot and breathed a deep sigh.

Ning Cheng was impatient, and sneered: "If you're afraid, get out of here if you're afraid!"

After saying that, I didn't look at him anymore. Xuan Qing slowly bent down and picked up the dagger.

This action, although it was extremely simple, attracted the attention of the young man, he didn't expect this young man to want to sacrifice the blood of the yang man regardless of life and death!!

"When the blood is full, will my predecessors really help me forge a sword?"

"Of course. Ning Cheng flattened his mouth.

Without hesitation, Xuan Qing rolled up his sleeves, clenched the dagger, and slashed at his wrist.

Ning Cheng obviously didn't expect him to make such a move, and immediately changed his face, and held the clay pot with both hands with a flattering face, ready to receive blood.

"Wait. ”

Xuan Qing was about to cut his wrist, but he heard an old voice coming.

Turning his head, he saw a white-haired and scorched old man standing at the door of the inner house. The old man was dressed in cloth and walked slowly, giving people a feeling that the oil was running out.

Ning Cheng and Xiao Tong got up one after another. Judging from their solemn demeanor, this person must be Ou Yezi.

Ou Yezi ignored their gaze and walked straight towards Xuan Qing, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Young man, why do you donate blood to the old man?"

Xuan Qing also stood up at this time, and said with a resolute gaze: "Please ask the seniors to cast the sword." ”

He didn't answer any mud and water, but made Ou Yezi secretly praise in his heart.

“...... The old man is approaching the limit, if he can't pass the pass, the sword must not be cast. ......”

"Now there are two options, one is to drop the blood in a clay pot, which is enough to save you from worrying about your life. However, this blood only has a 30% chance when I rush through the level.

The other is that you go to the blood dripping table with me, how much the old man uses, how much you take, because the blood is fresh and sufficient, the success rate can reach ninety...... It's just that you can die of blood loss at any time, and you have to endure the pain of regression. ”

Ou Yezi looked at Xuan Qing and said lightly: "Of course, you can also choose to leave, and the old man will never stop you." ”

The surroundings fell silent for a moment, and Xuan Qing was silent.

"The old man has never been strong, and now it's too late to regret it. As for forging a sword, when you succeed in rushing through the level, you will still be cast and sent to you...... Maybe a little longer, maybe half a year, maybe a year. ”

He couldn't wait that long, the effect of the Soul Star Herb was only seven days, and now two days had passed. He must get the sword as soon as possible:

"But once you die, what is there to fear!"

As soon as these words came out, the people present were shocked a lot.

A teenager has such a fearless spirit of life and death, Ou Yezi suddenly has a little admiration in his heart.

"Why don't you take blood tomorrow?"

Xuan Qing waved his hand to interrupt and said awe-inspiringly, "Just today." ”

Ou Yezi was stunned, and then nodded in agreement.

Xuanqing followed Ou Yezi to the blood dripping platform, and Ning Cheng and his grandson Zhuang Zhuang were protecting the Dharma outside.

The blood dripping table is in Ouyezi's secret room, five feet high, and it is shaped like a spinning wheel talisman.

Xuan Qing was placed in the blood dripping mouth in the southwest corner, and in the center of the blood dripping platform, Ou Yezi sat cross-legged, and after twisting a few law decisions, he pointed forward:

The red light flashed, and the dripping table spun around, making a gurgling sound.

Listening to the sound of the gossip table turning, Xuan Qing's eyes were cold. Hold the dagger tightly and prepare to slit your wrist.

Ou Yezi held a peachwood sword, sat in the center of the gossip, turned into a talisman, and with a pop, the runes in the charcoal basin burned, and the flames burst out half a person high.

"Let's go!"

The dagger flashed cold, Xuan Qing did not hesitate to slash his wrist, and after a sharp pain, the blood fell into the blood mouth little by little.

It converged into a small stream and flowed into the stone ditch on the Bagua Pan, and the original black-green ditch gradually turned dark red.

"Gollum. ”

The gossip dripping table continued to rotate, and the blood was dripping and flowing.

Half an hour passed, Xuan Qing's face began to turn pale, he fought hard, gritted his teeth and persevered.

With a sudden shake of his feet, he shivered and couldn't help biting his lip fiercely. In a trance, I remembered Ou Yezi's warning, and I must not fall asleep, but after losing blood, my body gradually became sluggish.

He bit his lip tightly, and blood spread from his lips.

Don't be sleepy!

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, Xuan Qing's breathing became slower and slower, and the smell of blood on his mouth became stronger and stronger.

He turned his internal breath around, frantically adjusted the true qi in the collective, and ran into the bloodline, constantly filling, transforming into a moist mist, gathering into the bloodline.

The moisture in the veins became heavier and heavier, fighting against the distress caused by the attack, and after a while, Xuanqing's mental power returned to normal and was no longer so sleepy.

Suddenly, his body shook, and he felt that something had penetrated into the sea of knowledge.

Xuan Qing felt it carefully, and it turned out to be a white spot the size of a grape seed. The white dots rolled, and a powerful hurricane quickly set off, and the air currents in the sea were violently converging towards the small dots, and as the speed increased, Xuan Qing felt that his hands and feet began to disobey the call!

"Yang blood regurgitation!"

Xuan Qing quickly realized the horror of this little dot: it was an energy ball conjured by a spell of yang blood, which would enter the mind of the blood donor and counterattack, once the counterattack was successful, he and Ou Yezi would go mad and become a living puppet!

"No!!"

Xuan Qing flatly refused. He will never allow himself to be a puppet, never!

However, the little dot was constantly enlarged, hovering and whistling in the sea of consciousness, sucking his mind furiously.

Xuan Qing immediately turned around his true qi, and chose a trace of relatively strong one, which was directly transferred into his mind, forming a snake-like silk satin of true qi. The silk satin circled, trying to find the direction of the white dot, and suddenly the surroundings lit up, and the dot was finally captured by the true qi silk.

He secretly took a breath, blasted out a cloud of true qi and rushed up to his brain, locking the small dot so that it could not move, and quickly wrapped it. Where is the white dot willing to comply, first tried his best to resist, and struggled to shake it off, but fortunately, Xuanqing's willpower was strong, and he mobilized the true qi silk over and over again to wrap it, and finally trapped it, and finally struggled to shake it off.

"Go!"

The dot that was coerced by true qi was suddenly thrown out!

It's back to business as usual!

Xuan Qing breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt more relaxed than ever after solving the backlash.

When he opened his eyes again, the blood on the gossip platform turned into a blood mist, lingering around Ou Yezi, and he slowly inhaled it.

Click.

A voice came, and the gossip wheel stopped turning. Ou Yezi also stopped absorbing, and at this time his face gradually became ruddy, and his white hair gradually turned black as ink from bottom to top.

Ou Yezi suddenly opened his eyes, and couldn't hold back a burst of ecstasy: "It's done!"

The large amount of blood loss had already made Xuan Qing's mind a little dazed, and when he heard Ou Yezi's words, the corners of his mouth grinned slightly, outlining a weak smile.

It's finally done, and it's all in vain!