In the pure gang peak, the smoke is filled, and the sound of striking iron is endless.

Inside the rudder, in a tea room, the helmsman Lin Tingfeng sat cross-legged, holding a cup of spiritual tea, with a cold expression:

"The matter of casting soldiers is like alchemy, when it is successful, there are naturally times when it is not successful, when you came before, the old man said that the repair of the blade may also fall to the level, and you had no objection at the time, and now you are here to make noise, do you want the old man to compensate you for it?"

"When repairing the blade, I said that if you are not sure, you should never do it lightly, have you forgotten?"

On the opposite side, Shan Hong, who was holding the 'Hanfeng White Bone Sword', had a slightly dark face, and the anger in his heart could barely be suppressed.

This sword was obtained by killing an evil god sect helmsman in his early years, and then asked the divine craftsman Wan Chuan to take action at a great price, and it was finally cast, it is the best of the best, and it is expected to become the sword of the divine soldier!

"This sword is still the best, only a few flaws, you dislike the old man's methods, why didn't you find a master craftsman to repair the sword for you at that time?"

Lin Tingfeng's face sank: "Even if the Taoist master is in front, the old man is also saying this!" "

"Whew!"

Seeing that Lin Tingfeng had picked up the teacup, Shan Hong was annoyed in his heart, but he didn't speak again, just glanced at him coldly, brushed his sleeves and left.

"Humph!"

Lin Tingfeng put down the teacup, his beard trembled, and his mood was also bad.

At this moment, an old woman walked in outside the door, and she was holding hot tea:

"Hey, the master, Shan Hong is the true legend of the sect, why don't you even prepare a cup of hot tea? Not afraid of offending him? "

"What if you offend and you offend?"

Lin Tingfeng's face was even colder.

"Are you not afraid, but Yun'er can they not be afraid?"

The old woman stomped her feet, feeling a little helpless.

Lin Tingfeng's temper is cold and hard, I don't know how many people she has offended over the years, she remembers that the sect master and disciple visited many times before, but he was closed.

"I saw you rushing to find that Senior Brother Li before, and I also said that you are enlightened, who knows that you are still ......"

"You know what?"

Lin Tingfeng's face turned red and became angry: "I asked Senior Brother Li to ask him for the art of forging soldiers, how could he ever bend to meet him?!" "

"Ugh."

The old woman sighed, didn't want to say any more, and went away with her tea.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and a disciple came to report:

"Helmsman, Uncle Li is here!"

"Huh!"

Lin Tingfeng immediately got up and walked out quickly, his enthusiastic attitude made Li Yuan a little at a loss.

This rugged old man, who looks like a fierce general in the army, forced out this appearance, which really made him a little confused.

"The Weapon Casting Technique is a secret that I don't pass on in the Valley of Divine Soldiers, Senior Brother Lin, don't embarrass me."

Li Yuan was helpless.

For other things, he is also willing to have a good relationship with Lin Tingfeng, but the art of forging weapons is definitely not in this category.

"Where do you dare to spy on his secrets?"

Lin Tingfeng pulled Li Yuan into the house: "It's just that I haven't seen you for many days, and I miss my brother a little." "

Li Yuan could not help it, so he could only follow him into the house and greet the old woman, who came over with a smile and brought tea.

"How can this tea entertain Senior Brother Li? Then I'll 'Yuluoxiang' come! "

Lin Tingfeng scolded, and watched the somewhat stunned old woman go to fetch the spiritual tea and make it with her own hands.

Yuluo Xiang is a special spiritual tea of Hundred Beast Mountain, and he only needs one or two shares every year, and he will not take it out at all.

Li Yuan had a headache.

This reckless old man acted simply and rudely, saying that he would not fight the idea of forging military arts, but in fact he had a posture of not giving up until he reached his goal.

"Come, junior brother drink tea."

Lin Tingfeng was full of smiles, waiting for Li Yuan to taste, but he didn't know that the other party was already thinking about whether to change places to strike iron.

"Good tea, good tea."

The entrance is bitter, the aftertaste is bitter, and after one bite, Li Yuan felt that his tongue was numb, as if he had eaten 800 catties of Coptis chinensis, and his face was a little blue.

"It's good if my junior brother likes it."

Lin Tingfeng poured tea for him, and he didn't speak, just watched with blank eyes.

"This tea ......" Li Yuan put the teacup a little farther away without a trace, thought about it for a while, and felt that it was better to take out something, of course, this was what he pondered himself:

"Senior Brother Lin is also a Sect Casting Master, the junior brother is far inferior, some rough opinions, please ask the senior brother to correct the axe."

After a little groaning, Li Yuan didn't answer and asked first:

"Senior brother, what do you think is the essence of forging soldiers?"

"Whacking, alloying, quenching, grinding, souling."

There are many steps to cast soldiers, Lin Tingfeng answered five of them without thinking, Li Yuan was noncommittal, and asked:

"Among these five steps, in order of priority, remove four, which do you think will be left?"

"Remove four?"

Lin Tingfeng frowned slightly, he was not used to this kind of conversation, but he still replied:

"Yun Ling."

"Yes, the essence of forging soldiers lies in the spirit."

