After Wang Baobao said this, he saw that it was getting late and had no time to go around other places, so he agreed with Fang Yun to take him to the Scripture Pavilion early tomorrow morning to choose some books that would be helpful for striking iron and cultivating. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After Fang Yun thanked him, he separated from him, and first went to the mission office to get the iron ore needed for this month's iron-striking task, there were about several sacks, which were worth thousands of catties, and he picked them up several times with a flat pole before he picked them back to his residence.

Looking at this hill-like pig iron ore, Fang Yun couldn't help but sigh, the proportion of pig iron refined into refined iron is extremely low, only one catty of pig iron can be extracted from one catty of pig iron, and he has to hand over ten catties of refined iron at the end of this month, which is equivalent to saying that he has to forge a thousand catties of pig iron, this task is not simple!

However, Master Jiao Zan made such an arrangement, he must have hoped to test himself through this, if he wants to get ahead in this Sword Casting Palace, how can he not put in some hard work?

He took a deep breath, his chest full of fighting spirit!

took more than 100 catties of pig iron ore, came to the sword-casting room in the side room, changed into iron-striking equipment, opened the valve of the fire of the lungs, and suddenly the flames came out.

This was not the huge oven that Jiao Zan had demonstrated before, but a small oven for single use, plus there was a small formation in the room to resist high temperatures, so Fang Yun was more than enough to control it alone.

He spread out the pamphlet that Jiao Zhan had given him, and while studying how to use the swordsmithing room, he began to smelt and forge pig iron, and he was soon up to speed.

Since there are no outsiders here, he doesn't have to hide his strength, and he uses the thirty-six techniques of the mysterious hammer method combined with Jiao Zhan, and for a while, the wind in the house is loud, the hammer shadow flies, and the clanging hammer sound is like dense rain, and the pieces of fine iron are quickly forged, and the efficiency is several times faster than during the day.

If Master Jiao Zan saw this scene, he was afraid that his eyes would bulge out in surprise, this kind of iron-striking skill was simply unseen and unheard of, it would be like a miracle!

This made Fang Yun surprised and delighted, he didn't expect the mysterious hammer method to be so effective in forging pig iron, plus he had been practicing the mysterious exercises diligently for three years, the internal qi in the dantian was quite thick, a piece of fine iron was forged, and the internal qi was only consumed by one percent, at this rate, he could forge ten pieces of fine iron in one night, which was equivalent to one catty.

This ten-pound task of fine iron only takes ten days to forge it!

About three hours later, Fang Yun was sweating profusely, his internal qi was consumed to only one percent, and a pound of refined iron was also created, and he lay on the chopping board with a black light, about the size of a fist.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Fang Yun nodded with satisfaction, turned off the fire of the earth lungs, took the water bladder, and sat down to drink water and rest.

He subconsciously touched the ancient sword in his heart, and saw that the hour was almost midnight again, and the sharp pain in his heart and mouth should attack again, so he meditated cross-legged, waiting for that moment to come.

This time he waited for a while, and the heartache had not yet attacked, and he suddenly had a whim, since the ancient sword could extract the souls of living beings, in the past three years, he had slaughtered some small animals whenever he was free to let the ancient sword extract the soul, but with the increase in the number of souls absorbed, the ancient sword seemed to be more and more dissatisfied, and the number of times the ancient sword space was opened became less and less, and the absorption of his own heart and blood was increasing.

Then if he can find a more powerful energy to replace his soul, can he let the ancient sword absorb the qi and blood in his heart, and reduce or even not absorb it?

As soon as this thought came to him, he immediately couldn't sit still, thinking for a while about where to slaughter a beast, maybe the beast soul was more powerful, and for a while he thought about whether there was any energy more powerful than the beast soul?

Suddenly, he touched the spirit sword placed in his pocket, and remembered that the spirit stone was needed to drive the spirit sword, could it be that the spirit stone could replace the soul and let the ancient sword devour?

He suddenly became excited, and quickly flipped over the only five spirit stones that appeared, holding one of them tightly in his left hand.

Suddenly, a violent angina attacked, and he didn't have time to think about it, so he hurriedly urged the ancient sword to suck the spirit stone.

Sure enough, a strange scene happened, the ancient sword jumped into the palm of his hand like a swimming fish, opened his mouth and sucked it, the spirit stone emitted a brilliant light, and it was sucked in with a bang.

The next moment, the sky turned upside down, and Fang Yun's entire body disappeared in the room, flying into a black hole in the void......

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"Huh, why doesn't this place look the same as before?"

Fang Yun woke up from his dizziness, looked up and looked around, only to see that the originally gray sky seemed to become brighter, and a pure white floating cloud slowly floated through the sky, slowly turning into a trace and blending into the entire heaven and earth, making the sky slightly brighter.

"Strange, I remember that there were no floating clouds here before, and the sky was very gray, where did this floating cloud come from?" he muttered secretly, knowing that this space was too weird, and every time he came in, he had to take a closer look to see if there was anything different from before, and this look really saw something strange.

In addition to the clouds and the sky are different, he also found that the surrounding scenery seems to be different from before, remembering that it used to be surrounded by a square bamboo forest, the color was dark and ghostly, but now the bamboo forest he sees has a faint color, but the bamboos are wilted and drooping, and they are almost withered.

He secretly wondered, and walked towards the hut in the woods, who knew that this walk, he found that he was struggling, and his legs seemed to be filled with lead, which was not at all the same as the previous state of soul, which could float through leisurely.

"What? Is this ......?"

He suddenly thought of a possibility, his eyes widened, he slowly stretched out his hand, and touched it on the square bamboo next to him, and sure enough, the palm of his hand did not pass through, but a real touch came.

He couldn't help but tremble, thought for a while, put a finger in his mouth and bit it, and suddenly a sharp pain came, and a smell of blood came from his mouth. He took his finger away and looked at the blood flowing from it, he was stunned for a while, and then gently wiped the blood on the withered bamboo beside him.

Suddenly, that trace of blood was quickly absorbed by the bamboo, and a touch of blood suddenly appeared on the bamboo's body, and there was a hungry devouring intention, and he began to take the initiative to suck Fang Yun's blood.

Fang Yun was startled, quickly shook his hand, and jumped to the side, watching the bamboo still writhing unwillingly, like a bloodthirsty monster.

"It seems that I have entered this ancient sword space as a whole person!" he couldn't help but shake his head and smile bitterly.

It's hard to say whether this result is good or bad, before the soul entered, nothing could hurt him.

Now that the body has entered, not only can I feel that the gravity around me is greater than that of the real world, but even the withered bamboo is so hungry and thirsty that it seems to be eating itself.

This may be a good thing, or it may be a bad thing, but the key is whether the big man in the hut is still there?

"By the way, that big man, if you find him and ask what is going on, you will definitely be able to solve my doubts!" Fang Yun strode towards the hut in a hurry.