The southern part of the Chengtian Dynasty Continent, also known as Jiannan Road.

There is a river in the road that connects to the sky, winding from west to east, reaching the sea. In the upper reaches of the river, there is another Yunyan Creek connected to it, and at the end of the Yunyan Creek is Tianxia Town.

In the most remote jurisdiction of Tianxia Town, there is a village, because it is located in the remote area, in the mountains, except for the local villagers, it is rarely visited. Because it is the first remote place in the town, this village is also called the first village by the local villagers. Therefore, the full name of this village is: the first village in the world.

Although the village is located in a remote area, the scenery is good, it is early autumn, the autumn leaves are yellow, the rice fields are ripe, and the village is full of golden orange color as far as the eye can see. It seems to be a statue of a Buddha country.

Young and old in the village are busy harvesting in the fields or orchards, except for the one at the end of the village.

This is a dilapidated house, a large stove is placed in the middle of the bamboo shed outside the house, a large bellows is set up by the hearth, a twelve or thirteen shirtless, with a cowhide waist around the waist of the young man is constantly pulling the bellows, with the front and back pulling action, the young man's arms bulge a piece of muscle groups due to the force. His age-inappropriate eyes stared at the large flames rising from the bellows in the hearth.

It wasn't until one of the flames burst into the sky that it almost burned to the beams in the house, that a broken cry came out of his mouth: "Blanking." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark object ejected from the inner hall and landed impartially in the furnace, raising the sparks that filled the room.

The black object fell into the fire, and the flames in the sky were miraculously crushed, as if sucked in by the object.

The young man's expression was still strange, and the speed of pulling the bellows suddenly doubled, and the flames that were suppressed slowly rose again.

At this time, a middle-aged man limped away from the inner hall, dressed as a blacksmith like the young man, without a trace of fat on his body, and a deep scar on his face, hanging obliquely from the corner of his eyebrows to the corner of his mouth. He can survive, and it can't but be said that it is fate.

The young man looked up and saw the middle-aged man come out, and shouted, "Master!"

The middle-aged blacksmith should not, staring at the black thing, and a hoarse and low voice sounded: "The fire just now, it's still a little close, you're too anxious." The accuracy of the fire is not enough, this piece of yin iron, even if it is quenched, the internal impurities may still be unclean, made into a bow arm, and the force will not exceed 100 stones. ”

After a pause, he taught: "In the art of refining weapons, in addition to materials and craftsmanship, other furnaces, wind, and hammers are all very important, but they can't compare to this fire. ”

The young man was naturally convinced of Master's words, but he was full of reluctance to see that the piece of Yin Iron was still burning in the furnace.

This thing, but it took him more than half a year to help the villagers get hundreds of iron farm tools, plus hunting dozens of evil beasts in the deep mountains, although it can be made into a fine bow of no more than 100 stones, which is better than an ordinary strong bow within ten stones, but the young man exchanged for this piece of yin iron, naturally not for this 100 stone fine bow. This Yin iron has a peculiar texture, both soft and hard, and is an excellent material for making weapons, unlike other iron tools, but it is extremely hard.

Seeing that he was reluctant, the middle-aged man sighed, stomped over step by step, picked up the yin iron with iron tongs, grabbed the iron hammer with his right hand, and began to temper the yin iron. The left hand kept flipping the iron block, and the right hand kept dropping the hammer, and after a few blows, the iron turned into a long strip-like object, which was put into the side water tank, and the green smoke rose and spread out of the house.

The middle-aged man put the iron bar into the furnace again, repeated it several times, and finally took shape. A dark bow arm appeared in his hand.

The boy happily took the bow arm, carefully took out the ox tendon he had stored for half a year from his bosom, and carefully wound the ends of it, and a one-and-a-half-foot pocket bow was born.

The boy couldn't wait to hold the bow in his left hand and pull the string with his right hand, and the force was carried on his arm, and sure enough, he easily pulled the bow into a full circle.

The young man was suddenly displeased, and frowned, with his arm strength now approaching one hundred and fifty stones, how could he be satisfied with this hundred stone essence bow?

Thinking of the rarity of this yin iron, I couldn't help but sigh again, and said to myself: Do you have to wait for half a year before you have the opportunity to get all the materials and then refine it? My bad luck, when will I be able to turn around? I have already worn red underwear every day as my sister said, is it because the color is not red enough? Or has the time not come?

Seeing him muttering and looking dejected, the middle-aged blacksmith knew what he was thinking, and said while putting all kinds of tools back in their places: "Do you know that in the Dynasty Continent, the Upper Eighth Army, which is known as the most elite, has a force called the Shooting Army?"

