Repeated Jiangnan water, silver gravel island, misty morning mist faint, a touch of thin light.

The bamboo on the wrist is leisurely, sprinkled with circle lines, and the scales and corners are tasteful, and the sleeves are swaying.

----- (gorgeous dividing line) -----

Looking at the flying rope that was broken in two, he wanted to cry without tears. Although it is not yet a finished product, after all, this is also a fine product forged from 10,000 years of deep-sea cold iron, and it is a rare hard thing in the world. Pretending to be 13 turned out to be like this, the confident old man, you can imagine how badly he was hit.

Although Mu Ling did not show up, he was extremely contemptuous in his heart, and he was tougher than the master! A stick to let you know what is called hard! The master's is really hard!

I wanted to show off, but I couldn't speak for a long time. Song Pingcun knew that he was in trouble, so he quickly received the body of the wood spirit behind him, and as soon as he let go, the wood spirit took advantage of the moment of being stunned and turned into a wooden hairpin and inserted it into Song Pingcun's bun. Mu Ling also hurriedly reined in his aura, this was the first time he had to hide his aura since Blue Star.

Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui next to them couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.

"That, boil...... Senior, I'm sorry ha. Song Pingcun really didn't expect this result.

"Your black stick ......" I didn't see it left and right, but I couldn't perceive it anymore. Forget it, I knew it wasn't a mortal thing. ”

He threw down half of the deep-sea cold iron in his hand, suddenly remembered something, and said to Song Pingcun: "You'd better hide that black stick, don't show it in front of people, once it is revealed, you won't be left alive." ”

When he said this last sentence, his eyes were cold. And looked at Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui, who were still beside Song Pingcun, and seemed to look at the four people who were still on the side of the street outside this building.

"Stay up, don't worry. These are trustworthy people! Song Pingcun was startled, the meaning of that look couldn't be more obvious. But Song Pingcun felt very warm, he was interrupted by himself, he didn't think of the loss, but first reminded himself to pay attention to protection and hiding. In the eyes of the scrutiny, Song Pingcun is only at the peak of the physical realm, and it is normal for him to really encounter unreasonable or greedy people.

"Don't trust people easily, there are some secrets that you can't even tell the person next to you. All secrets are safest when no one knows. He glanced at him again, and there were some things that he still couldn't see through at this age. Sometimes it's the people you trust the most who hurt you.

"Thank you seniors, kid remember." Song Pingcun sincerely bowed his hand, and at this time, he trusted and thanked him from the bottom of his heart. He could understand that in his careful cognition, such a treasure would definitely not be easily revealed, and it would only be revealed when he tried to protect himself in a crisis just now. So these people who follow Song Pingcun, if they don't trust it a little, they must not keep their hands, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future.

"That being the case, I will not say anything. You also felt it yourself just now, the sword blank is too rigid, just like this deep-sea cold iron, it will break when it encounters a more rigid one. "It's not a loss to be picky, it's a good person, hurry up and make up for the face lost in front of yourself.

"The kid is stupid, please make it clear if you have something to say from your seniors." Song Pingcun asked sincerely this time.

"Just like ......" originally wanted to say that if there was enough toughness like the cold iron of the deep sea, but when I remembered the scene just now, I couldn't go on, and when I saw the two little girls next to me who couldn't help but stop laughing, I turned my head and continued: "The refining tool pays attention to yin and yang, and no matter how hard the material is, there are materials that are hedged, but the hundred steels are soft around the fingers, and the combination of rigidity and softness is suitable for you, the sword blank, the old man will let you open your eyes today, what is the refining weapon." ”

I saw that I was no longer entangled in the face of the ground just now, and with my left hand, the red crystals on the ground entered the furnace, and suddenly the height of the flame in the furnace where the original flame was rushing was reduced a lot, just less than five inches higher on the edge, and the right hand took Song Pingcun's sword blank and roasted it on the furnace fire repeatedly, but did not let the fire concentrate, it was more like heating.

Then there was another belt in the left hand, a small ball of gold wire appeared in the wine gourd, and the aura exuded from the thick palm and was divided into countless parts, and the gold wire was arranged neatly along the hot sword blank like an inlay, evenly spaced, and thirteen gold threads were arranged on the three-finger-wide sword blank, which was broken.

Song Pingcun noticed that boiling and disconnecting the silk thread was a gathering of aura into a knife, not a knife to cut it, but to swing countless knives in an instant, but because the action was too fast, the shadow didn't have time to dissipate, but it looked like a knife, Song Pingcun couldn't help but secretly ask Ji Shance, what is this?

"Golden cicada silk, the same material as the gown that Liu Yiyi gave you."

Song Pingcun gasped. The gown can be soft or hard, the material is simply indescribable, Liu Yiyi once said that wearing the gown, basically no one on the blue star can hurt him with physical attacks, you can see the preciousness of this golden cicada silk.

