Sword Casting Villa, inner courtyard, sword casting hall.

It was already completely dark, and there were only Sikong Hu and his son in the huge sword casting hall.

"It's all arranged?" Sikong Hu stared intently at the sword-casting furnace that seemed to be dormant with an ancient fierce beast, and the innate Xuanbing who caused monstrous waves on the rivers and lakes hung upside down in the huge sword-casting furnace like a hill.

"Well, it's all arranged. There are a total of sixty-three warriors who have entered the village today, and there are very few people who are on the top three grades, among which the most powerful ones should be the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu, and Yuanba, and the child has warned them and sent people to strengthen the guards in the village. Sikong Jian responded truthfully, and then asked, "Father, are you...... Do you really plan to hand over this innate mystical soldier? ”

"Is there any other way?" Sikong Hu didn't want to dwell on this issue, and said with a fierce murderous intent in his eyes: "The most important thing now is to investigate the guy who leaked the news of the birth of the Xuanbing." If this person hadn't leaked the news, the father wouldn't have had to make such a decision. ”

Hearing this, Sikong Jian was also full of coldness, "On that day, Xuanbing was born, a total of nineteen swordsmiths were present, they were all old people who had been in my sword-forging villa for more than ten years, and the child had carefully investigated afterwards, and the suspicious people were nothing more than two, so the child came to lure the snake out of the hole, and deliberately sent someone to secretly monitor them, leaking out of the horse's feet." ”

"Well done." Sikong Hu smiled with satisfaction.

……

In the guest room.

Fang Ping, who had eaten more than 200 medicinal peaches in one go, felt that he would not be hungry for the next ten days and half a month.

Just like what the girl who caught him said, these peaches are not ordinary peaches, they are medicinal peaches that contain powerful medicinal power, can strengthen the body and bones, and prolong life, at first it didn't have much effect, but when this medicinal power slowly volatilized, Fang Ping's whole body was full of energy, pure and huge medicinal power, which could burst the eight veins of the Qi Jing of the middle and third-grade martial artists.

Fang Ping was running the furnace cultivation technique, and with his body as the furnace, he smelted the ten thousand ways and refined the medicinal power that burst out of his body, and there was a slight improvement in his qi and blood.

In the second half of the night, the moon and stars outside the window were scarce, the north wind was howling, and there was an undulating snoring from next door, it was the three brothers of Yuanlong, Yuanhu and Yuanba, Fang Ping couldn't sleep, staying in this strange environment, it was not easy for him to enter the visualization space to cultivate, so he could only continue to run the furnace cultivation work, and absorb the energy substances contained in the moonlight as a furnace.

The Turtle Breath Breath Breath Technique of the miraculous realm of his skill operated together, and Fang Ping preliminarily, faintly, and vaguely sensed the ubiquitous and inexhaustible energy substance between heaven and earth, this energy substance was hidden very deeply, dormant in the depths of the void of heaven and earth, and could not even touch the furnace cultivation skill, and after arriving in Fang Ping's body, it washed his body over and over again, refining his physique.

In a few days, it was lost peacefully, and every day, people from the rivers and lakes above the lower three grades entered the Sword Casting Villa.

It was noon that day.

There was a light rain, and the sky was gray.

A group of figures arrived belatedly in front of the Sword Forge Villa.

The current man, with a handsome face and an elegant bearing, was wearing a blue robe, and when the rain falling from the sky slapped an inch outside his body, it was bounced out by the true qi emitted from his body.

The few young people he was carrying behind him were also good-looking, imposing, and the sleeves were embroidered with a vivid wave pattern.

"I'll go and let the owner of the Sword Casting Mountain Villa personally come out to greet us, if he is interested, he should directly present the innate Xuan Bing, in this Fenglin Mansion, there is no force that can match our Tianhai Sect, Elder, you are still a super strong man in the Innate Realm, the Innate Xuan Soldier fell into the hands of our Tianhai Sect, I don't think anyone dares to interfere with it."

One of the young men had a proud face and a rather arrogant tone of his preaching.

"Don't make mistakes."

The blue-robed man reprimanded his disciple with a calm face, but he sighed in his heart, that is a congenital Xuan Soldier, a peerless divine soldier that is rare in a hundred years, this Sword Casting Villa can cast a mouthful of innate Xuan Soldier, so it can't be taken lightly.

Moreover, this time the innate Xuan Soldier was born and spread all over this Fang Huanyu, although he Tianhai Sect was the only martial arts sect in this Fenglin Mansion, he couldn't cover the sky with one hand.

