"In the past few days, you will live in my side room first, and when my injuries have recovered slightly, I will go over with you to take a look!" Hearing that Wuxian was not there for the past two days, Zhang Yi was a little uncertain, and he was pretending to be sick again, in case there was a ghost in it, it would be troublesome, so he had to let Zhu Shujie live in his compound first.

If there is really any monster and dares to come here, then Zhang Yi can also show his skills in the eye of the sky.

When Zhu Shujie heard Zhang Yi's letting him live in his compound, the face that was still scared just now disappeared in an instant, but he became excited, as if he was pretending to be afraid just now.

"Okay, okay, so I can see you every day!" When Zhu Shujie's words fell, she was afraid that Zhang Yi would think that she was lying to him, and her face was embarrassed, so she was dumbfounded for a while.

This sentence again, Zhang Yi has a headache, but there is nothing he can do!

"It's not too early, you can go and rest!" Zhang Yi struggled for a long time, and finally broke free from Zhu Shujie's arms.

Zhu Shujie didn't have time to ask Zhang Yi what he had been doing in the past two days, but he saw Zhang Yi walk into his room by himself and closed the door casually.

"Death Zhang Yi, hatred Zhang Yi!hmph!" Seeing that Zhang Yi was not taking care of himself, he didn't even say a word of expectation in his heart, wrinkled his nose, and walked into the house next to him angrily.

Zhang Yi got rid of Zhu Shujie's entanglement, and after entering the room, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Murong Xuan!" Zhang Yi called softly, and the female ghost turned into a breeze and floated in from outside.

"What do you command?" the female ghost Murong Xuan came in and bowed to Zhang Yi.

Zhang Yi is her savior, before this, this female ghost has been under the hill, and lacks a soul, this stay is more than ten years, if it is not for Zhang Yi to appear, this female ghost is afraid that her soul will be scattered.

Not only did she absorb enough energy, but also took her in at home and felt the warmth of home again, which made her very grateful.

"You might be able to sense that there is something unusual in the compound next to you?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Childe, the day before yesterday and yesterday, someone appeared in Miss Zhu's compound twice, and as for other anomalies, they haven't been found yet!" the female ghost thought for a moment and said.

"You go down first, come and report any movement!" Zhang Yi commanded.

"It's Childe!" The words fell, and the female ghost Murong Xuan didn't say too much, and disappeared into a gust of wind, and when she appeared, she was already sitting on the roof of the house, and continued to sob.

"A good-looking man dressed in college clothes!" Zhang Yi said to himself.

Can have such strength on the Tongtian list, in addition to the top ten people, who else can there be? But I don't know who it is, Zhang Yi, the fourth-ranked wooden emperor, knows, the third Lian Luo, even if he turns to ashes, the female ghost will recognize him, and the second Leng Fengtian, the first ranked Shifang Zhi, the image of these two people is relatively blurred in the courtyard, and few people see their appearance.

As for the people who rank from five to ten, almost all of them are people from the five peaks senior brothers, many people have seen them, but none of them are beautiful!

After the female ghost left, Zhang Yi closed the eye of the sky, and he didn't think much about it, he simply washed up, and then turned off the lights and rested, as for what Zhu Shujie said, the bed moved, Zhang Yi didn't take it to heart.

In the past two days, Zhang Yi has been immersed in forging, and even some daily swordsmanship and latent skills have not been practiced.

As soon as the morning dawned, Zhang Yi had breakfast, ignored Zhu Shujie, who was sleeping lazy, and came to the refining room a little impatiently and continued to start forging.

Today is the third day of Zhang Yi's forging, and the pain is not as intense as the previous two days, and his potential is even stronger than before, his whole body is filled with an explosive force, and a confidence arises in his heart that he can forge a thousand hammers today.

Zhang Yi came to the refining room, looked around, and did not find the figure of the old man surnamed An, and he did not hesitate at the moment.

Pick up the forging hammer with both hands and start striking the iron.

One Hammer ...... Five Hammer ...... Thirteen Hammers...... Until the nineteenth hammer, Zhang Yi's face was not red or panting, and he was still continuing, twenty-four hammers...... Thirty-two hammers...... It wasn't until the forty-third hammer that sweat appeared on Zhang Yi's forehead, and his breathing became heavy, and the pig iron visible to the naked eye shrank by nearly half, but he was even more energetic at the moment, and in one breath, he hit seventy-seven hammers, and then he leaned against the corner of the wall exhausted, panting heavily.

The more he fought, the more strenuous it became, looking at the glowing pig iron in front of him, the excitement on Zhang Yi's face disappeared, but he frowned.

