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The voices of the people were boiling, there was a commotion in the military workshop, and the quasi-divine sword appeared in the world, which was difficult for ordinary people to see.

In front of the wooden warehouse, Cicada Ming looked at the three elders of the Qinglian Clan, wanting to take a good look at his embarrassed face, which would be his first step in seeking the complete prosperity of the Zen Clan.

Well?

However, soon, Cicada Ming found out that something was wrong, because he didn't see the embarrassment and sadness he wanted to see, the expression of the three elders of the Qinglian clan was too calm, and his eyes were indifferent, even the few clansmen behind him were the same, and even one of the clansmen had a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he was disdainful.

With a cold snort, the cicada chirped: "Is there a better quasi-divine weapon for Elder Qinglin, in this Red Flame Divine Sword, it seems that it can't enter the elder's magic eye." ”

Deacon Lu frowned when he heard this, and said, "Elder Qinglin doesn't have anything to say. ”

Although he was asking, there was no doubt in his tone, and as soon as Captain Lurong's heart moved, he was about to open his mouth.

"Deacon Lu Mingjian, my Qinglin Clan, the third elder of the Qinglian clan, has recently had a chance to create, I have a feeling, and I have also made a breakthrough, a sharp sword, please also take a look at the same clan!"

The three elders suddenly spoke, and at the same time bowed to everyone in all directions.

What the!

Cicada Ming was shocked in his heart, a sharp sword, please take a look at the same race, what kind of sword can make it so indifferent, is it ......

No way!

Cicada Ming's eyes were contemplative, this blade forged by the three elders of the Qinglian clan, Qinglin, he had also observed, at most it was only forty furnaces, and there was still a considerable distance from forging the fifty refinements of quasi-divine iron, how could it be possible to create a quasi-divine weapon now, so what kind of chance creation would it take to be able to do it.

When pigs fly!

Cicada Song denied it again in his heart, and at the same time stared at the third elder, he didn't believe at all that such a chance creation would be obtained by him.

"You say there's a sword?"

Lu Li was stunned, obviously he didn't expect the third elder to say such a thing, and the meaning revealed in it was too intriguing.

A sharp sword?

Including the commander of Lurong Qianfu, as well as many clans and sects in the eight directions, and the people in the Desolate Cave Heaven, all showed a look of astonishment, the three elders of the Qinglian clan had something to say, after seeing the Red Flame Divine Sword of the Cicada Elder of the Qiu Chan Clan, he still dared to take out the sharp sword, is it also a quasi-divine weapon?

"Qingbi!" the third elder said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

Behind him, a clan craftsman stepped forward and removed the long package behind him, uncovering the layers of linen, revealing a four-foot-long cypress box.

Boom!

There was dust and smoke rising, and as the cypress box landed, a more dull sound sounded than before, causing many people in all directions to change color.

"The cypress box, which is less than four inches wide and three inches high and four feet long, is so heavy. ”

"At least four stones, maybe nearly five!"

A veteran craftsman of the Guanyu Clan spoke, his eyes full of disbelief, unless it was some rare gold and iron, it was so small, and it could reach such a heavy one, only the quasi-divine iron.

His gaze swept in all directions, and finally stopped on the cicada for a few breaths, and a mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Qingbi's mouth, and he lifted the lid.

Recite!

There is a sword groan, accompanied by a red glow rushing into the sky, straight up to the sky dozens of zhang high, there is a sharp edge of the air overflowing, Rui Qi is like weaving, rising from the cypress box, like clouds and mist, magnificent and unfounded.

Hiss!

Almost at the same time, countless inhalations sounded in all directions, red Shenxia and Ruiqi, which were clearly visions that only quasi-divine iron could have.

There is also a skilled soldier like Deacon Lu Li, who is also from the Lu family, and has extraordinary knowledge, so he can't help but blurt out: "Chixia is rushing into the sky, Ruiqi is like a cloud, and the medium Red Flame Divine Iron is good!"

Medium Red Flame Divine Iron!

All directions are quiet, people stared at the cypress box, it is a three-foot-six-inch long iron sword, the sword is two and a half fingers wide, the whole body is crystal clear, such as blood diamonds carved, the simple sword body, faintly visible seventy looming natural lines, if the glow is condensed, bright and magnificent.

Some of the old soldiers knew that it was the pattern that was naturally generated after the tempering of the Seventy Forging Medium Red Flame Divine Iron, also known as the Divine Pattern.

