Miya hesitated a few times, walked to the door of the blacksmith's shop, and tapped on the door.

Except for a few muffled thuds as they slapped, the gate didn't move.

Miya pursed her lips, looked at the closed crack in the door, and slowly sat back down on the steps.

In the blacksmith shop, Chen Tanjing and Chen Dong looked at each other, Xia Ze turned a deaf ear to the few knocks on the door, but took out a golden pill made of imitation of the golden body fragments of Arhat, spread out the scroll of a hundred sword pictures, and then silently lit the fire.

"Childe, shall we?" Chen Tanjing pointed to the door and asked in a low voice.

Xia Ze smiled, but he didn't put down the work in his hand, his eyes were all focused on the burning stove, "Don't pay attention to it, in our hometown, knocking on the door is to report good news, and knocking on the door is to report funeral."

Chen Tanjing was thoughtful.

Chen Dongyou was stunned, and said in his heart that Gongzi still has this exquisiteness, it won't be the woman who is embarrassed, right?

However, neither of them cared too much, after all, this ghost car royal woman came not long ago to frame Xia Ze.

If it weren't for Xia Ze's timely action, I am afraid that they would not usher in endless revenge from the two ink merchants who did not know the truth.

It's a pity that Xia Ze's words, Miya outside the house can't hear them, as a ghost car royal family, she has never been familiar with the two dynasties of Great Qi and Great Zhou and such customs.

On this day, the entire Daqi ushered in the last heavy snow of early spring, and the snowflakes were fluttering all over the sky, and it was white after a while, just like when Miya and the other two assassinated Cai Ningxue and Wu Bingjia that day.

Chen Tanjing couldn't see the scene outside, but there was already a faint picture of the woman starving and freezing in her heart, and she was more or less unbearable.

Next to the fire, Chen Dongyou and Swallow Tian didn't have to act as assistants this time, but were quite curious to know what Xia Ze was going to do.

Xia Ze's eyes lit up, and a small mustard seed was completely integrated into the Hundred Swords Diagram.

The hundreds of flying sword patterns that were originally motionless, after Xia Ze's mind fell into the painting, suddenly began to soar around the painting scroll like a flock of frightened birds.

In the painting, the white clouds outlined by the ink accumulation technique are stained layer by layer, thick and thick, and in the blink of an eye, the chaotic sword qi is shattered, like scattered goose down.

Xia Ze's mind turned into a sword and disappeared in a flash, but those frightened birds were like fish in water in the small world of the picture scroll on that side, and they were extremely flexible, so that Xia Ze's several pursuits were in vain.

Fortunately, after a cup of tea, Xia Ze finally got something.

On the picture scroll, a purple glow, in the face of Xia Ze's encirclement and interception, finally showed fatigue, and Xia Ze grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand and pulled out the picture scroll of a hundred swords.

Chen Dong was dumbfounded, it could still be like this.

That touch of flying sword sword intent was brought together by Xia Ze's two fingers and firmly clamped on his fingertips.

In the next moment, in Xia Ze's left eye, a flying sword mixed with thunder suddenly flew out, and a sword cut on the fragment of the imitation Arhat's golden body, and quickly cut off a knuckle-sized fragment.

There was no need for Xia Ze to speak, swallowing the sky and comprehending it, his five fingers were like hooks, and a small flame began to rise from the palm of his hand.

With a low dragon roar, out of the cluster of flames, a fire dragon the size of a grass snake suddenly flew out, with fierce eyes and flames, spiraling around the heaven-swallowing sky, and then slowly swimming towards the furnace fire.

Fragments of the golden body, suspended above the fire, began to slowly melt into liquid.

Chen Dong was amazed, and before he knew it, the cultivation of swallowing the sky had already opened up a lot of him.

The fire dragon surrounded the melting fragment of the golden body, and worked hard to breathe fire and temper it.