Li Yuan followed his words and said: "The Armor Yunling Technique is a secret transmission of the master, and it is not easy to pass it on, but there are some things that can still be communicated with each other. "

As he spoke, without waiting for his reaction, he spoke:

"The so-called spirit can be roughly divided into four categories, blood channeling, qi and blood channeling, breathing channeling, and killing living beings."

Under the famous weapon, the blade is heavy and sharp, taking into account spirituality, but above the famous weapon, spirituality is the absolute core, and no spirit is not a divine soldier.

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Lin Tingfeng was fascinated by what he heard, and forgot to pour tea for Li Yuan for the time being.

The two talked for a while, mainly Li Yuan was saying, after a while, he got up and said goodbye, of course he couldn't teach the armor spirit technique privately.

Lin Tingfeng was still reminiscing, but he could only send Li Yuan away, of course, he didn't ask to offer all kinds of precious iron materials he needed.

"It's hard to forge a divine soldier."

Back at the forging platform, Li Yuan counted the iron materials he had searched for during this time, a lot of them, and the grade was enough, but they were not much worse than the casting gods.

"Far from ......"

Pounding the fine iron, preparing for the creation of the second best famous weapon, Li Yuan sighed slightly in his heart.

Divine weapons are priceless and do not flow in the market.

As we all know, the price of things that only circulate at the level of great wealth is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, not to mention the complete divine weapon, even if it is the heavenly and earthly treasures it needs, it is only a lot more than the gift of '300,000 taels of gold' left by Chu Xuankong.

"I can only hope for that old man Chu."

Li Yuan's mind wandered.

On the third day of Lao Dao's return to the mountain, Nie Ying came to invite him to the banquet, and the banquet was lackluster, and what he remembered, in addition to Nie Lao Dao's strange eyes, was only the fact that he sent an invitation post to invite a divine craftsman to create a divine soldier.

He also wanted to try his hand, but there was little hope, and it was impossible for him to take the materials he had worked so hard to collect to practice his hands.

Bang!

Before noon, Li Yuan put out the fire, he only worked for half a day these days, except for the repair and creation of the best famous weapons, other transactions were not accepted.

On the main peak of Longmen, Li Yuan cooked rice and stir-fried vegetables as usual, sent a copy to the old dragon's head, chatted with him, and then went back to the house to practice martial arts until late at night.

Airplanes~

Half-asleep, Li Yuan noticed the familiar fluctuations, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the bronze tower pierced by a giant knife.

"It's your turn, isn't it?"

Li Yuan slandered in his heart, but he didn't care too much, it was only three days from the day he first entered the 'Cloud Mountain', and if the mountain master wanted to teach, he would naturally give him time.

Whining~

The breeze blew, and Li Yuan looked at the stone tablet, and the words on it flowed:

"This knife is not a knife, nor is it a gas, but an intention!"

"Mean?"

Li Yuan chewed on the words on the stone tablet, thinking in his heart.

Of course, he didn't just practice martial arts, but he had to go to the 'Inverted Hanging Mountain' to fight the ghost-faced man a few times every once in a while.

"How do you pull it out?"

Before Li Yuan simply asked and made a request, he would most likely ask the other party what he wanted to do.

If it's too difficult, he'll have to run.

In the past few days, he has chatted with the old dragon head a lot, and secretly asked how to withdraw from other people's 'divine realm'.

Of course, that's not safe at all......

"Kill the sword intent, and you can draw the knife."

"Farewell!"

Glancing at the giant knife that could not see the end at a glance, Li Yuan was very decisive.

"You?!"

On the bronze tower, the woman in white stomped her feet, a little helpless, this kid is not big, why is he so cunning?

"What do you want?"

A stone monument descended from the sky and blocked the way.

"This knife, I'm afraid that the knife intent is not thousands of meters high, and the junior's little arms and legs are dead, so I can't shake it even if I am afraid, right?"

Li Yuan spread his hands.

"The meaning of the knife is not a knife, it varies from person to person."

"Can you be more explicit?"

The stele trembled, and the text on it replied:

"If you have a great vein, then the sword intent will only be transformed into a number of vein layers, crush it, and you can draw the knife."

Vary?

Li Yuan's heart moved, but he was not surprised, he had some guesses before, after all, if it weren't for that, how could he be qualified to draw a sword for the grandmaster?

"I want a elixir, the more the merrier."

Slippery, greedy, and shameless.

On the bronze tower, the white-clothed woman's eyelids trembled several times, but she still responded.

"Wait."

Li Yuan interrupted: "I won't get hurt, right?" This knife is a bit fierce. "

What's not just a bit fierce?

From afar, he felt a chill, as if it could freeze his soul.

"No, it won't."

The stele rose from the ground and turned into a purple arc of light, spreading from the foot of Li Yuan to the bronze tower gate.

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"How high is this?"

Li Yuan muttered in his heart, relieved for a while, and found that he was not injured, so he breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and entered the Bronze Tower Divine Realm again.

"I want a hammer!"

This time, Li Yuan was well prepared, holding the purple hammer, taking a deep breath, and stepping into the tower again.

"I'd like to see how tall you are!"

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