Talented!

Jing Shuhu was shocked, and his fingers were pinched off before he barely lost his color.

His talent is excellent, and few people in the Forge Soldier Valley can compare with him for hundreds of years, but when he came into contact with the art of war, it took him half a year to get started.

One month......

"Get started in January, so good! Okay, hahahaha!"

Lei Jingchuan also wanted to endure it, but when he checked the piece of iron, he couldn't help laughing, completely ignoring his senior brother's eyes.

He really couldn't help it.

In the hundreds of years since the Valley of Divine Soldiers, there have been no disciples with dragon-shaped and dragon-shaped root bones.

But if there are really talented disciples, it must be martial arts, how many are willing to drill into this dark underground to strike iron?

Moreover, martial arts talent can also be judged from the root bones, striking iron, which is real hard work.

'Talent is the ladder to cross the rules! "

Seeing Lei Jingchuan laughing loudly, Li Yuan was sure in his heart that he knew that the matter of learning the Soldier Armor Spiritism had been stabilized.

He has a lot of experience in coaxing old men, and he knows very well that if he wants to break the rules, he has to pass on the whole art of war, and the breakthrough is in Lei Jingchuan, an old man with a temperament.

And not Jing Shuhu......

"Disciple, it's a fluke."

Li Yuan bowed.

Lei Jingchuan's face was full of red light, he was in a good mood, and the wrinkles on his face were stretched.

He was shocked and satisfied, and even if he didn't have a daughter, he would have thought about recruiting a son-in-law.

"It's only been a month, and the art of war has entered the door, stronger than the old man, better than ......."

"Brother!"

Jing Shuhu frowned and coughed lightly, unhappy in his heart.

Even if the talent is good, the three elders of the dignified Soldier Valley are too out of shape.

Lei Jingchuan didn't look at him at all, and slapped Li Yuan's shoulder heavily, quite radiant:

"The old man taught you the art of war, come, apprentice......

"Bang!"

Jing Shuhu couldn't hold back, and Lei Jingchuan, who was slapped with a slap, stumbled, and his beard flew up:

"You still have to teach people with your little tricks?!"

He was annoyed.

The better the talent, the more carefully the disciple must teach in order to become a great weapon, and he has just thought about a bunch of tests in his heart.

As soon as Lei Jingchuan's words came out, he instantly became a little tired.

"Old thing!"

Lei Jingchuan was furious, turned around and hit back: "You dare to insult me?!"

Bang!

The air was surging and the smoke was splashing.

The blacksmiths never expected such a move, one by one, and they all remembered to persuade after a while.

"Master, Great Elder, stop fighting."

Niu Jun came back to his senses, and the shock and envy in his heart almost overflowed.

He has lived for so long, and he has never seen a sect elder fight to rob a disciple, no, he has never heard of it.

"Elders......

All the blacksmiths were panicked, they had never seen this battle, someone stepped forward to persuade the fight, and was blown into a rolling gourd by the strong wind.

More of them retreated again and again, only to feel that their eyes were sour and red.

What kind of treatment is this?

They never dreamed of it!

Bang!

Bang!

The smoke and dust dispersed, and the two old guys, who were almost two hundred years old, fought violently, and everyone retreated dozens of meters away.

"Be old and strong."

Li Yuan stood there and watched, his heart was speechless.

Of course, the two didn't really fight, but every move and style was really powerful, and the strength of his physique was second only to 80,000 miles among the people he had seen.

and Han Chuijun, who he can't see the depth.

Boom!

It didn't take long for Lei Jingchuan to stagger back, one step at a time, almost knocking down the chimney.

"That's enough!"

Jing Shuhu flicked his sleeves with vigor, glanced at the blacksmiths around him, and his heart was angry:

"Look at what? What to do, what to do! Today's workload is increased by 30%! If you can't finish it, you're not allowed to leave!"

His old face turned black, and he glared at Lei Jingchuan fiercely, he still embarrassed this person at such an old age?

"Huh?"

The blacksmith who saw the excitement was dumbfounded, glanced at Li Yuan with resentment, and returned to the forging table one after another.

After a while, the sound of striking iron became loud again.

"Keep up with the old man!"

Jing Shuhu turned around with a flick of his sleeves.

The anger on Lei Jingchuan's face was suddenly swept away, he patted Li Yuan, and smiled: "Go, old man is waiting for your good news."

"Thank you, Elder!"

Li Yuan bowed solemnly, grateful in his heart.

"The old man will wait for the day when you fight the divine soldier, and then ......."

Lei Jingchuan waved his hand:

"Forget it, good students are just going to learn."

"Remember, disciple."

As soon as Li Yuan gave up his hand, he turned around and quickly followed Jing Shuhu.

……

"Call me!"

In the Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu carried his hands on his back, and his face sank like water.

"Yes!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath, adapting to the high heat here, and his qi and blood were better around his body.

When he lifted the forging hammer, he did not hold back, and he started with a heavy hammer.

While!

The moment the hammer sounded, Jing Shuhu's face changed.