Xia Ze saw the opportunity, flicked his fingers, and that touch of Zixia sword intent immediately melted into the molten iron slurry of the golden body, and then struggled frantically, and was about to break free.

The Flying Sword Tribulation was like a fierce overseer, and it quickly burst out with a fierce sword intent, which frightened the Zixia sword intent and quickly retracted.

The sword light and the flame of the golden body fragments burst out to the extreme, and Xia Ze seemed to have completely ignored the scorching iron slurry, and quickly grabbed it out with his bare hands.

Miraculously, there was no need for any mold to shape it, and the lump of iron slurry naturally became one

The prototype of a flying sword full of edges and corners.

It stands to reason that the iron should have been struck while the iron was hot, but Chen Dongyou and Swallowing Heaven were surprised to find that Xia Ze didn't seem to be planning to pick up any forging hammer, but with one foot back, his feet separated, his fists and wrists.

In the next moment, a punch full of fist intent was suddenly handed out, and it just hammered on the prototype of the flying sword impartially.

The sparks splashed everywhere, shaking away the flying sword and the edges and corners, and what followed was the scattered sword intent like a wave.

Inside the blacksmith's shop, the glow was full of light and the mist was steaming.

Chen Tanjing gently recited the spell in his mouth, and his head slowly raised for a few minutes, and after a while, he became a slim girl.

Gather all the bursts of light around your body, so that the sword will not be accidentally exposed.

Xia Ze's fists condensed his fist intent, punch after punch, and kept pounding on the dazzling flying sword.

Each punch was accompanied by a flying sword cry of a baby.

Finally, the flying sword glow gradually faded.

Chen Dongyou and Chen Tanjing were surprised to find that with Xia Ze's thoughts, a ripple suddenly appeared in front of him, and a ball of pure water slowly emerged, and the sound of waves was bursting.

With a thud, the nascent flying sword was quenched, and in that water mass, a fierce fire ignited, and it was finally completed.

Xia Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he have the time to wipe his sweat, and with a flip of his hand, a vermilion sword-raising gourd appeared in the palm of his hand.

He patted it lightly, and the flying sword that had just been born immediately flew into the sword gourd.

It's not that he is reluctant to fight the flying sword with his eyes and eyes, but for this imitation flying sword that is as weak as a newborn baby, it is best to nurture it carefully in the sword raiser.

Xia Ze sighed, since the Heaven and Earth Penetration, if he wanted to use the divine power of the Buddha to see a bowl of water like before, it was not so easy, and if he used this magical power once, he had to cultivate for seven days before he could use it again.

But that's fine, after all, Xia Ze has never looked at the supernatural power given by the Heavenly Dao very seriously.

Xia Ze smiled with relief: "Thank you for your hard work, the process is probably this process, we will probably have to work hard for a while today, if you feel tired, you can say it, and we will rest for a while." Anyway, we'll leave for Lung Seng Chau in three days."

Chen Dongyou waved his hand and said, "Childe, I'm not tired at all! You can continue!"

Swallowing Heaven smiled evilly, "If you want me to keep lighting a fire, Xia Ze, you have to buy me a hundred sugar gourds."

Chen Tanjing returned to his original body in a fog, and said with a radiant expression: "If the master can refine all the flying swords in the hundred sword diagram in one go, when he fights against people, how magnificent it will be. When I think about it, I don't feel tired at all!"

How could they not be excited?

Just now, they personally participated in the forging of an imitation flying sword.

Although it is only an imitation, the sword intent of the original flying sword has also been copied by six or seven percent, as long as Xia Ze's craftsmanship is more exquisite, it is not impossible for an imitation flying sword with flying sword supernatural powers to appear by chance.

Xia Ze couldn't help laughing: "You are so beautiful, with these golden body fragments in my hand, I can successfully refine ten flying swords, I am already going to steal fun."

Chen Tanjing scratched her head embarrassedly and smiled, "Childe, don't I have good expectations?"

