The next day, in the Casting Valley of the Instrument Hall of the Ming Sect General Altar in Kunlun Mountain, Zhao Zhijing carried his two long swords on his back, and there were several tall men by Zhao Zhijing's side. If you look closely at these people, they are all big shoulders and round waists, and the muscles are coiled up like dragons on their arms, which shows that these people are all powerful people.

But at the head of these people was an old man of fifty or sixty years old, whose waist was slightly bent at this time, but his eyes were unusually shining, full of wisdom. Seeing Zhao Zhijing's arrival, the old man led everyone to kneel down on one knee and said, "See the sect leader." ”

Zhao Zhijing listened, quickly helped the old man up from the ground, and said slowly: "Zhong Lao is really polite, this seat is here today, who asks for something, how can Zhong Lao be so polite!" The old man Zhao Zhijing helped up was none other than Zhong Tong, the hall master of the Mingjiao Instrument Hall.

To say that this instrument hall was only established after Zhao Zhijing took over the position of sect leader, since he will conquer the world in the future, natural swords and weapons are indispensable. There were many original Mingjiao disciples, and naturally there were many people who knew how to cast weapons, but these people were still rushing to kill in the rivers and lakes like ordinary Mingjiao disciples. When Zhao Zhijing found out, he immediately scolded in his heart: "Isn't this a waste of talent? Shouldn't such technical talents be taken care of?"

Thinking about it, Zhao Zhijing issued an order to find these people who could cast weapons among the many disciples of the Ming Sect, these people did not have to rush to kill like other Ming Sect disciples on weekdays, but they needed to cast weapons for the disciples of the Ming Sect. At the beginning, there were still people who looked down on these people in the Instrument Hall, but when their weapons were damaged, they naturally turned to the foundry masters of the Instrument Hall. A good weapon is so important in this river and lake, and then the disciples of the instrument hall are treated like bedding guests in each branch altar.

And Zhong Tong is the most sophisticated among these people in forging weapons, as the master of the Instrument Hall, he has been staying in Kunlun Mountain since the establishment of the Instrument Hall, and these swordsmiths beside him are the best swordsmiths who have rushed from the branch altar near Kunlun Mountain. Zhong Tong knew in his heart that although the disciples of the Qitang belonged to transcendent existences in the various altars, they were all given by Zhao Zhijing, the sect leader. You can't be rude to the sect leader.

Zhao Zhijing walked into the valley of the casting soldiers, only to feel a wave of heat in the valley, the sound of ding dong is endless, and from time to time there is a sound of "呑呑", which is the sound of a sword burning red, being put into the cold spring water taken from the top of Kunlun Mountain, quenching sound.

Zhao Zhijing and the others came to a burning stove, Zhao Zhijing untied the two long swords on his body and placed them on the stone table not far from the stove. Zhong Tong didn't say anything to Zhao Zhijing, and observed the long sword on the stone table alone. I saw him pick it up from the table, the standard long sword of the Quanzhen Sect, pulled the long sword out of the sheath, and the long sword without cold light was full of Taoist scars, when he saw the crack on the spine of the sword, he couldn't help shaking his head, and kept muttering to himself: "It's really a good sword, it has been fighting with the master for a long time, but it has always come to an end, it's a pity!"

With that, he put the sword back into its sheath and placed it on the table. Opened the cloth wrapped in the dark iron heavy sword, and when he saw the dark sword body, his eyes widened, and he stretched out his hand to caress the sword body, his face was full of reminiscence, his eyes were wet with muddy tears, and he muttered to himself: "I don't want to see you in my lifetime, maybe this is fate!"

Zhao Zhijing quietly looked at Zhong Tong, who was stroking the sword body at this time, there was no displeasure on his face, just a trace of curiosity. At this moment, I saw Zhong Tong lift the Xuantie heavy sword weighing nine hundred and eighty-one pounds with one hand, Zhao Zhijing was suddenly surprised, and after a closer look, he felt that Zhong Tong's body had a true qi flowing, this true qi was not like the martial arts of the rivers and lakes, which greatly increased people's attack power, it only increased the arm strength of the cultivator and tempered the cultivator's arms, but it was not of much use to the rest of the body. Zhao Zhijing thought about it and knew it: "This is for the internal strength of sword casting, not for the pursuit of lethality." ”

Zhong Tong casually waved the Xuantie heavy sword a few times, put it on the stone table, and then bowed to Zhao Zhijing and said, "Where did the sect leader find this heavy sword, I hope to inform my subordinates!" Zhao Zhijing smiled and said: "This is not a big deal, why should Zhong Lao be polite." This sword was found in a valley outside of Xiangyang City. I don't know where it came from. After that, Zhao Zhijing wanted to fight Zhong Tong's attention to the Xuantie heavy sword before, so he asked, "I don't know what this sword has to do with Zhong Lao?"

Zhong Tong listened and said: "It's not something that can't be said, this sword was forged by the ancestor of my subordinates for a chivalrous man, I have only seen this sword on the ancestral map, and I don't want to see the true face of this sword today;

Zhao Zhijing said with a smile after hearing this: "Zhong Lao is polite!" After that, he told Zhong Tong and the others about the requirements of the long sword he needed, leaving his two long swords, and in the eyes of everyone, his robe fluttered, like a fairy, floating away.

After the casting of the Soldier Valley, a few people under the guidance of Zhong Tong, for Zhao Zhijing to cast a sword, if there is no ancestor for the belly Dugu to seek defeat to cast this dark iron heavy sword, it is to find a way to recast this heavy sword, it will take a lot of time.

After Zhao Zhijing heard this, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "If I am not the leader of this Ming Sect, I don't know where to find a craftsman who can forge a long sword with dark iron; But when Zhao Zhijing saw the letters on his desk, his brows furrowed, and he, the leader of the Ming Sect, was also a hard worker.

More than ten days later, in the Valley of Casting Soldiers, a swarthy sword embryo has taken on the shape of a sword under the efforts of Zhong Tong and several people, the hilt of the general long sword is added after the long sword is cast, and the hilt and body of this sword are cast together, if you don't see the hilt of the long sword and the sword of the dragon swallowing the mouth, everyone will think that at this time a huge iron ruler.

Since the shape of the sword embryo was formed, every day when the sun rose in the east, Zhao Zhijing used his pure Guiru True Qi to wash the sword embryo under the guidance of Zhong Tong, and then handed the sword embryo to Zhong Tong and several people to open the furnace for casting. For more than ten days in a row, Zhao Zhijing has not stopped, today is still the main peak of Kunlun Mountain, the rising sun shows a small half of the figure, wisps of purple gas floating in the air, under the guidance of Zhao Zhijing, this purple gas continues to pour into the dark sword embryo, when Zhao Zhijing is not paying attention, the dark sword body has a purple light flashing, fleeting, as if it has not happened.

Back in the Valley of the Foundry Soldiers, the red-hot sword embryo was beaten by Zhong Tong and the others, emitting a tiny sword groan, like a young dragon, making a sound that belonged to it, but it was also full of majesty and joy.