The ancient city of Shuofang, a blacksmith shop.

Wudaoliu returned here with Dumb, he just coldly dropped a sentence, and lay down in the rocking chair, squinting his eyes and smoking a dry cigarette.

"If you want to learn the art of killing, first strike iron with the big bull. ”

Dumb was silent, swung his hammer, and struck the iron fiercely. From the sporadic fish belly white sky in the morning, Dumb has been striking iron, hammering down, so tamped, so powerful, this repetitive process has lasted for a whole day.

On the way, I was just interrupted by the five knife streams, ate something, and drank some water.

Iron, iron, still iron!

In the process of repetition, Dumb was silent, and his face was also immersed, repeating and repeating.

In the course of this day, he had beaten the steel almost ten thousand times, a piece of wrought iron the size of a basin, and he had beaten it into a palm-sized fine iron.

"Oh my God, are you a puppet?" At night, Ji Fei was lying on the bed, and on the other bed, Da Niu, who had not yet fallen asleep, asked Ji Fei in surprise, and he was also impressed in his heart.

Although the process of striking iron seems very simple, if it is repeated tens of thousands of times, it will be very terrifying.

The bull has been striking iron for nearly three years, but there has never been a day when he is as crazy as Dumb, so he was directly impressed by Dumb.

Dumb didn't speak, just wrapped himself in a quilt and fell asleep.

"Hmph, what's so proud! If you can persevere, my Da Niu will really admire you and respect you as a gentleman!" Da Niu said secretly in his heart, and said in his heart that this dumb iron is just the first day, and he may feel fresh in his heart, but he must not persevere.

On the second day, in the blacksmith's shop, before it was yet full of light, there was already the sound of clanging iron.

Da Niu was awakened by this voice, looked at Dumb's bed, and his face was shocked, "So early, have you already started to strike iron?"

After breakfast, Wudaoliu smoked dry cigarettes, and came to the blacksmith shop step by step, inspecting the work of Da Niu and Dumb.

His gaze first swept over the wrought iron pounded by the bull, and then he smiled slightly, "Yes, but I have forged a good soldier." ”

But when Wudaoliu's gaze moved to the wrought iron forged by Dumb, his eyes froze, and he took a few steps, his old hand stroking the wrought iron that had been tempered thousands of times.

"Fine iron, that's right, this is actually fine iron!" Wu Daoliu was overjoyed, he knew yesterday that this guy was very hard and kept striking iron, but this did not mean that if he blindly beat, a piece of wrought iron with a lot of magazines would become a piece of fine iron worth ten thousand gold!

Among them, it is necessary to skillfully means...

"With refined iron, it is enough to forge a peerless divine weapon!" Wudaoliu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Ji Fei as if he had picked up a treasure.

"Good, good, good!"

......

This is the second day of iron-struck.

After Dumb was praised by Wudaoliu, Da Niu put in the energy of striking iron, several times more than before.

He has been looking at Dumb coldly, what Dumb does, how Big Niu does it!

But in just one morning, the big cow was tired and panting, like a tired and panting mule, a wolf bèi. But the big bull looked at Dumb, but saw that he was still beating wrought iron as usual.

"Ah, dumb, are you beaten with iron? damn it!" the bull scolded angrily, then dropped the hammer in his hand, lifted the teapot beside the table, and drank the tea fiercely.

Dumb still has nothing, didn't say a word, just stuffy his head.

Wudaoliu, who was secretly watching from behind, kept nodding, "Okay, you can become an excellent swordsman!"

Similar to the days of striking iron, it lasted for three months, these days, Da Niu and Dumb have been familiar, in the eyes of Da Niu, this Dumb is completely a madman, he doesn't take off the clothes he wears when he strikes iron, a dozen is a day, and he doesn't sweat at all.

"Alas, a perverted madman!" Ah Niu said helplessly, "How can ordinary people compare with madmen? If I compare, then don't I lower my grade?"

Da Niu comforted himself.

...

Three months later, late at night.

"Master, are you leaving again?" Da Niu asked when he saw that Wudaoliu was packing his bags.

"Well, after I'm gone, take care of the shop!"

"Alas!" Da Niu obediently agreed, and at this time, Da Niu could see some warmth in the eyes of this ruthless master.

The outfit of the five knife streams was very simple, but it was five long boxes, he took some fine soft silver in his arms, glanced at Dumb and said, "Dumb, let's go!"

So, Wudaoliu left the blacksmith shop with Dumb and left the ancient city of Shuofang.

......