The gate of the villa opened, Sikong Jian walked out, and at a glance he recognized the identity of the group from the wave patterns outside the sleeves of several young people, and when he looked at the blue-robed man, he also felt an insurmountable and unfathomable sense of oppression, and he didn't dare to hold it up, he brought the group into the village respectfully.

"You're going to let us live in a place like this?" The young man who had just clamored for the Sword Casting Villa to present the Innate Xuan Soldier was extremely unhappy with Sikong Jian arranging his party in the guest room in the front yard of the village.

Hearing the movement, the warriors living in the front yard poked their heads out of the house and started talking.

Fang Ping, who was in the room, was also attracted by the movement outside, got up and walked to the window, and glanced outside.

"Innate Realm!"

Fang Ping was solemn, the blue-robed man was one hundred percent a super powerhouse standing in the innate realm, much stronger than the yellow-robed old man who had not completely refined the innate qi in his body, but not as good as Li Zhong, who had changed three times from heaven to man.

"When you come to my Sword Casting Villa, you should follow the rules of my Sword Casting Villa, if you don't like the simplicity here, you can go to the nearby Fenglin Mansion City to stay." Sikong Jian did not have a young man who was accustomed to an arrogant attitude, even if the other party was a disciple of the sect.

"The young master is serious, he is a guest from afar, and the guest is as he pleases, and Elder Ben lives here." The blue-robed man said with a smile.

After Sikong Jian left, the arrogant and unruly disciple of the Tianhai Sect still looked at it unpleasantly, his eyes swept away, and he shouted at the martial artists who were talking in the front yard: "What is there to discuss, this innate Xuan Soldier, my Tianhai Sect is bound to win!" Just because you wild monks also want to be contaminated with peerless divine weapons? ”

The three words of the wild monk are not very hurtful, and they are extremely insulting.

But the young man is a disciple of the sect, and everyone dares to be angry but dare not speak.

"There should be super powerhouses from the Innate Realm coming to this Sword Forging Mountain Villa in the future."

Fang Ping secretly returned to the house, and since then he has not paid attention to everything outside the house, so after a month, the time has come to the beginning of October of the thirty-third year of the Divine Sect, and he has posted a heroic post from the Sword Casting Villa, inviting masters from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes to come to the Sword Casting Villa to observe the innate Xuan Bing, and nearly two months have passed.

With a sonorous bell ringing, the people living in the front yard of the Sword Villa were all excited, and walked out of the guest room with different expressions, and the Sikong Sword also appeared in the front yard of the villa, and said to many people in the rivers and lakes: "Let you wait for a long time, my father has been waiting for a long time, come with me." ”

"What does the young owner mean is that we can see that innate Xuan soldier today?" A person who has lived in the village for many days asked excitedly.

Sikong Jian snorted, and walked towards the inner courtyard of the villa with a large number of figures.

Fang Ping didn't say a word, walking behind the crowd, he restrained his qi and blood true qi, like an ordinary person staring ahead, following behind Sikong Jian, walking towards the various masters of the rivers and lakes in the inner courtyard of the Sword Casting Villa, densely packed, hundreds or thousands, roughly estimated to have two or three thousand people, and they were all cultivators who started from the middle and third grades, it is not difficult to imagine how huge the temptation of the innate Xuan Bing is.

But more people are here to join in the fun, fishing in troubled waters, and the real strength is only a small group of people.

There are only a handful of people who can make Fang Ping feel the oppressive force and sense of crisis, and the arm is like saying that the elder of the Sea Sect that day, followed by the heroic middle-aged man who is wearing red armor, two meters and five meters tall, walking with dragon and tiger steps, swallowing mountains and rivers, the other party is the number one master in Fenglin Mansion City, and he is also a super powerhouse in the innate realm.

……

At the end of the day, the autumn wind was wheezing, and everything was dormant.

Sikong Jian led the people from all walks of life to stand outside a sword-casting hall in the inner courtyard of the Sword Casting Villa, and everyone looked around, thinking about seeing the "Innate Xuan Bing" as soon as possible.

"Father." Sikong Jian suddenly shouted.

Sikong Hu, who walked out of the sword casting hall, had a strong body, his eyes were blazing, and there was a little tiredness and helplessness between his eyebrows, he ordered Sikong Jian to step aside, and said: "You have come from afar, if there is any place where you are not well entertained, I hope you will not be surprised." Today, the owner of the village has set up three checkpoints, and those who pass these three checkpoints will have the opportunity to take away the innate Xuanbing. ”

"Innate Realm ......" Fang Ping was surprised, he originally thought that the owner of this Sword Casting Mountain Villa was at most a pseudo-congenital realm cultivator, but he also thought that he was also a super powerhouse of the innate realm, which was also the confidence of the other party to dare to invite masters from all walks of life in the rivers and lakes to gather together.