The most important thing is that those who can temper a medium Red Flame Divine Iron can already be called a mid-level Divine Blacksmith!

Looking at the entire Luming tribe, the number of divine blacksmiths who can temper inferior Red Flame Divine Iron is less than the number of hands, and as for the middle-level Divine Blacksmith who can temper medium Red Flame Divine Iron, only the current master of the craftsman department is also the elder of the Lu family who is rumored to have a rebellious temperament and a rather eccentric temperament.

"Medium Red Flame Divine Iron!"

The elder of the Mountain Sect couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, such a Red Flame Divine Sword, once it was obtained by a Consummation Realm powerhouse who ignited the natal divine fire, most of them could conceive a powerful medium divine fire soldier.

The medium Divine Flame Soldier is definitely stronger and more spiritual than the Inferior Divine Flame Soldier, and its significance to the warrior is self-evident.

"I don't believe it!" In front of the wooden warehouse, the cicada's eyes were red, and he said coldly, "This Red Flame Divine Sword will definitely not come from the hands of your Qinglian Clan, most of it is the relics of our human ancestors from where did your Qinglian Clan go, and the medium Red Flame Divine Weapon can also be forged by your Qinglin, it's really ridiculous! If you can get this Red Flame Divine Sword today, tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and next month, you may not be able to get it a second time!"

This......

Lu Li frowned, and his eyes became indifferent, indeed, if he said that he was an inferior Red Flame Divine Soldier, he still believed it a little, but such a medium-grade Red Flame Divine Sword was really too amazing, he didn't believe that the three elders of the Qinglian Clan could have such attainments.

"Look at it. ”

As if expected, the three elders pointed to the location of the Divine Sword Sword, and everyone's eyes condensed, and someone said word by word: "Qinglin!"

Yes, it is the two extremely tiny words of Qinglin, imprinted in the secret place of the sword.

"Yes, really!"

The four sides were boiling, and many veteran craftsmen knew that for a Red Flame Divine Soldier, only its true forger could leave a mark on it, otherwise even a nascent divinity would rather self-destruct and collapse than survive in the world.

It's really him!

Lu Li's pupils contracted, the meaning of this was too great, even if the medium Red Flame Divine Iron was not tempered by his own hands, but it was almost impossible for anyone to do it except for the Divine Blacksmith who could cast the Quasi-Divine Iron into a Quasi-Divine Weapon. In other words, no matter what, the three elders of the Qinglian Clan, Qinglin, in front of him, most likely really have the attainments of a divine blacksmith.

In fact, in the arsenal shop that day, Shi Kong was not clear about these truths, the old blacksmith just taught him one by one, and never explained too much, and it was also the three elders who observed for a long time that day, had some understanding, and tried their best to reluctantly forge it.

At this time, in Lu Li's opinion, whether or not this Qinglin tempered a medium-grade Red Flame Divine Iron, at least he could know that in the Qinglian Clan, there was probably a middle-rank Divine Blacksmith hidden.

In front of the wooden warehouse.

The face of the cicada is like dead ashes, he also understands this truth, at this moment, his spirit has become a little trance, and when everyone looks at him again, there is less awe, more sympathy, playfulness and mockery.

"Farewell, everyone!"

Without saying anything more, there was no need to say anything more, the three elders bowed to the four directions again, and at this time, many clans and sects, and the people in the Desolate Cave Heaven did not dare to slack off in the slightest, and they all smiled in return.

Beside the cicada, several elders of the Mountain Sect Cave Heaven glanced at each other, with shame in their eyes, but they still gritted their teeth and kept up with the pace of the three elders.

This is not all, when the cicada Ming vaguely saw that in the crowd, a Dongtian elder who had been bartering with him for many years also quietly disappeared, and after following the people of the Qinglian clan to leave, he couldn't bear it anymore, and spurted out a mouthful of blood with a pop, and fell to the sky.

......

In the blink of an eye, most of the moon passed.

This half a month, for the Luming tribe, it is destined to be unpeaceful, the Qiu Chan clan and the Qinglian clan have a god blacksmith born at the same time, and one of them is suspected of being a median god blacksmith, which shook the clans and sects of the Quartet, and caused the changes in the tribe mountain city and the soldiers, and the Qiu Chan clan, which should have been infinitely beautiful, not only failed to gain the upper hand because of the confrontation with the Qinglian clan, but also lost the long-term barter in the clan for dozens of hundreds of years, almost ninety percent of the sect caves, most of the month, the wooden warehouse of the Bingfang was closed, and there was almost no income. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)