Chen Dongyou did not say anything to ridicule Chen Tanjing, on the contrary, he also began to look forward to the picture of a hundred swords coming out when he was caught and killed by others.

The first flying sword, imitating the old enemy Da Zhou, the flying sword Liuxia.

Xia Ze once again poured his mind into the hundred sword diagrams, like catching a fish, grabbing a cyan sword intent, this time compared to the first attempt, it was much more skilled.

Outside, Miya, who was sitting on the steps, was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

Her own clothes are thin, and now that her cultivation has been banned by Wei Yanxi with a secret method, she naturally can't use her aura to keep out the cold, and her lips are frozen purple.

"Are you squatting here by yourself, do you want to freeze yourself to death, and then let someone collect your body, or do you want people to fulfill your reputation of being unyielding?" Suddenly, someone spoke.

Miadine

At a glance, the person in front of him was carrying a long sword, his hands were on his chest, and he was heroic.

Before each snowflake got close, it was dissolved by that invisible sword aura, and the person who came was none other than Wu Bingjia, a Mo family ranger who had been almost assassinated by her, Zheng Xingsoul and others.

"Is that you?" Mia doesn't have a good airway.

Wu Bingjia sneered, as if he didn't care about the arrogance and rudeness of the woman in front of him, "I heard that your cultivation was sealed by the prince of Daqi and reduced to a prisoner, and now you are still being Xia Ze's maidservant?"

Miya's face turned pale, and she said coldly, "What are you going to do?"

Wu Bingjia shook his head and said with a flat smile: "Don't do anything, it's you, aren't you curious, why did I just fall into the well, instead of just punching your head?"

Miya was silent, and the jade hand under her sleeve was white.

"It stands to reason that if you calculate me and Ning Xue like this, you have a grudge against me, whether you are forced by others or your state of mind, I Wu Bingjia don't bother to explore and understand. If you fall to this end, I, Wu Bingjia, will not add fuel to the fire, but will only be happy to see it happen. There is no other reason, my Mo family has always been clear about right and wrong, and I don't want to dirty my hands. Now you are really not worthy of my Wu Bingjia's own hands."

Wu Bingjia turned his head and laughed softly: "By the way, let me remind you, in some places in the Ethereal Continent, knocking on the door is to report the funeral, and knocking on the door is to report the good news."

Miya's lips moved slightly, and she stopped talking.

Knocking lightly, the noisy sound of gold and stone crashing in the blacksmith shop came to an abrupt end.

The door slowly opened, one left and one right, Chen Tanjing and Chen Dongyou each pulled one side of the door.

"Something?" Chen Tanjing asked with a frown.

"I came to find your son-in-law, naturally there is something." Wu Bingjia grinned.

"I opened this mountain, I planted this tree, if you want to live from here, leave it to buy money." Chen Tanjing shouted.

Wu Bingjia was stunned, took out a stinging coin from her baggage and put it in the palm of her hand, and scolded with a smile: "Even if you don't cultivate the Tao in the future, you will be a rich man who is careful about budgeting."

Chen Tanjing rolled her eyes and ignored it.

Before Miya could get up and look inside, the door closed again, and she choked with anger.

"Something?" Xia Ze picked up the sword gourd on the side and took a big sip of pleasant drunkenness.

"Young Master Xia is so magnificent, I knew that when this flying sword diagram was sold to you, it would be cheaper after all." Wu Bingjia looked around and said with a smile.

"Xiao Jing, Xiao You, send off." Xia Ze said.

"Hey! Hey! We fought side by side not long ago, how can we say that we are also friends who have been born and died, this kind of hospitality is not quite in line with your identity as Prince Xia Ze, right?" Wu Bingjia waved his sleeves and ran to meet the two little dolls, crying and laughing.

"Friends? How do I remember that I rescued you and Cai Ningxue?" Xia Ze said.

Wu Bingjia was furious: "Aren't I here to repay your favor!"