The young man shook his head blankly, how could he, who had never been out of the town, know this?

The middle-aged blacksmith then explained: "What is the sound of shooting? Hearing its name and knowing its meaning, listening to the sound and shooting, even in the dark, you can hear and shoot, every shot, do you know, these marksmen, how many stones are the bows they use?"

The boy's eyes lit up, and his eyes were full of eagerness for knowledge.

The middle-aged blacksmith was obviously very satisfied with his expression, but he also paused for a few snaps of his fingers before he said slowly: "In the strongest archery army on the mainland, the bow used is about fifty stones, and the occasional archer with natural divine power is only about eighty stones, and in the entire continent army, such an existence will not exceed ten ......."

The young man became excited, and said, "If I go to join the army, won't I be able to become the number one archer in the world?"

With his bow firing power of one hundred and fifty stones, he was completely crushed compared to the strongest in the dynasty with only eighty stones. Even the strongest lieutenant in the Shooting Sound Army barely reached one hundred and twenty stones.

The middle-aged blacksmith slowly sat down on the only recliner at the door, leaned back slowly, picked up the teacup, took a sip hard, glanced at the slightly excited little apprentice, and said in his heart: Let you be comfortable for a while.

Half-squinting, he said again: "Do you think your power of one hundred and fifty stones is the strongest in the world?"

The young man was excited, as if he was boiling water, and suddenly poured a bucket of cold water, and he was agitated and sobered up.

I was really unlucky to get home, and when I encountered such a thing, I had to divide it several times before I finished it, and I had to make a few powerful turns in this matter to satisfy the master. The expression on his face made a completely opposite movement to his heart, twitching the corners of his mouth, and the smile on his face just now froze on his face, as if it had suddenly been frozen.

The middle-aged blacksmith saw this expression that made him even more satisfied, and slowly recalled in appreciation: "A bow of one hundred and fifty stones is naturally very strong among the mortals of the entire Dynasty Continent, but this bit of strength, in the cultivation realm, I am afraid that even a mosquito will not be able to shoot down." Not to mention anything else?"

The boy's face changed from a pretended stiffness to a real shock at the moment.

Is this true?

The middle-aged blacksmith didn't appreciate his expression anymore at this time, and his eyes revealed reminiscence, regret and other complicated tastes that the young man didn't quite understand.

Without waiting for the young man to ask, he said to himself: "I have ever seen the strongest bow, which is made of sacred wood, and integrated into the arrow with spiritual power, the arrow contains the power of heaven and earth and the spirit of the divine beast, Taoist runes, when an arrow is shot, the sky collapses, the mountain roars and the tsunami, and the entire green mountain is shot through, and the hole is still in the mountain, and the arrow marks are neatly aligned, without the slightest concave and convex." ”

The boy was stunned for a while before he came to his senses, and asked with a stutter: "The archer... Mo... Could it be that the gods can't be immortals?"

How can ordinary mortals have the strength to shoot through the green mountains?

The middle-aged blacksmith despised it: "If it is a true immortal, can it be used to shoot arrows so hard? The person who shot the arrow was just a mortal, and later cultivated to the realm of a god, so he could shoot that earth-shattering arrow. ”

The young man shook his head in disbelief. Although Master's words are naturally believed in ordinary days, but shoot through the green mountains...... How could such a mythical thing be done by a mortal?

Seeing his expression, the middle-aged blacksmith picked up the teacup again and took a sip gently, as if he were drinking.

Turning his head and solemnly said to the young man: "If you don't believe it, if you have a chance in the future, you can go and see the green mountain for yourself, as well as the hole that passes through the green mountain body." ”

The first time a young man who had never been out of a small town heard Master tell him about something thousands of miles away from him, at this time, like a frog who had lived in a well for twelve years, suddenly jumped out of the deep well, looking at this vast and boundless world, he almost fainted, and this information hit his mind like a stormy wave.

Several years of smelting life not only exercised his physique, but also trained his Yue Zhenyuan's mind, so that he could come back to his senses, clenched his fists, his eyes turned from confusion to perseverance, and he said slowly: "I must go and see that green mountain with my own eyes, if I can see such a god man and a divine arrow, I will have no regrets in this life!"

At the end of this old and young talk about arrows and bows, a scoop and an embroidered shoe roared out of the inner hall, and smashed steadily and accurately on the heads of the middle-aged blacksmith and the young man, and a vicious middle-aged female voice roared out from the inside out: "The old immortal took a little rabbit cub and said bow and arrow there again, there is no rice to cook today, all go out to find food for the old lady!"