Most of the impurities have been removed, and the hardness of this pig iron is harder than before, and the color on it has completely turned silvery-white, but it is not enough, Zhang Yi knows that if you want to build a weapon, you can't remove all the impurities, and the quality of the weapon will be very low, not to mention the inferior weapons.

If the pig iron in front of it is a piece of soft mud that can be poked into it with your fingers, then the forged pig iron becomes a wall, and your fingers can't poke it in.

Zhang Yi rested for a while, picked up the forging hammer, and smashed the hammer into the pig iron, "Bang!", the forging hammer rebounded, Zhang Yi almost couldn't hold it steadily, and almost smashed it on his head!

If it is smashed down this time, even if it has the potential to protect the body, I am afraid that it will take some time to cultivate.

Looking at the pig iron, although there are depressions, the depth is not as deep as the previous day.

However, at this time, an old man surnamed An walked in, carrying a lunch box in his hand.

Seeing Zhang Yi pull out a hammer this time, the old man surnamed An frowned, and the forging hammer fell on the pig iron, and the force of the rebound made Zhang Yi take a few steps back.

Zhang Yi sensed that someone was coming in, gave up forging for a while, and turned to look behind him.

"The student has seen the teacher!" Zhang Yi put down the forging hammer, the sweat on his forehead didn't have time to wipe it, and he hugged his fist and bowed to the old man surnamed An.

The old man surnamed An glared at Zhang Yi, put down the lunch box in his hand, came to the casting table by himself, and picked up the forging hammer with one hand, with a half-step distance between his feet.

With the hammer tail in your left hand and your left hand at a foot away from your left hand, you can lift the forging hammer and smash it down......

If the sound of Zhang Yi smashing the pig iron is a little crisp, then although the sound of the old man smashing the pig iron is crisp, there is a very dull rhythm in it.

After a hammer, then a hammer, another hammer, another hammer, hammer after hammer, hammer after hammer, the hammer shadow wants to be connected, endlessly.

I only saw the hammer shadow shaking, and the sound of the falling hammer had a melody, "Bang...... Boom...... Boom ......" sounded rhythmically.

Zhang Yi looked at the old man surnamed An in shock, and an incredible feeling permeated his heart and could not be dissipated.

Picking up the three-thousand-pound forging hammer with one hand, as if he was holding an effortless thing, and then looking at his iron-striking posture, his expression was resolute, and he did not look embarrassed by the hardness of the pig iron, not only was he not embarrassed, but he was also very easy to build.

In just a few breaths, the old man surnamed An had already hit more than a hundred hammers, his face was not red and he put down the forging hammer without panting, and glanced at Zhang Yi meaningfully.

This more than 100 hammers, let Zhang Yi fight, without a pillar of incense, it is impossible to complete, but the old man surnamed An only took dozens of breaths, this is the gap!

Seeing that the old man surnamed An had finished beating more than 100 hammers, a sudden feeling made Zhang Yi nod, it turned out that the iron could still be beaten like this, Zhang Yi remembered it deeply.

The old man surnamed An glanced at Zhang Yi and walked out without saying a word, and he had no intention of talking to Zhang Yi from beginning to end.

Zhang Yi couldn't take care of eating, afraid that he would not be in a hurry to learn the appearance of the old man surnamed An, so he held the forging hammer with both hands apart, and the distance between his heels and toes was half a step, and he picked up a hammer and smashed it down.

Unexpectedly, there is still the power of rebound, but after watching the old man's iron, Zhang Yi already had an understanding in his heart, and immediately followed the power of rebound, hitting a hammer at this time, hammer after hammer, after a pillar of incense, Zhang Yi had already hit nearly ninety hammers, and his stomach rang, so he stopped.

The old man surnamed An, who was quietly standing at the door, saw Zhang Yi learning to strike iron in his own way, and turned around and left with an expressionless face.

The scene of the old man surnamed An looking at himself, Zhang Yi didn't notice it, and continued to start striking iron after eating.

It lasted until Hai Shi, enduring the boring iron, Zhang Yi dragged his tired body to eat dinner and returned to his compound.

Although it is very difficult to strike iron, Zhang Yi once practiced swordsmanship in his dream, compared to seven or eight years of swordsmanship practice without day and night in his dream, the boredom of striking iron is not worth mentioning, and he has already honed his indomitable will.

But Zhang Yi didn't know that it was this tenacious will that stumped countless people with latent body refining weapons.

He can endure loneliness, he can endure his temperament!