In classic martial arts novels, the Xuantie has always been linked to the world's famous divine weapons, and it is a treasure that many warriors dream of, and Zhao Zheng is certainly not exempt from vulgarity.

He was so excited that he took this iron lump in his hand, and it was cold in his hand, and it seemed to be no different from mortal iron. He looked up at the master, and this piece of dark iron seemed to have some magical power, which made the master's smile extremely kind.

Without waiting for him to reply, the tall master whose smile had become kind spoke again:

"This piece of dark iron is the trophy captured in a fight between Weishi and the Wolf Gang, and it has been in Weishi's hands for eight or nine years. The kung fu of the teacher is mainly in the fists and feet, and it is really not needed; Your three senior brothers already have their own weapons, and they are also not interested in it; I see that when you went up the mountain, you also asked your disciples to help you carry an ordinary iron sword, which shows that you are a person who likes swords. You also have good swordsmanship......

Now it's right for you now, and if you use it to build a sword, it doesn't mean that you are insulting its origins. ”

Hearing Master Gao's words, Zhao Zheng knew that he had been silently concerned by him since he entered the sect. He was also very careful to understand his own preferences, and carefully prepared gifts for himself. Everyone met in Pingshui, and just because of their "extraordinary talents", they accepted themselves as apprentices, let themselves learn the secret methods of the sect, and gave them the weapons and materials they needed most at the moment......

Zhao Zheng felt the love of the elders for the younger ones in the middle-aged man in front of him, he put away his cynical smirk, and said to him seriously:

"Disciple, thank you, master!" Regardless of whether the master of the high gate had any thoughts about it, since he was favored, he had to receive his affection, and he silently wrote it down in his heart.

"Well, go ahead! It is important to build a weapon at your disposal as soon as possible. Be my disciple and walk the rivers and lakes with an iron sword, wouldn't that make others laugh at me as a master! Master Gao waved goodbye with a nonchalant face.

"Thank you, master, disciple is gone!"

"Senior brother, second senior brother, third senior brother, senior brother will retire first, and I will visit your mansion in the future." He turned to say goodbye to the three senior brothers again.

"Go ahead!"

"Go ahead!"

"Senior brother find someone to forge the weapon as soon as possible, senior brother has not seen a weapon made of Xuantie, when the time comes, let the senior brother open his eyes!" The elder brother is curious about the weapons that have not yet been created.

"It must be certain, as soon as it is built, the junior brother will bring it over and ask the senior brother to take a look."

With his mouth on the shoulder, Zhao Zheng's feet have already walked on the road down the mountain.

"Senior Brother Zhao! You're waiting for me! Senior Brother Ye Fan, who had been watching the excitement in the crowd for a long time, ran two steps quickly and followed.

How could Zhao Zheng have the heart to think about him, he was wandering out of the world at the moment, thinking about the harvest of this trip.

This apprenticeship trip directly allowed him to get rid of poverty and become rich - with exercises, armor, and antidote. (As a thin-blooded swordsman, it is easy to be poisoned in the wild, resulting in failure.) With Qing Lingsan, there will be a lot less danger when walking the rivers and lakes in the future) There is also a mortal divine soldier that is about to be created...... For a while, Zhao Zheng couldn't think of what he lacked besides cultivating the true exercises. Most of the plans that had been in the mind before and had not been implemented could now be cancelled.

Coming back to his senses, looking at Senior Brother Ye, who was struggling to follow him on the side and forgetting to converge his speed due to distraction, Zhao Zheng deliberately slowed down.

"Senior Brother Ye, do you know that there are any sword-forging masters near the mountain gate?"

Senior Brother Ye was finally able to keep up with him normally, he first secretly breathed two sighs of relief before opening his mouth to answer Zhao Zheng's question.

"If you ask me anything else, Senior Brother may not know, but if you ask me about the news of the Sword Casting Master, then you can be regarded as asking the right person. Senior brother happened to know such a famous swordsmith in the rivers and lakes! The swords in the rivers and lakes that have been beaten by his hands are all high-quality! ”

"Although I knew that Senior Brother was well-connected, I didn't expect Senior Brother to know such a god. Senior brother is really hidden! Please also ask the senior brother to take care of it and point out where the master is! Zhao Zheng's words became flattering.

