"Be careful!" shouted, and a figure flew out, and slapped at the rubble, causing the rubble to burst open, exploding everywhere. "Are you...... Mo Zhong!" Linglong exclaimed, she couldn't have imagined that Mo Zhong, who was supposed to be lying on it, would actually come down here, and she panicked for a while, and she couldn't say a word for a long time. "Why are you here?" finally held back a sentence, and Linglong asked a little evasively. "I still want to ask you, what the hell are you doing? Throw me on it alone, don't you know that the volcano is going to erupt?" "What!" Linglong was taken aback, turned her head to look at the ghost craftsman, and asked a little hurriedly: "Mr. Ghost, is this true?" "Hehe, of course!" The obscene old man looked happy. "A truly good sword should be forged in the most violent flames in order to achieve the best effect and become a peerless sword!" "Are you crazy?" Mo Chongcai didn't care what kind of ghost craftsman the other party was or some other ghost thing, daring to take their lives for the wrong thing had already made his forehead burst into flames, and now when he heard that this was just for a few inconsequential swords, he suddenly exploded and slapped at the ghost craftsman. "Old ghost, don't drag us if you want to die!"

"Little brother, respect the old man!" The ghost craftsman grabbed Mo Chong's fist without looking at it, and threw it to the ground, and the powerful Gang Qi exploded, directly pressing Mo Zhong to the ground, unable to get up. "Mr. Ghost!" Linglong exclaimed, for fear that he would kill him if he was in a bad mood. "Mr. Ghost, please slow down! Be merciful!" At this time, Xuan Chen had already arrived, and rushed over regardless of his injured body, and a burst of anger came out, and he was about to pull Mo Zhong up from the ground. "Hehe, you don't have to worry, this kid doesn't respect his elders, I'm just punishing him a little!" The ghost craftsman smiled, his hand didn't stop, and the qi rushed towards Mo Chong's body like a wave, and Mo Chong, who fell to the ground, felt as if his body had been rolled by something, and a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat and couldn't get out, and his face was flushed. "Okay!" the ghost craftsman retracted his anger and continued to look at the two swords that were still calcining, without paying attention to the ink weight. Poof!" Mo Zhong got up from the ground, spat a mouthful of blood to the side, and sat on the ground gasping for air. "How are you?" Linglong ran over with concern, and helped Mo Zhong to give him relief. "What else?" Mo Zhong smiled bitterly and asked Xuan Chen, "Is there really so much difference between True Qi and Gang Qi? "Yes, this is the transformation of the essence, even those heroes who are powerful against the sky are very weak in the True Qi Realm. After soothing his apprentice's self-esteem a little, Xuan Chen turned around and walked towards the ghost craftsman.

"Mr. Ghost, I am Xuanchen of the Xuanzhen Sect, and the ancestor of the lower sect once had a relationship with Mr. Ghost, I don't know if Mr. Ghost still remembers?" "Oh, the descendants of Chongyang?" The ghost craftsman couldn't help but look Xuanchen up and down a few times, and then lazily asked: "Say, what is the matter with me?" "That's the case, the evil sword given by the ancestor was accidentally broken, I don't know if Mr. Ghost can help me repair it." "Slay the evil spirit!, he gave you that sword?" the ghost craftsman couldn't help but look sideways, looking at Xuanchen from the beginning, and stroking his beard with both hands, which looked very funny. "It's not simple, that old dog actually gave you the evil slay, it seems that he has high hopes for you!" "Uh......" Being said by others about his ancestor, Xuanchen's face was really a little unbearable, especially when there were apprentices present. "When the old dog of your ancestor traveled with me, the sword I forged and gave to him was this evil slash, and you actually used it for him, hehe, it's really funny, interesting!" The ghost craftsman laughed, completely ignoring the people in the fog. "It seems that he didn't discover the meaning of slaying evil, but it doesn't matter, since he gave it to you, this secret is waiting for you to discover! As for this sword-casting matter, I still have a little leftovers from the meteorite here, help you reconnect it!"

