On the roof, the eyes of the cultivators overlooking the shop lit up one by one, and they stared at the stove behind the old man in the shop, and there was a long sword with a blue body, the sword was about three feet eight inches long, the hilt and the sword body were integrated, and a dragon was wrapped around it, emitting wisps of pale cold air visible to the naked eye.

"Dao Soldier Sword!"

At this moment, many cultivators who used swords burned their eyes, walking in Kyushu, who doesn't want to have a magic weapon, even if they fight with people, they can also have a few more chances of victory and vitality.

It's just a mouthful of soldiers, even if it is cheap, there is no snow silver with the best fineness of more than 10,000 taels, and some large weapons merchants will not take it out for you to see, not to mention some long-standing warrior families, it is difficult to find a soldier for 10,000 taels of snow silver.

At this time, many cultivators in this alley were mostly casual cultivators, their heads tied to their belts, and some of them didn't have a meal, even if they had some family backgrounds, they couldn't come up with more than a thousand taels of silver.

For a while, many people's eyes flickered, and they gave birth to all kinds of thoughts.

Wang Qingyuan frowned, his mental power was keen, not to mention the blue and cold Jiaolong Sword, the old man squatting in front of the stove was a little strange, not an ordinary stupid and stunned god, as if he had left his soul.

People have a soul spirit, since the birth of spiritual power, Wang Qingyuan can always feel the spiritual charm of everyone, but at this time, in this arsenal shop, although the old man is still smoking hookah, but his eyes are blank, and the most important thing is that Wang Qingyuan has not captured the slightest spiritual charm.

"It's really him!"

"It won't be wrong, the breath is pulled, and the group of soldiers under the Dao soldiers is dormant. ”

There is a soldier who walked out of the weapon shop on the long street was dumbfounded, and the old man who came to live in this smelting city ten years ago, full of unreliable mouths, actually forged a Taoist soldier and became a master of refining.

You must know that this old man has never even been able to take out a treasure soldier before, and only relies on selling some ordinary swords that can't even be hammered and forged to make a living, and sometimes even the farm tools and rakes of ordinary people's homes will be repaired, so that it seems that he is more concerned than forging weapons.

"This master, can this dragon sword cut love? ”

In just a moment, some people couldn't hold back and spoke, but as a cultivator, he understood the identity and status of a refining master, and after today, the tide would definitely rise, and the door would be like a market. There was no impulse, everyone was patient at this time, and they stood in front of the shop and did not rush in, for fear of offending this master who was about to become famous in a state and became a blockbuster.

"Don't sell it, you all go out, this is my home!"

The little girl bit her lip and lay in front of the old man, her immature arms spread, and her face flushed at the rudeness of a cultivator.

Hmmm? Not true!

At this time, an experienced veteran craftsman noticed something unusual, stared at the old man behind the little girl, looked at him, seemed to think of something, and exclaimed: "Soul melting!"

What the!

Many cultivators didn't understand, and the old craftsman didn't want to be angry, so he explained in a deep voice: "The way of casting soldiers is actually going against the sky, especially when it comes to psychic soldiers, injecting spirituality is like seizing the opportunity to create heaven and earth, this is a trip against the sky, and most of them are difficult to end well."

It is easy for the craftsman not to cast psychic soldiers, except for the hundred divine soldiers in the book of heavenly soldiers, there are not many psychic soldiers who have not entered the spectrum, this is the truth, treasure, Tao, psychic, feathering, in fact, it is the process of the craftsman step by step to seize the heaven and earth, and ignite the process of spiritual vitality, heaven and earth have a feeling, on the occasion of the birth of the blade, the wheel will be turned, and it is also a catastrophe, once it is over, the craftsman understands the world and the world, and the attainments are deeper, and most of them will go further. ”

The old soldier explained, and there were doubts in his heart, it was recorded in the codex of the classics that the calamity of the soul melting heaven generally does not appear in the soldiers who are initially promoted to master-level figures, they are all profound attainments, deep years, and close to the characters of the divine craftsman, and they will only attract the calamity when casting the Taoist soldiers.

Soul melting!

This old man is on a catastrophe?

A group of cultivators listened to the myths and legends, as far as these most ordinary casual cultivators in Kyushu were concerned, not to mention the calamities that belonged to the refining masters such as Soul Melting Heaven, even if they were masters of forging Dao foundations, they could still give birth to infinite awe and admiration.

But no matter how much awe and exclamation, they can't stop their longing.

This is the old oilmen who have been crawling and rolling in Kyushu for many years, and the delusions of the little people are always endless, no matter when and where, as far as the eye can see, they can't suppress their churning desires.

In fact, they just want to become stronger, and status and wealth are sometimes even more important to them than life.

If this new refining master can't wake up......

For a while, in front of the shabby shop, many cultivators in the world had their eyes flickering, and some of them had some vague thoughts, and some people wandered their eyes, looking for a possible way out in this narrow alley.

On the roof, Wang Qingyuan clearly felt that the atmosphere was beginning to become stagnant, and this was a group of cultivators secretly raising qi and blood, which invisibly oppressed the air.

In the messy and dark shop, in front of the dimly lit stove, a thin old man shirtless smoked a hookah with blank eyes, and the green smoke curled up, making it hard to believe that at this moment he had left the soul and melted into the sky, and was struggling between the vast world and the world, waiting for his return.

The little girl was more vigilant, obviously not ignorant, she was dead in front of the old man, but some of the soldiers on the long street knew that the little girl had no blood relationship with the old man, this was the abandoned baby that the old man picked up in the alley the next year after he arrived in this Yecheng City.