The layman listens, and the insider watches the doorway.

The strength of this hammer is full, but it is condensed and round, and all the strength is vented in one place, without the slightest leakage.

It is evenly dispersed, which is equivalent to beating a whole iron ingot.

This is the sound that can only be produced by the hammer method and the forging method.

Boom!

The hammer rises and falls, Li Yuan is full of strength, each hammer uses enough strength, it seems to be mediocre, but in fact it contains the power skills of martial arts such as cloak hammer and fighting hammer.

In the process of changing the root bones, his mastery of various sword and combat techniques is also deepening.

The swordsmanship, knife technique, hammer technique, stick technique, and even the power skills of fist and palm martial arts gradually tended to be one in his hands.

Directly controlling the fundamental diagram to cultivate strength, just like looking at the answer to learn to solve a problem, the progress is naturally far from being comparable to ordinary people.

Soon, Li Yuan was immersed in the sound of striking iron, hammering up and down, and his qi, blood and internal strength surrounded his body and poured it.

'When the old man was thirty years old, he only had this level......"

After Shuhu's face changed several times, distracting thoughts surged in his heart, and joy, excitement, and boredom were mixed into a clump.

With such a talented genius, why is he a disciple of Han Chuijun?

If he is a disciple of the old man......

Bite!

After a long time, a crisp explosion was heard.

Jing Shuhu came back to his senses, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, reached out and grabbed the red-hot iron ingot, and checked it:

"It's really getting started."

It's not a coincidence, but it's really mastered!

Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and lowered his head slightly.

These days, he also inquired about the grievances between Jing Shuhu and Han Chuijun.

More than sixty years ago, the two of them were true disciples of the same batch, both of them used hammer soldiers, their talents were excellent, and their relationship was also very familiar, and they were once called 'Divine Soldiers Double Hammers'.

It wasn't until later that the death of another true legend turned the two against each other.

The true legend who died fifty years ago was a female disciple, and she and Jing Shuhu were almost to the point of talking about marriage.

"If it's just a misunderstanding, it's impossible for the two to turn against each other, I'm just afraid that the true disciple was really killed by Lao Han......"

"One month, the art of war is introduced."

Jing Shuhu suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Li Yuan's shoulder with lightning speed.

Airplanes!

Li Yuan only felt a shock all over his body, and his qi, blood, and internal strength were instantly frozen

Normally, the muscles and bones of the whole body 'click'.

"Eleven shapes!"

After a while, Jing Shuhu put down his hand:

"How many shapes are you born with?"

Li Yuan didn't raise his head: "Nine shapes."

"Born with nine forms, plus the Great Perfection of the Cloak Hammer Method?"

"Yes!"

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Huh~"

Jing Shuhu was noncommittal, looked at him deeply, and no longer asked, but asked:

"With such a strong backbone, such a talent, you should be dedicated to practicing martial arts, why do you want to learn the art of war?"

"The disciple was born as a blacksmith, and he admires the art of war......

"Alright!"

Jing Shuhu's face was full of displeasure.

This kid's personality and Han Chuijun seem to be carved out of the same mold, and he doesn't tell the truth when he is killed.

However, seeing that he was very respectful, Jing Shuhu was still a little relieved, if it was really Han Chuijun's temperament,

Even if he died, he would not be able to pass on this kid's art of war.

"The art of forging war is the secret of my Divine Soldier Valley, and it is also the foundation of the original body."

Jing Shuhu spoke.

Li Yuan's heart was relieved, knowing that he had passed the test, and his attitude was even more respectful.

"But the patriarch believes that martial arts are the real foundation of life, and without strong enough force, even if you can fight a divine soldier, you can't keep ......."

Jing Shuhu paced with his back to Li Yuan and talked about the history of the inheritance of the art of war.

"The words are good, but the Valley of the Divine Soldiers can't beat the Divine Soldiers, I'm afraid it's the real cause of the decline......"

Li Yuan listened quietly, thinking in his heart.

More than a thousand years ago, the Valley of Divine Soldiers was a great sect that could seal a state, and its strength, power, and connections surpassed Huizhou's 'Huailong Palace'.

A sect that can stably build divine soldiers, and its network of contacts is not comparable to that of ordinary sects.

But the Valley of Divine Weapons has not created a Divine Weapon for seven hundred years......

「…… The attraction of the five secret legends of the inner gate is far greater than that of the art of war, and over time, it will naturally decline."

Jing Shuhu sighed.

He briefly explained the rise and fall of the Art of War, and then turned around and looked at Li Yuan solemnly:

"Casting the art of war, it is difficult to get started, and it is even more difficult to be proficient, the old man has been striking iron for more than 60 years, and he doesn't dare to say that he understands the mysteries, if you really want to learn, it will inevitably delay other martial arts."

"Disciple understands."

Li Yuan did not hesitate.

Even if he doesn't have the 'Divine Fire Furnace', he will definitely not give up striking iron, and the holding of the army is the foundation of his life.