The moon is cold and cold, and the birds are wailing, picking up all the cold branches and refusing to perch. The cold wind was very strong, whining and whistling, and in the night, in this dense mountain forest, it seemed a little solemn.

The wind whined and howled—two figures, walking slowly in the hazy moonlight. One of the boy-like men was carrying five wooden boxes behind his back, while the other old man was smoking a dry cigarette, and his brows were furrowed.

It's Wudaoliu and Dumb.

Their feet rustle on the soft foliage, and the smell of the air is fresh.

Along the way, Wudaoliu didn't say a word to Dumb, just rushed forward, and they went all the way south, walking for nearly a whole day and a night.

"It's here. ”

Wudaoliu opened his mouth to say the first sentence, and in Dumb's sight, he could clearly see that a thatched hut was looming in the hazy moonlight.

Click, click...

At this moment, the five wooden boxes behind Dumb opened at the same time, and five cold knives flew out of the wooden boxes.

A phantom shadow jumped into the sky, and it was the five knife streams that were originally smoking dry smoke.

His body was like that of a spirit ape, and he was extremely agile, and he was completely absent from the decadence and old age of the blacksmith's shop.

Five handfuls of cold light, in the void Huo Huo wind.

The air roared with knives, and a chill burst out from Wudaoliu's body, and the autumn wind blew Wudaoliu's clothes and hunted.

"Rubbing" the body of the five knife streams, falling from the sky, just a slight stop on the ground, is a swish, swept forward, like a flying arrow off the string, and like a vigorous cheetah.

His figure is so swift and agile that in the eyes of others, he is completely a phantom.

For that brief moment, Dumb wanted to try to see clearly, and then he found that his eyes were able to keep up with the speed of the Five Knife Stream, that is to say, every movement of the Five Knife Stream, he completely saw it in his eyes.

I saw that Wudaoliu had a knife in his mouth, and in his two hands, he held a cold knife in each hand, and in the crook of his arm, he was holding a cold knife in each of them.

"Is this the Five Knife Stream?" Dumb said to himself.

At this time, Wudaoliu's body was already like the wind, and it was involved in the thatched hut in front of him.

His body was like a whirlwind, and he slashed into the air against the hut, and suddenly there was a bang, and the hut directly collapsed.

Two figures, spinning and flying into the void.

In their hands, holding a sword, their bodies stepped in the void, and they actually flew up to the branches of a big tree on the side.

The body is like a shock.

These are two old men, seeing Wudaoliu holding five knives in their hands, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed and said: "I really didn't expect that the person who half of us entered the coffin board actually needed the gold medal killer Wudaoliu to assassinate!"

"I heard that the Five Knife Stream, haven't you already retired to the rivers and lakes?"

Five knives cold flow out, the rivers and lakes will be chaotic!

Wudaoliu smiled coldly, and just shouted: "Dumb, see clearly!"

The two old men were stunned for a moment, and then looked at the silver-haired young man standing not far behind Wudaoliu.

The young man was expressionless, but when the two old men saw Dumb, they were stunned, "Huh? It's actually a pair of horizontal muscles, and it's not simple." ”

"What, do you want to pass on your Five Knife Flow Method to him?"

Wudaoliu said suddenly: "People in the rivers and lakes, after all, there is such a day, two, give the head!"

After that, as soon as the body of the five swordsmen moved, he jumped up towards the two old men, and suddenly the sword and sword shadow, and the three of them fought together.

The swordsmanship of the five swordsmen is mysterious and tricky, like a cavalry raid, and the swordsmanship of the two old men is as heavy as a mountain, dusty and elegant, but after all, it is worse than the swordsmanship of the five swords.

In particular, he was attacked by his five cold lights, and one move was better than the other, and it was difficult to gain a foothold in the attack.

"Slash!"

Poof--In one formula, the head of an old man was directly cut off by the narrow blade in the mouth of the five knife streamers, which was a magic weapon.

Scorn's blood bursts!

"Ah, avenge the virtuous brother!" Another surviving old man, seeing this cruel scene, suddenly turned red with blood, and the swordsmanship in his hand changed in a thousand ways.

"Hmph-" Wudaoliu snorted coldly, but the cold knife in his mouth flew out, turned into a flying knife, and with a poof, it slashed directly at the old man's chest.

Whoosh... The other four flew in and out together, and when Dangdang actually nailed the old man to a heavenly ancient tree.

"Woo-" The old man's mouth was bleeding blood, his eyes were blank, but there was a wordless voice, looking at Dumb.

"Dumb, do you see clearly?" said to Dumb while taking down the cold knife and wiping the cold knife in his hand with soft silk.