"Phew, phew, I'm really unlucky today, how could I meet this killing god!"

Pan Feng looked at the direction of the Long's blacksmith shop with palpitations, and said hatefully. [Ran^Text^Library] []

"Kill God, what kill God, what's going on, tell me quickly!"

Fang Dazhi heard Pan Feng's mindless words, and he was even more puzzled, and couldn't help but ask quickly. His brother is still inside, and he won't give up if he doesn't understand the situation. Zhou Yang, a mad tiger, is not only from the same small mansion as himself, but also a brother with a similar temperament to him, Fang Dazhi doesn't want him to have any trouble.

Originally, I thought it was just an inconspicuous small blacksmith shop, even if what Du Yuan said was a little strange, it was not enough on the territory of the Holy Hall. However, hearing Pan Feng's tone, it didn't seem to be as simple as he imagined. Therefore, Fang Dazhi and the others were a little panicked.

"I ...... I've heard my brother talk about ......" Pan Feng shuddered, mentioning his brother, as if he had calmed down a little, and began to stop stammering, telling the ins and outs of the matter.

It turned out that this Long's blacksmith shop had been open in Fengle City for I don't know how many years. Anyway, Pan Feng's elder brother's senior brother had already discovered this dilapidated blacksmith shop in Dongcheng.

The old man seems to have never changed, since the first day of his discovery, the old man is so old, and so majestic, not old. By now, the outer disciples of the Holy Hall had long since become the inner disciples, the old man was still an old man, and the blacksmith shop was still the dilapidated blacksmith shop that had not changed any changes.

After discovering the peculiarity of this old man who claimed to be Long, some Templar disciples, including the martial artists of Fengle City, also investigated one after another.

However, the more he investigated, the more mysterious the old man became.

When striking iron, it emits a sinking artistic conception, no matter how high the skill is, it cannot extricate itself, unless it overcomes his own dreams, or the old man stops the hammer.

The old man's face was forever clear, and he had never seen him cultivate. It's just that he has been hammering in the blacksmith shop year after year, and I haven't seen him buy forged equipment.

After someone found out about this fact, there was news that the old man was a hidden master.

This news spread faster and faster, and became more and more bizarre, and in just a few days, it became a hot news in Fengle City.

Since then, the blacksmith shop has been restless, and there is an endless stream of warriors who come to observe it every day.

There are those who are provocative, there are those who want to challenge and become famous, and there are those who really want to understand some martial arts experience from this artistic conception.

Among them was a disciple of the outer sect of the Holy Church, who had been sitting in this alley for a day, and when he woke up, he vomited a large pool of blood. Although he was sluggish and hurt by the illusion, he laughed, bowed to the blacksmith, and walked away.

Later, it was learned that the Templar disciple had swept across the continent with a self-created Cloak Hammer Technique, and had become a hero for a while.

The upper echelons of the temple also attached importance to this, and rearranged this chaotic cloak hammer method, and after many people studied it, they felt that this hammer method contained the artistic conception of supreme martial arts, and it was a rare and superb combat skill. To this end, the elders of the Tempering Hall worked together to perfect this trick cloak hammer method and create the core technique of the Spiritual Church Crafting Branch.

"These things are nothing, the most terrible thing is the one that happened later. ”

Pan Feng's voice was confused, and the news he heard from his brother poured out his old mind.

......

Later, the old man surnamed Long became disgusted with these martial artists who constantly disturbed his peace, and Gujing Wubo's face also showed some irritability.

Along with this irritability, there was also a subtle change in his hammering technique.

One day, still as usual, a group of warriors with various purposes came to this alley with tattered banners as usual.

Some people heard this hammer method with ancient meanings, and sat on the spot, and at the right time comprehended what was suitable for them. Some of the people shouted and shouted that the old man was a hypocrite who was a man of fame, and that since he was quite a hermit, he should not make such an indulgent noise in the middle of the city. If you want to take the opportunity to stand out and gain fame, you should generously set up the ring and accept the challenge of the warrior.

It was in the midst of this clamor that the attentive warrior noticed a slight change in the sound of the hammer.

The sensitive and alert warrior quietly slipped out and sat back to watch things unfold.

Sure enough, the sound of the hammer began to rush as the emotions of the martial artists outside became more and more intense.

At the beginning, some warriors only felt nauseous and uncomfortable, and didn't care too much, but later the sound of the hammer actually carried a killing aura, as if it was about to break people's hearts and livers.

"Knock, knock, knock, knock!"

The rapid beating sound of a drum, like a drumbeat, drove the warrior's heartbeat to accelerate.

"Poof!"

Finally, a warrior couldn't stand it anymore, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell down.

With the first, soon there will be a second.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

The continuous spitting of blood caused a thick fishy smell in the alley.

They can't walk, they can't run, they can only use their own mental power to resist this gripping and life-threatening hammer. Someone kept falling, and someone kept roaring unwillingly.

The strange thing is that this life-threatening hammer sound has no effect on the ordinary people around who have not cultivated, and no ordinary people have been harmed.

However, since then, the common people here no longer dare to face this killing god, so they quietly packed up and moved out, leaving this secluded alley alone with a strange old man living in it.

"Later, did those warriors forget about it?"

"Later ......"

Later, the incident gradually became so big that it alarmed the church's higher-ups, and deacons were sent to dissuade them. Perhaps it was the deacon's long-standing position and a sense of superiority as a templar deacon.

The words are not speculative, the old man is another hammer, and the deacon is shocked to death on the spot, this is the hornet's nest, and it also scares those warriors with a provocative mentality, like oil under their feet, and they can't wait for their parents to have two more legs and escape from this place.

"The deacon of the Templar was shocked to death, and such a major event was finally over, so you can imagine how much energy this old man has. Eventually, the place became quiet, and it became a taboo for the Templars. Normally, Templars would not come to this alley. You have just entered the Holy Church, and the disciples of the previous class have not talked about it. ”

In a luxurious restaurant, Pan Feng took a sip of wine, suppressed his shock, and said slowly.

"However, how could Zhou Yang enter the blacksmith shop directly, he had never heard of which old man allowed to enter his dilapidated house. Could it be that Zhou Yang received the old man's personal guidance? Or is it because after the old man disappeared for a while, his temperament changed drastically, and he changed his impression of killing gods in the past. ”

Pan Feng muttered to himself, unable to understand for a while. You provide the latest, fastest and most complete free novel updates【】

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