"You have eleven dragon-shaped root bones, you have excellent talent and understanding, and you have been in the Valley of Divine Soldiers for a hundred years, and the only ones who are better than you are only Han Chuijun and the Valley Lord."

Jing Shuhu said in a deep voice:

"As long as you don't violate the rules of the sect and don't kill your fellow sects, you will definitely be the first elder of the inner sect in the future, under one person and above tens of millions."

"Do you really want to learn the art of war?"

Jing Shuhu said the stakes.

"The disciple is willing to learn!"

Li Yuan replied, still without hesitation.

He was a little sweaty, the temperature in this red melting cave seemed to be even higher than before, he didn't eat the spirit fish today, he really couldn't stand it.

"Okay."

Jing Shuhu didn't say more:

"From tomorrow onwards, come here every afternoon, and the old man will teach you to temper the Fa...... and, armor spiritism."

"Yes!"

Li Yuan gave a long bow.

Since that day, the fire veins have been shaken, and the Chirong Cave has been blocked, and except for the three elders of the Forge Soldier Valley, outsiders are not allowed to enter at all.

He wants to catch Jing Shuhu, and many of the reasons are also this.

As he was leaving, Li Yuan reluctantly glanced at the end of the Chirong Cave: "Splitting the Sea Xuan Whale Hammer."

Sooner or later, you'll get your hands on it!

……

…

…

In the following days, Li Yuan lived a more fulfilling and busy life.

Every day before dawn, get up and stand on the pile to practice hammering, as well as martial arts such as Mangniugong, and go to the Forge Valley after breakfast to repair all kinds of weapons.

In the afternoon, we went to Chirong Cave to learn the art of war.

Jing Shuhu agreed to personally pass on his art of war, but most of the time it was Lei Jingchuan who took him and pointed him out some tricks that were not recorded in the book.

Every once in a while, Jing Shuhu will come once to test his progress and teach him different skills.

Li Yuan found that this Great Elder of the Forge Soldier Valley had a very deep understanding of the Art of Forging War, and he could always point out his shortcomings.

"Listen to the breath, the rhythm!"

"Iron is dead, man is alive, and your breath is its breath!"

"Your qi and blood are its meridians, let it come to life, this is casting soldiers, not striking iron!"

……

In the Chirong Cave, after Shuhu's constant reprimand, Lei Jingchuan was so harsh that he couldn't see it many times.

Li Yuan didn't care.

No matter how ugly it is, he's heard it all, and that's nothing to him.

"Breathe, move!"

The sound of the hammer fluctuated, and Li Yuan was highly concentrated, relying on the five forging hammers in his hands to digest Jing Shuhu's guidance.

The progress of the Art of War has increased rapidly.

"There are countless kinds of precious iron in the world, each with its own characteristics, whether it is tough, or sharp, or resistant to high heat, or not easy to wear......

"What is a blade? If you take one characteristic to the limit, it is the best blade, but a famous weapon must have at least two or more characteristics!"

"Ordinary forgers, only a flash of inspiration can create a famous weapon, but when you start casting the art of war, you must hit a famous weapon!"

……

In the Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu paced back and forth, pointing and reprimanding.

Lei Jingchuan on the side did not stretch his brows, thinking that this old guy was taking the opportunity to retaliate, and this kind of strict requirements far exceeded that of himself and others back then.

While! While! While!

Li Yuan's bare upper body skin was red, and the sweat evaporated before it hit the ground.

He breathed rapidly and in small breaths, hammered up and down, and meticulously fulfilled all of Jing Shuhu's requests.

Five forging hammers, twenty-two mastery effects related to hammering, blacksmithing, and forging war, allowed him to progress at a jaw-dropping rate.

"Add one!"

Uncle Jinghu's eyelids twitched from time to time.

As soon as Li Yuan's feet shook, another kind of iron flew onto the forging table, and under the high heat and beating, it blended with the first kind of iron.

The temperature of the fire veins under the Red Melting Cave was extremely high, and the forging platform in front of him was like a small crater, boiling hot to the extreme.

'This kid ......'"

Jing Shuhu reprimanded:

"Plus!"

"Plus!"

The sound of the hammer did not pause for a moment, and the forging hammer in Li Yuan's hand seemed to have life, fast and dexterous.

After Shuhu's reprimand, from a lot of iron knocking, to several kinds of iron,

Later, he even beat more than a dozen kinds of iron materials together, and they were harmonious with each other without any conflict.

Bang!

When Li Yuan put down the forging hammer, the whole person was like a red-hot iron charcoal, constantly emitting green smoke.

Lei Jingchuan was startled, and hurriedly caught him and threw him into an iron vat filled with cold pool water.

Fire and ice!

Li Yuan gritted his teeth, and it took a while before he breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at Jing Shuhu, who was distracted, his mind diverged:

"The art of forging war is not simply the accumulation of iron, but the gathering of the characteristics of various iron materials in one place, and finally forging a blade with all kinds of characteristics!"

So, can the control effect of the shaped blade be transferred?