"You asked me to say that I can't tell for a while, so let's take you to him! Although he is superb in sword forging, he has always had a strange temper, and my senior brother doesn't dare to promise you that he will definitely be able to build it for you! Senior Brother Ye suddenly became a little vague.

You must know that this swordsmith is not something he has befriended. He only met once by chance when he was helping a powerful man build weapons with the elders of his family, and the people who dealt with the master at that time were the elders of the family. Where will people remember him as a little transparent! Now I can't help but say big things in front of Senior Brother Zhao, so I can only try it hard. He thought about using his family's name to go to someone to see if he could give some thin noodles.

The two of them went down the mountain and had some twists and turns, the disciples guarding the mountain gate stopped on the road and forbade the disciples in the door to enter and leave at will, and the two of them forgot about this matter in advance, so they had to turn around and go to the master to ask for a note for the guarding disciples, and then they left the sect smoothly.

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Following Senior Brother Ye, the two went to a small town called Fengcheng, and the master in Senior Brother Ye's mouth lived in a mediocre subway craftsman shop on the edge of the city.

The master was an ordinary and unkempt little old man from the outside, his almost all-white beard was disorganized, he hadn't been taken care of for some time, and he wore a dirty black sheepskin hat, and I don't know if black was the original color of the hat.

Senior Brother Ye asked Zhao Zheng to wait on the spot, and he walked forward quickly to communicate with the old man first, Zhao Zheng's ear power could naturally hear what the two were talking about, obviously the master didn't remember such a person as Senior Brother Ye, even if he brought out the name of the Ye Family Martial Arts Pavilion, it was not useful. Senior Brother Ye has used all kinds of language arts, but it has no effect. In order to maintain Senior Brother Ye's face, Zhao Zheng did not step forward for a while.

Seeing that the old man was unmoved by all kinds of words, Senior Brother Ye was also ruthless, boasting to him how superb and powerful his junior brother's swordsmanship was, depicting Zhao Zheng as an invincible swordsman in the world, saying that the sword he held in his hand would definitely become famous with him in the future, and if you forged a sword for him, you were forging a reputation for yourself, and he would definitely become the most famous sword-casting master in the world in the future......

The old man was moved, and looked at Zhao Zheng from afar, and hesitated. After all, Zhao Zheng's body at the moment did not look like a peerless swordsman. He spoke:

"It's not impossible for me to forge a sword, I have to see if his swordsmanship is as strong as you say!"

"Okay, okay, I'll let him show you."

Senior Brother Ye walked back in a hurry, saying that moving the old man made him feel good.

"Senior Brother Zhao, go over and show him your swordsmanship, and the master will cast a sword for you according to your habits!"

"Show him your best moves, so that you can hit the most suitable weapon for you." He pretended to be mysterious and approached Zhao Zheng and said.

Zhao Zheng laughed secretly in his heart when he heard this, and he didn't try to demolish him.

"Good brother"

The three of them found a tree on the side of the road at the master's house as a target, and Zhao Zheng calmed down and brewed it in advance. He was going to demonstrate the fifteenth variation of the Thirteen Swords of Death.

Senior Brother Ye has to beg others so hard for himself, and it is somewhat unreasonable for him to be unreasonable. It's time to change the sword, so let's compare this iron sword with my own tricks and see what effect it will have with the blessing of true qi.

In fact, the Thirteen Swords of Death are mainly used to kill people, and their changes are strange, and the effect of cutting trees is somewhat reduced.

Zhao Zheng took out the sword, and in an instant, the air seemed to be frozen, and the two onlookers clearly felt the fear and despair of impending death. The trunk in front of him in the middle of the big willow tree that had lived for hundreds of years seemed to disappear out of thin air, leaving only a piece of scrap in the ground. The canopy above lost its support and fell to the ground with a loud bang that startled the neighbors.

It also woke up the two people who were immersed in the sword intent of despair.

After this, this sword-casting master happily accepted Zhao Zheng's sword-casting request, and threatened to give full play to his best craftsmanship and use Xuantie to create a peerless magic weapon for Zhao Zheng himself.

Zhao Zheng put down the Xuantie and found a nearby hotel with Senior Brother Ye to stay, and waited for the weapon to be completed while cultivating.