At this time, Qianqin often had a melancholy face, and cultivation was really a very hard and very boring thing.

Yun Zhao stood out among the countless people who resisted the boring practice, and he strongly condemned the teacher's practice before he even started his practice, so much so that he became a clear stream among the practitioners.

"Wrought iron is only beaten, there is no bellows for high temperature, and it is not quenched, is this a cultivation or an imbecile growth note?" Yun Zhao, whose face was full of disdain, looked a little angry.

The blacksmith man named Yuexia did not answer, but walked directly to the wall, picked up the largest iron hammer, and picked up a piece of rough iron from the anvil and placed it on it.

Usually at this time, the young man would blink his eyes, waiting for the blacksmith man to show his might as a demonstration, but things deviated from the direction of the conjecture, Yue Xia directly handed the hammer into Yun Zhao's hand, and pointed to the thick iron, the intention was obvious.

Yun Zhao was taken aback by the extremely heavy hammer, the young man who had slashed the stone pier in the military town had not felt such a heavy weight for a long time.

I don't know if it was the weight of the hammer that made him feel the pressure, or if Yue Xia's scrutinizing gaze gave him a strong desire to express himself.

Quickly put away the rest of the distractions in his mind, revealing a long-lost focused look, slowly moved to the top of the anvil, leaned back, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, his arms full of strength almost swelled in a circle, and the hammer whistling in the air seemed to be a black lightning.

Under the strong breath-holding pendulum, the swinging hammer bloomed with a sharp sound of breaking the air in a very short time, and the moment it smashed on the thick iron, the black lightning really exploded a thunderbolt, and the entire dilapidated alleyway was shaken.

Just as he was about to show off the strength he had honed in the side plug to the person next to him, a shocking scene occurred, and a violent repulsion force swung back along the hammer wave, almost instantly bounced away Yun Zhao's grip on the handle.

It took a long time for his hands to clench his fists to suppress the slashing shock, and he watched in a daze as the hammer smashed the thick iron section, leaving only a faint white mark, not even a trace of dents.

With a "dang", the hammer fell back to the ground.

...

"Arms, shoulders, waist, abdomen, knees, feet. Every time he said a word, he slapped it in the corresponding position, and Yue Xia quickly finished the instructions for the six parts, pushed away Yun Zhao, who was stunned, and picked up the hammer.

Yun Zhao, who had just come back to his senses, hurriedly looked at his movements carefully, only to see that the position of the hammer was extremely backward, next to the ground.

The legs were crossed at a great distance, and when Yue Xia exerted his strength, the leg of the front bow slowly fell to the ground, and the whole body appeared in an extremely distorted posture, and the right rear hammer position was swung out from the left front in a half circle at the top of the arc.

The whole body was extremely deep, and what was even more surprising was that the speed at which the hammer slid down in the air was extremely slow, as if Yue Xia was deliberately controlling the strength of the hammer.

No matter how long the trajectory is, no matter how slow the speed, there will be the moment of collision, the moment when the cone of the hammer smashes into the rough embryo.

Yun Zhao swore that he didn't make the slightest sound, but the hammer seemed to be smashed on a sponge, sinking deep into the rough embryo, and Yue Xia's arms trembled in the slightest, still with the same expressionless square face.

The young man's open mouth forgot to close, and Yue Xia slowly retracted the hammer, leaving only a flat rough embryo pit.

...

"You're really weak. This sentence is more like a summary judgment.

Yun Zhao didn't know what he remembered, he closed his mouth and didn't refute, and the backyard was silent for a while.

"You can try. Yue Xia's gaze fell on the young man's waist and fell on the knife.

The young man smiled nervously, his expression suddenly solemn, and his right hand slowly fell to the hilt.

"My knife is fast. A piece of advice is like a declaration of pride.

However, there was no response, so the young man drew his knife, and Yun Zhao quickly pulled out the unsheathed like a shock.

Even now, there are still not many people in the world who have seen Yun Zhao's knife, but there are many people in the Qianmu Grassland, but unfortunately none of them survived, but there is a word of mouth by the fire in the middle of the night.

The moment the man touches the hilt of the knife, you need to protect your neck and not let death come too suddenly.