"Linglong, how did I win?" Anyway, it's okay to be idle, and I can't understand it, Mo Zhong pulled Linglong to the side to chat, thinking of the origin of this meteorite, I can't help but feel a little strange, what happened at that time, I don't remember anything. "You, you were crazy and ruthless at that time! If it weren't for Brother Wan's action, you would have become a puppet. "Oh, no, you broke that jar that made me do that. Mo Zhong glared at Linglong, there is a big meaning that you will eat you if you don't explain honestly. "Flutter!" Linglong couldn't help laughing, "Fool, how could I really poison you? I can't bear to kill a good target like you for nothing! The pills in that medicine jar are actually candy balls, bought in the market!" "What! You have lied to me for so many days!Ahhh Linglong smiled, like a fairy descending from the sky, running and jumping, a string of bell-like laughter resounded through the cave, the ghost craftsman looked sideways, and sighed, "It's good to be young." "I went back to work. "That day, Mo Chong, you are going to lose, I think if you feel the threat of death, maybe you will explode, and you may go crazy, so that you can defeat that Xiao Ding, plus Brother Wan is by his side, he will definitely be able to restrain you if there is anything, I can do it* You, don't blame me!" Linglong blinked and looked at Mo Zhong pitifully, for fear that he would not agree. "......" Looking at such exquisiteness, what else can you say?

"Alright, you two! It's almost time to quench!" the ghost craftsman greeted, and the two people who were chasing and fighting stopped one after another, and they couldn't jump up in front of a senior in the Gang Qi Realm. The ghost craftsman stroked the mustache, and with a lot of luck, he sucked two swords, one thin and one thick, swaying in the air like a couple, and was sent forward by him, and the gang qi controlled and released it to the volcano, and now it can stab Da Louzi, the volcano roared furiously, and a large area of magma rolled like waves, and the roof of the cave swayed, and something fell from time to time, and everyone didn't have time to look, and the two eyes stared at the two blades, and they couldn't bear to give up this eye. "Drink!" the ghost craftsman exhaled, stabbed a horse step, grabbed his hands weakly, as if holding something, and made a smashing motion forward, and Mo Zhong found that the place where the blade was burned red seemed to have been smashed by something, and made a clang. "Oh my God! It's to use the Gang Qi Void as a hammer to temper the divine sword!" Xuan Chen exclaimed, quickly sat down cross-legged and observed, this can be the embodiment of the extreme control of the Gang Qi, which can make the Gang Qi like a wave of an arm, which requires extremely strong strength. "Bell!" "Bell!" "Bell!" "Bell!" The sound was endless, and gradually it seemed to have a melody, and it took a full one hundred and eight strikes to complete the tempering of a sword. Mo Zhong saw the beads of sweat on his head, which was also very draining on him.

"Finally, it's going to be done!" the old ghost craftsman burst into tears, reaching out and holding his hands, as if grasping two swords and embracing them into his arms, as if holding his own child. "The water of the spiritual spring, quenching the fire!" shouted, the ghost craftsman firmly pulled the sword out of the flames and threw it into a large pool, with a bang, the two swords were quenched, and only the opening was missing! "The old man will not help you do the opening of the front, these two swords need to be opened by yourself, remember! What kind of opening method you choose, what kind of sword is this!" After installing the hilt of the sword, the ghost craftsman solemnly handed the sword to the two of them, waved them away, and the ghost craftsman walked to the open space alone and sat down cross-legged. "Senior, aren't you leaving?" Mo Zhong was strange, in order to forge his sword, the volcano seemed to be finally on the verge of collapse, and it was not far from erupting. "Let's go, I'm going to enlighten here, don't disturb!" the ghost craftsman waved his hand, ignoring the surrounding magma and rubble, and sat there as if he had settled down. "Senior!" "Let's go! he'll be fine!" Xuan Chen's eyes flashed with a gleam, and he pulled Mo Zhong out of the cave.

"Boom!"