The man was dressed in a black ink-like robe, and his face was as white as the snow falling from the sky, and he looked sideways at Yuanji.

The two looked at each other.

The man smiled, and the corners of his mouth were inexplicably evil. But Yuan Ji looked at this person's face, and suddenly realized that this person's face was very familiar.

That's when the memories that had been locked in the depths came back.

A white figure flashed in Yuanji's mind, and the soft sound of paper fans collapsing sounded in his ears.

The man seemed to deliberately grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist, feeling the violent trembling.

His sword seemed to have found something important.

Yuan Ji moved his gaze down, and his gaze suddenly tightened at the moment when he fixed the sword!

His hands tightened and clenched into fists as if longingly, and the familiar feeling came back to him.

He knew what he wanted.

The sword.

Countless swordsmiths were on the same stage, but the presiding elder of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate did not shout to start, he turned his back to everyone and looked at a high and steep staircase in the distance.

Everyone followed his gaze at the staircase that connected from the single peak to the cliff.

As far as the eye can see, the white clouds are drifting, and more than half of the stairs are a sea of clouds covered by clouds, and there is no end in sight.

Everyone wondered what the elder was looking at, where the white clouds were undulating and it was so hazy that they couldn't see anything clearly. Only I could see that this step was broken halfway to the sword pool, and the step was strangely suspended in mid-air, as if it was being held up by a cloud.

The white and flawless white clouds rise and fall like the passing years, and the leaves and snowflakes fall in the distance. This poignant and picturesque scenery was suddenly pierced by a sudden dazzling light after a moment.

The sky is bright!

The cold wind whirled, and the wandering snowflakes swept through the faces of countless people, causing them to squint. And when he opened his eyes, halfway up the stairs to the top of the sky, a figure as pale as snow appeared!

Everyone squinted in the cold wind, watching the figure hidden by the clouds slowly walk down the stairs step by step, and then they heard a shout!

"Disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, Beitang Tianming!"

The sound of the elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Gate is like a bell, the sound of the white snow is like willow catkins drifting, and the cold wind is like cirrus clouds drifting up!

The moment the wind rose, Beitang Tianming stopped in front of the broken steps and took an astonishing step!

All the people watching exclaimed in unison, there was a cliff below, could he be crazy!

And just when everyone was shocked, the silent sea of clouds seemed to be restless, and a cloud of mist bulged up. Before everyone knew what caused it, they suddenly heard a dull thunderous sword roar from the sea of clouds!

A black light seemed to pierce time, and suddenly hovered at the feet of Beitang Tianming, carrying him towards the sword pool.

In the instant, everyone saw him floating like a wandering immortal, and stopped steadily above the sword pool.

"Beitang Tianming." Beitang Tianming bowed to the swordsmith of the Quartet, "Please also ask for more advice."

All the swordsmiths looked up at him, and then saluted in unison and said, "I've seen the young master of the North Hall."

Beitang Tianming didn't say much, he walked to the sword pool and rolled up his sleeves, took the clip and put the prepared iron tire into the stove, and then squatted down to pull the bellows.

When the swordsmiths saw that he was taking care of himself, they immediately returned to their respective positions and prepared to start building.

"This man is so arrogant." The beggar Jingcheng glanced at Beitang Tianming with disdain, "At first glance, he is the son of a big family, and he is used to pretending."

The whining bellows evaporated the falling snowflakes, and many swordsmiths stripped off their shirts and bare their arms.

"You don't know that." Jiang Guo looked at the scene and explained, "The original surname of the founding patriarch of the Wanjianmen Sect is 'Beitang', and among the four factions, only the personal disciples of the Wanjianmen are all from the Beitang clan. Whether it is an elder or a sect master, they will choose from their clans. It is not like the other three schools to choose those who are advanced and of superior character to be the lineage of the sect."

Yuan Ji and the others all looked at Beitang Tianming when they heard this, he was undoubtedly the most eye-catching existence in the field at this moment.

Iron tires burned

Red, purple in red. This shows that the temperature of the furnace is extremely high, unlike an ordinary furnace, after all, this is a casting tool used to make cultivation utensils.

Rika scavenged a lot of food from the hut, and while she chewed on the apple, she said, "So, this Beitang Tianming still has a backer."

"That's right, among the Beitang clan, Beitang Tianming can be the leader of the younger generation." Jiang Guo crossed his arms, "He has cultivated to the sixth realm at a young age, and it is rumored that he was born in the Sword Shrine, the forbidden land of the Ten Thousand Swordsmen, and he has never stepped out of the forbidden land for half his life. I have heard of his name, but I have never seen him."

The beggar Jingcheng also followed her and crossed her arms, and then asked, "Those people just called him Young Master, isn't he the next master of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect?"

At this time, the swordsmiths in the sword pool had already burned the red iron tires, and then placed them on the anvil and raised the sledgehammer.

Under the red firelight, the arms of the swordsmiths were solid and strong, and the moment the muscles collapsed, the hammer fell violently!

Boom!

The sparks burst out, and several iron tires were beaten in unison, and the sparks all over the field were like scattered fireworks, which made people unable to take their eyes off them.

"He was." Jiang Guo glanced sideways at Zhen Kexiao, who had an indifferent expression, "I still don't know now."

Zhen Kexiao stared at Jianchi and looked at Beitang Tianming's figure from afar.

Rika had the flesh in her mouth and asked vaguely, "Why?"