"Don't want a living baby, the old man has it, and he just has a companion. ”

Some of the soldiers still remember the old man's self-deprecating voice that day, and later he really adopted him and went to the official yamen to settle down. With a serious background.

It's a filial child, some soldiers sighed, and frowned at the same time, if the old man could wake up, it would be fine. If you can't wake up......

Half a cup of tea, one cup of tea, half a stick of incense, one stick of incense......

Time flowed, but apparently the many casual cultivators in the alley didn't have much patience. After a long time, he began to be restless and scolded.

"According to the classics, it will not take an hour at the longest. ”

A soldier hesitated for a moment, then spoke, and the alley fell silent again.

Some of the other craftsmen moved their eyes, but they didn't say much, they knew that the soldier who opened his mouth had spoken for more than half an hour, even if he looked down on many people on weekdays, but he couldn't harm people's lives after all.

The little girl also showed a little gratitude. But she soon relented, even at the age of eight or nine, she already had some insight, and the sinister truth of people's hearts was deeply rooted in her heart early.

Half an hour passed.

In front of the stove, the old man still had no intention of getting up, the action of smoking the hookah remained the same, and even the height of the arm was not bad, at this time, the tobacco had already burned out, and the old man swallowed it again. There is no smoke left.

"Grandpa!"

The little girl turned her head to look at it, and she showed a little panicked, and the old man told her that within half an hour. No one could move his body, and after half an hour, he asked her to give out the Jiaolong Sword and close the door to thank the guests.

Hmmm? Not true!

Observing words and emotions has always been an instinct that practitioners need to cultivate when they go to Kyushu, and a little change in the little girl's expression makes them feel emotional. I know that the soldier just now obviously didn't tell the truth.

The more solemn the atmosphere, the more you can smell the pins falling.

Some soldiers sighed in their hearts, it is recorded in the classics that the longest is half an hour, but there are a few masters who can survive for half an hour and still return to their souls, there are very few for thousands of years, and now it is close to half an hour, and the chance of the old man's recovery is very slim.

Half an hour!

When the last half of the incense burned out, the little girl couldn't hold back any longer, turned around and threw herself on the old man, tears fell down with tears, and choked up: "Grandpa is back, don't go......"

The little girl's cry completely made the cultivators understand that it was only half an hour.

As soon as the refining master dies, the Jiaolong Sword will be equivalent to an ownerless thing, and there will be no more attention from major forces such as first-order sects and families.

"Everyone, everyone can fight for this Jiaolong Sword, but please go out of the alley and make a move, don't hurt the innocent. ”

The warmaker who spoke before said again, he was about the year old, and he was a new second-grade warsmith on the long street of this Yecheng City, and he could build fine iron blades.

"What are you, you dared to fool me before!"

"Everyone can embrace the ownerless things, and I need you to be a saint!

"Yes, I, Wu Liang, am willing to adopt!"

The alley was boiling, and the faces of the middle-aged soldiers changed suddenly, these scattered cultivators were cunning, obviously guessing that the little girl might get some inheritance and wanted to take it into her pocket.

On the roof, some of the so-called masters who have been observing for a long time are also ready to move, Wang Qingyuan frowned, he even caught some desire from the eyes of some people, this is knowing that the battle for the Jiaolong Sword is difficult, and most of them are hopeless, so they have other crooked ideas.

In the shop.

The little girl who had fallen on the old man turned her immature little face, she grabbed the blue long sword on the stove, even if her palm was frozen white, she bit her lip tightly, she stumbled twice, the tip of the sword was barely raised, with a crying voice, shouted to everyone outside the shop: "You all leave, this is grandpa's sword, you are all bad people, you all go away, this is grandpa's sword ......"

"Little girl, don't cry, Wu Liang adopted you and raised you for nothing. ”

This is a low, short and fat man who looks like he is about the same age, with a Wu hook on his back, and his mung bean-sized eyes turning, revealing a gentle smile, but the mouth full of yellow teeth is a little hideous no matter how you look at it.

"Wu Liang, you have a good idea, Lao Tzu lives in this Yecheng City, naturally Lao Tzu adopted this little girl, and the sword was not needed, and it was left to the little girl to pass it on. ”

Another young man who looked to be in his twenties spoke, dressed in a white shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand.

"Mei Lianpi, who doesn't know that you are bold, but you don't have the courage to do the flower picking business, what sword to heirloom, when you come to your house, it's not for you to handle. ”

Immediately, there was a sneer, no mercy at all, and the young man in the long shirt immediately turned gloomy.

"Get out, you all get out, I won't go with you!"

The little girl blushed angrily, tears fell down, her immature hands became paler, the dragon sword was born, the casting material was extremely cold, and it was difficult for ordinary people to make it at all.

Some warsmiths hesitated and wanted to make a move, but there were too many people in the alley, and the cultivation world had always regarded human life as a mustard, let alone a Jiaolong sword worth more than 10,000 taels, and a little girl who might get the inheritance of a refining master, even if she only had the essence of fur, she would be a strange thing to live in.

They don't want to cause trouble in vain.

"The little girl is willful, and she will know the good of her uncles and uncles in the future. ”

Wu Liang, the low and fat man, rolled his eyes, and he was about to step into the shop, and at this moment, seven or eight people, such as Mei Lianpi, the young man in the long robe, also shot at the same time, wanting to grab the sword and grab the person.

Boom!

The sound of unsheathing, the green light flashed, and the knife was sharp, which shocked Wu Liang and several people's hairs to stand up, and they stopped abruptly.

Burst!

With a soft sound, everyone saw that in front of the shop, a long cyan and simple knife appeared, and the blade of the knife was several inches into the ground, and it did not move.

"She said she didn't want to go, didn't you hear that? ”