So, to confirm this sentence, the unsheathed disappeared in the backyard, and only the terrifying sound of the knife could barely judge the location.

Boom!

This was not the sound of a knife slashing on Yue Xia's lean body, the reason was that it was too dull and there was no sense of separation.

It was the sound of clasped palms.

Yun Zhao's resolute gaze did not fluctuate, he never expected to be killed with a single knife when he killed people in the grassland, the real nightmare was that the enemy never knew where the next knife was, nor did he know that the next knife would be faster.

But when Yun Zhao was about to draw the knife from Yue Xia's palms and slash again, he was stunned, and he felt desperate when he held the knife for the first time.

Yun Zhao likes to delve into the meaning of names, he feels that everyone's name is a story, and it has always been a little strange that the name Yue Xia is very similar to the name of a mountain range, until this time he finally understood the meaning of this name.

Yue Gorge means mountain, Yun Zhao knife is clamped by the mountain range, so how can it be drawn?

It's not the despair that comes from the heart, but the despair aura that the absolute strength itself emits, when you face him, the feeling will be even stronger, just like Yun Zhao's heart at this time, a little sad.

The blade as thin as a cicada's wings trembled at a speed that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, and the tiniest dust between the cracks in the bricks and tiles of the backyard shook out, leaving only a series of tooth-aching grinding sounds in the fog.

...

Two figures were busy in a small backyard with a wooden broom, and one of them, a young man with a cucumber in his mouth, said vaguely: "Brother Yue, the eight veins are not connected, and you can practice just by striking iron?"

"This is refining. Yue Xia was still busy cleaning up the dust.

Smack!

The crisp cucumber fell to the ground and fell into two, and Yue Xia frowned a little distressedly.

"You can refine your body... Are you from the military department?" the young man felt incredulous, and his voice trembled a little.

Yue Xia lowered his head and thought for a while, then struggled for a moment and said, "You can also say the same." ”

"Brother Yue, can you teach me to refine the body?" At this moment, his voice was obviously an octave higher, and his tone was full of excitement.

Yun Zhao felt that his gaze seemed to be full of doubts, and then found that when he was about to raise his hand and point at the hammer, he finally understood where the misunderstanding was, and hurriedly explained: "The real refining body, the method of opening the pulse and cultivating. ”

I never thought that there would be a body refining cultivation in this humble backyard, and Yun Zhao, who had previously had a wait-and-see attitude towards this person's ability to solve the problem of the eight veins, was really excited at this moment.

The young man who had been collecting all the information about the refining body in the Tiger Benjun Town all night, and he finally confirmed one thing within a few months of preparing for the exam, the refining body did not need the foundation of the eight veins to practice, and this was the only way out for him.

No matter how many people have said that he should get the attention of the military department through the court examination, so as to obtain the method of refining and cultivating, but as a teenager who is disappointed and disappointed to the point of numbness, no matter how dreamy the expectation is, he has become accustomed to becoming a comical bubble.

How to stand out among so many characters who can open the pulse and practice, and how to let the Tang Dynasty military department teach generously, this is the most troublesome problem in my heart after experiencing the Yaoxian banquet.

He killed people and killed people in the Qianmu Grassland from the age of twelve to sixteen, and everyone in Chengping forgot that he was only sixteen years old, and he was tormented and tormented on the path of cultivation from Huben Army Town to Chang'an, and everyone along the way still forgot that he was only sixteen years old, and in the time he experienced at this age, Yun Zhao was really hard, and he lived very hard.

So he wanted to live even more, so much so that he was now in tears.

Yue Xia was obviously very uncomfortable with a lively young man, and in an instant he became a crying angry bag, this leaping image change made him a little distressed, scratching his chin and looking helpless.

"Refining is a thing of the military department, and it needs their consent before it can be passed on to you, this is the rule. ”

"What if they don't agree!" Yun Zhao's words showed this kind of complaining tone for the first time.

"You really learned how to kill, how could they not agree?" Yue Xia picked up the broken cucumber with a dark face.

"Striking iron?"

"Strike iron!"

...

There is a dilapidated shop in a dilapidated old alley in Kyoto,

The shabby shop has a wrought-iron backyard,

There's a teenager in the backyard,

Thunderous.