Zhen Kexiao looked at Beitang Tianming's face illuminated by the splashing sparks, and she said slowly, "Because of me."

The beggars Jingcheng and Rika looked at her in surprise, and at this time, Lisheng suddenly squeezed away everyone, holding the table with both hands, and a few futons were placed on the table.

"Because she is the only outer disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect who was born with a sword fetus, there is such a miracle in the dantian, which is really shocking to the past and the present." After setting up the table and futon, he raised his hand and waved, "Sit."

Yuan Ji sat down obediently, and he asked curiously, "Master Sheng, what is a natural sword fetus?"

He motioned to the beggar Jing Cheng to go to the inner room to get some food and tea, and then looked at the sword pool below.

He said in the sound of tinkling in his ears, "The innate sword fetus is the shape of the sword fetus born in the flesh dantian, and Master Zhen has such a celestial phenomenon, which will definitely make the Ten Thousand Sword Gate sway."

Jiang Guo agreed, "The Beitang Clan never chooses disciples from the outer sect to enter the inner gate, but Miss Zhen's natural sword fetus is really extraordinary, and it also makes the genius of the Tianzhong Beitang Tianming as a candidate. Unless there is a watershed between the two and which is stronger and which is weaker, I am afraid that the position of the master of the door will be suspended for many years."

The beggar Jingcheng was holding the teapot and tea bowl, and he shook his head and asked, "Then Beitang Tianming and Zhen Nuxia, who is stronger and who is weak?"

"The strength is a comparison, but to inherit the position of the master of a sect, it is the Dao Heart that really needs to be compared. The Beitang clan hesitated because Beitang Tianming's Dao mind was undecided, but this was not just his problem, the reason was still from the ancestor of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect." "After the patriarch of the Wanjianmen Founding School was defeated by a heroine, he realized the sword moves of the unity of human swords. Therefore, he practiced swordsmanship hard, but after all, he could not enter the Tao with a sword." Z.br>

Rika also sat down, and she propped up the table with one arm and asked, "Enter the way with a sword?"

"Yes, in fact, from the moment he attained enlightenment, the sword move that lingered in his mind was a corner of the Heavenly Dao." Lisheng took the teapot brought by the beggar Jing Cheng, "Since ancient times, mountain cultivators have entered the Tao with the perception of all things, and it is difficult for mortals to get a glimpse of the Heavenly Dao from it. But he remembered it, and worked hard to achieve it, and even realized the way of the sword in sword casting, and created the Ten Thousand Swords Gate."

The sparks of the hammer shook across the sword pool, and the shape of the iron tire continued to change, and the thousand hammers finally transformed into a prototype under the white practice.

"But his ancestor still can't get the essence of that sword move, and he has practiced hard until his longevity is at the end, and he still can't get what he wants." Jiang Guo looked at the icy sword pond water with a wistful look, "Shou Yuan has passed away, and he has not tasted what he wanted, and what he wants in his life is a mirror and a moon."

Beitang Tianming fell beads of sweat in the continuous thrashing, dripping on the hot iron tire and evaporating sound. The heat of the iron tires was subsiding, and the color was a little darker, so that the beads of sweat that had been falling turned into phantom foam.

"So." The beggar Jingcheng asked his inner question with difficulty, "Did he fail?"

He lifted the pot and poured tea, and the tea poured into the teacup reflected his face, and the kind and smile like Maitreya Buddha appeared.

"Almost." Lisheng calmly put down the teapot, and the teacup couldn't help overflowing the tea because it was too full, "He only realized on the day when his life came to an end, and the move of combining man and sword is the sword of a heroine, but it is not his sword way."

Motoyoshi asked suspiciously, "Then what happened to him?"

Rika also asked anxiously, "Then what is he almost doing?" Tell me, did you find his own kendo?"

Bang bang bang But Beitang Tianming looked indifferently at the increasingly faint sword tire on the anvil, and instead held it up with a clamp to examine it.

Everyone in the audience was talking, and many people pointed fingers.

"Why did he stop, the iron tires are all formed!"

"Yes, if you stop beating at this time, I am afraid that it will damage the sword pattern and even hurt its foundation!"

"What did he do with the clamp again? Isn't the sword tire broken?"

Under the whispers of countless people, Beitang Tianming walked towards the furnace with the iron tire, and then held the sword tire flat on the stove.

His expression was hesitant.

"Look!"

Some people stood up in surprise, and many people stood up and watched, suspicious of his inexplicable actions.

"He almost went the wrong way." He looked at the embers in the furnace, and the embers reflected Beitang Tianming's pensive eyebrows, "He has been seeking to forge a sword for half his life, he wants to spy on the hazy corner of the Heavenly Sword Dao, but what he has forged in half his life is someone else's sword dao, and it has never been his own. Therefore, he abolished his life's cultivation and recast his own path with the hammer in his hand."

The hand slowly let go.

The sword tire slowly fell into the furnace, and the crushed charcoal shook countless embers, and the embers scattered and fluttered in the sky, dancing with the snowflakes.

Someone exclaimed, "Does he want to reforge this sword?"

Everyone stood up in shock!

The bellows agitated again, the whining between push and pull shook the embers, and the embers dispersed into the air, and the fire of the stove was ignited again!

Rumble!

The fire was flourishing, and the charcoal was re-bred into a flame representing the will, and the fire burned in Beitang Tianming's eyes, and his hesitant expression suddenly transformed into perseverance, and he looked at the flames that rose wildly!