"What is the first test?" Someone asked rather unexpectedly.

"Don't worry." Sikong Hu said: "Everyone, please look at the sword casting hall behind me, there are more than 1,500 long swords in it, and among these more than 1,500 sword weapons, there are 33 famous swords that are sharpened like clay and made quick decisions. ”

"What you have to do is to select a famous sword from these more than 1,500 sword weapons, and you can enter a hundred people at a time, and each person only has one chance to choose a sword weapon."

Sword Casting Villa is world-famous for forging weapons, and this time many people from the rivers and lakes came here to set up a weapon-related test for the innate soldiers, which seems not so unusual.

It's just a little unfair, and not everyone in the rivers and lakes uses swords, and their insight when distinguishing between famous swords and ordinary swords is uneven, but where is there so much fairness and justice in this world.

"I'll come first!"

A Jianghu person confidently walked into the sword casting hall, and immediately someone followed into the sword casting hall, and after a while, a hundred people entered the sword casting hall.

"Hahaha! The sword I chose, with its sharp spirit and brilliant light, must be a famous sword that has been tempered thousands of times! ”

In less than half a cup of tea, a person from the rivers and lakes walked out of the sword casting hall with a long sword that could be seen in the light.

Sikong Hu glanced at it, "It's a pity it's not." ”

"How come, my sword, the sword body is light, the blade is like frost, it is definitely a rare magic weapon." The people in the rivers and lakes argued unconvinced.

"It's just a façade." Sikong Hu shook his head.

"The sword-forging technique of the owner of the Sikong Village is shocking, otherwise it is impossible to forge the "Innate Xuan Soldier", I believe in the judgment of the master of the Sikong Village. A master shouted.

Half a day passed, and several groups of people entered the sword casting hall to look for famous swords, and only a handful of people cleared the customs.

Looking at the sun gradually sinking in the sky, Fang Ping no longer hesitated, and entered the sword casting hall with a group of people from the rivers and lakes.

In the sword-casting hall with bright candles, there is a sword-casting furnace used when casting weapons, and the ground is filled with all kinds of sword weapons, some of the sword bodies are slender, thin as autumn water, and some are as big as a giant ruler, thick and simple.

The masters of the rivers and lakes who entered the sword casting hall with Fang Ping in the same batch, their eyes quickly turned and searched, and the people in the rivers and lakes who were the first to pull out a long sword waved, and with a slight wave, they saw that the cold blade left a half-inch deep mark on the sword casting furnace next to it, if it was split on a person, it could easily cut a person in half.

"The so-called famous sword, that is, can be passed down to the world, such a weapon, either shine, or wash away the lead, back to the basics, to choose a famous sword among so many weapons, there is only one chance, it is indeed not an easy task." Fang Ping thought in his heart and had an idea.

Although he has not practiced swordsmanship and martial arts, nor has he been exposed to swords and weapons, Fang Ping has comprehended a touch of sword intent, which is a mystery that can only be understood by people who use swords.

As a result, Fang Ping used his body as a furnace to stimulate the artistic conception of sword intent in his body, and overnight, Fang Ping, who was standing there, showed a sharp blade from head to toe, an indestructible momentum, and the sword weapons inserted in the surrounding ground were also buzzed by the traction, and the people in the sword casting hall noticed this scene.

"Sword intent? This kid has comprehended the sword intent? ”

"The sword intent that only a kendo genius can comprehend, this kid doesn't look like he's even twenty years old, can anyone see what kind of cultivation he is?"

"I really can't see it, he may have also practiced the technique of hiding his breath."

Fang Ping's eruption of sword intent artistic conception set off a lot of waves in the sword casting hall, but everyone knew that Fang Ping also comprehended the artistic conception of fist intent and sword intent, and in the future, he would also absorb all kinds of martial arts artistic conception of the hundred scriptures.

Looking around, Fang Ping stroked a long sword, he could clearly feel the aura emanating from each long sword, and after walking forward more than a dozen steps like this, Fang Ping's gaze was fixed on a black iron sword that was still sharp, but covered with dust and rust.

When Fang Ping stretched out his hand to pull out the black iron sword, a figure took the lead in pulling out the black iron sword.

With such a move of extracting teeth, Fang Ping's temperament changed greatly, and he looked ahead with murderous intent in his eyes.

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(End of chapter)