After the two sides of the sword blank were lined up with thirteen golden cicada silk threads, he said to Song Pingcun, use your spiritual power, and use the method of how you usually forge this sword blank.

Because of the relationship between the wood spirit body and the golden cicada silk just now, Song Pingcun no longer suspected that he had any other thoughts. The Heavenly Thunder Bead in the sea of qi moved together, and the Flame Determination Method was urged, and the slightest thunder and lightning spiritual power in the fire aura was no more or less, which was just the extent that it could be accepted by the Yuanshi Sword Blank.

The eyes of the side were straight, and he thought that the problem of the sword blank had been prevented by Song Ping when he was forging, and the thunder and lightning spiritual power were compressed to enhance the hardness, and the flame spiritual power was repaired, and it was controlled accurately.

Half an hour, an hour, the means that he originally planned to replenish Song Pingcun's spiritual power were not used at all, and his spiritual power seemed to be endless. For two hours, he kept directing the strength and direction of Song Pingcun's flame and thunder spiritual power.

"Boy, can you still survive the spiritual power?" He was already a little worried about whether Song Pingcun was overdrafting.

"It's okay, senior, you don't need to use your divine thoughts to investigate, I can continue this intensity forever, you don't have to worry." Song Pingcun gave an evaluation that made the dark way really a monster.

Seeing that Song Pingcun was really fine, he still held the sword blank in his right hand, and with his left hand, the 10,000-year-old deep-sea cold iron that was broken in two was sucked into the palm of his hand, and the flames rose, and the fuse was added drop by drop to the Yuanshi sword blank, and a drop of Song Pingcun's thunder and lightning power hit it, and the gasification covered the Yuanshi sword blank, and the heavenly thunder fire melted the deep-sea cold iron into the sword blank with the fire flow.

The old and the young stood by the fire for a day, and until noon on the second day, there was no left of the 10,000-year-old deep-sea cold iron and all of them merged into the Yuanshi sword blank. His eyes were bloodshot, the result of a great mental exertion, and then his face was extremely excited. "Boy, it's now. Pour all the seeds of your spiritual power into the sword blank. ”

"Huh? All. Song Pingcun was taken aback.

"What are you doing grinding and chirping, hurry!" A pair of red eyes glared at Song Pingcun.

With just this glance, Song Pingcun saw too much heat and expectation from it, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the spiritual power seeds in the sea flew out of the Baihui Acupoint, the size of a grain of rice like a moth to a fire, and he directly rushed into the sword blank under the cover of thunder and fire.

A sharp pain came out of the sea of consciousness, but a little glimmer of light flashed in the purple mansion through the divine court, through the stars, the halo meeting, the front top and the hundred meetings, connecting the front and rear mental power control into a whole, and the whole person instantly became conscious.

He had already made preparations, and he would complete the sealing of the spiritual power seed in the end, but Song Pingcun was refreshed in just a blink of an eye, and although he was surprised at this time, he stopped talking nonsense, and said: "Fire spiritual power seals, thunder spiritual power seals." ”

Song Pingcun adjusted the power of fire and thunder of the Heavenly Thunder Bead and completed the seal in accordance with the order of succession. A thunderbolt sign was engraved on the flame sign at the mouth of the seal.

Holding a sword in his right hand, he stabbed Song Pingcun's middle finger with a sword in the midst of everyone's stunned.

At this time, Song Pingcun was running the Jishan Heart Sutra and the Flame Stasis with all his might, and his qi and blood were vigorous, and he didn't have time to stop the overflow of essence blood, so he saw that the essence blood flowed along the tip of the sword through the blood groove of the sword blank, and the thunder fire mark at the hilt of the sword was integrated into it, and a trace of red faintly appeared in the middle of the blood groove of the sword blank.

Song Ping didn't have time to think about it, and as soon as the thought of self-preservation moved, the figure retreated, and saw the sword that was originally in the hand of the boil follow. The person stopped, the sword stopped, the tip of the sword was outward, and the hilt of the sword was in Song Pingcun's palm that was open because of the accumulation of strength, and it was still scorching high.

"This ......" Song Pingcun was in a trance.

Liu Yiyi's figure had already taken off, and the palm wind turned sharply less than a foot in front of him, blasting a water tank next to him into a mist and running through the walls of the wooden house.

The sound of laughter stopped abruptly, the silver hair was still flying in the sideburns, and the eyes were full of horror. This woman, who had been ignored by him and had not cultivated, was hanging in the air at the moment, like a killing god. A little later, he will surely be wiped out.

"Yiyi, stop." At this time, Song Pingcun reacted and shouted.

"Haha, haha, haha......" Boiled suddenly seemed to have been hit hard, and laughed wildly, "What a sin!" Do evil! ”