In late autumn, the starry sky is shining. After the new disciples of the pen and fun www.biquge.info got used to the environment of the "Qingtian Temple", they cultivated more and more hard. Chen Yue came to the "Inner Cultivation Area", and after finding a hidden formation node, he also began to cultivate. The exercises unfolded, and the vitality of heaven and earth mixed with this demonic qi quietly converged, and his spirit was greatly boosted.

After the transformation of the "Divine Sea", the exercises ran extremely smoothly, and the effect was twice as good as before. The demonic qi was successfully transformed into a "demon element", and he was about to temper his body, but he was suddenly sucked half of it by the blacksmith's hammer, making him almost spew out a mouthful of old blood......

One increase and one decrease, his cultivation speed was still the same as before. After half a month's progress, he decided to rush back tonight, so he vomited eighteen times. When I stopped the exercises, it was already early in the morning. He stretched and went to the blacksmith's shop.

On the street, the teenagers are facing the bright autumn sun, and they are also going to their respective shops, you say, "Senior brother, have you eaten", and I say "Senior sister has become beautiful again", in groups of three or five, extremely lively.

Chen Yue's expression was indifferent, and the further he walked along North Street, the quieter it became, and finally he walked to the front of the blacksmith shop, leaving him alone, and a sonorous and powerful sound of striking iron came from the shop.

Chen Yue was in awe, walked into the courtyard, and a rushing sword aura rushed towards him. In the middle of the small courtyard, Feng Mo was shirtless, dancing a sledgehammer, and sweat was pouring down on his lean back, but it made him look extremely tall.

An iron sword gradually took shape under his hammer, and its momentum became stronger and stronger. Chen Yue stood still in the corner, staring at the sword blank intently.

Gradually, his divine sense caught a trace of inexplicable immense aura in the sword blank. Although weak, it is as inviolable as the power of heaven, which is quite similar to the atmosphere of the formation he deduced.

"Could it be that this is the breath of the Heavenly Dao?" Chen Yue observed intently for a moment, and then sighed secretly: "I just imprinted the formation diagram into the essence blood with my divine thoughts, and I can't bear it. A piece of mortal iron, how can it directly withstand the breath of the Heavenly Dao. Seeing that the iron sword was about to take shape, Feng Mo's last hammer fell.

"Bang-" The iron sword exploded violently, and the blazing fragments left a wound on his waist, and his momentum plummeted, and he still opened the blacksmith's hammer, and sighed in a dejected manner, and then looked at Chen Yue.

"You're here. Feng Mo said lightly with self-deprecation: "This technique is called 'Pure Yang Casting Sword Book', your forging talent is far better than mine, I will pass on this technique to you today, I hope you can forge a peerless sword in your lifetime." ”

"Thank you very much. Chen Yue's eyes were excited, he bowed down and handed over a white towel.

"Hmm. Feng Mo nodded with satisfaction, took the towel and wiped his sweat casually, and said: "All things are negative yin and yang, and the impulse is harmony." Those who are pure yang, the way of heaven is also ......"

Chen Yue listened attentively, and the "Liangyi Mirror" in his brain vibrated quietly.

After a long time, Feng Mo finished teaching, and saw Chen Yue's eyes blurred, standing in place like a chicken, he became more and more satisfied, nodded, and quietly left.

After another long time, Chen Yue's eyes gradually cleared, and he sneered in his heart: "This Feng Mo only told me the most obscure part of the exercises, obviously he wanted to borrow my talent to understand the mysteries, but he didn't want me to know too much. However, I 'Two Ritual Mirrors', and the whole exercise has been completely deduced by me. If you pass on the whole exercise to me, I will remember you a little bit. Now, hehe......"

This exercise aims to continuously wash the impurities in the sword blank with pure yang qi, so that the way of the iron sword is naturally revealed, rather than calling it "pure yang casting sword technique", Chen Yue believes that it is better to call it "pure yang quenching sword technique". "Pure Yang" is not the way of heaven, but it can make the way of heaven manifest. The reason why Feng Mo couldn't forge a sword was because he destroyed the spirituality of the material in the forging.

The lower the grade of the material, the worse the spirituality. With Feng Mo's cultivation, it was impossible to preserve his spirituality without changing its shape. And with his attainments, he can only make Fan Tie react. The cultivation level is too low, which is the fundamental reason for his failure every time.

"Pure Yang Qi ......" the corners of Chen Yue's mouth also flashed with a hint of self-deprecation. In order to condense the "pure yang qi", it is necessary to cultivate a pure yang internal skill. And this kind of "pure yang internal strength" must be cultivated in a child's body at the beginning......

After thinking clearly, he shook his head and returned to "Yuanling Fang" with an embarrassed expression.

The market was still tepid, and Chen Yue saw a material shop and walked in.

The spiritual material is denominated in gold, and most of the spiritual materials sold in the "Yuan Lingfang" are eight or nine spiritual materials, and the seven-grade spiritual materials are the treasures of the town store. There are only a dozen material shops in Yuanlingfang, and there are only a few that sell ore. After he had browsed all the material shops, he walked into a shop called "Bao Tie Zhai" again.

There are three shops, five or six zhang wide, and the shelves on both sides are full of colors, and they are all spiritual materials. A Bogu shelf behind the counter was even more brilliant, full of seven-grade spiritual materials.

As soon as the old shopkeeper saw Chen Yue coming to the door again, he knew that business was coming, and said with a smile: "What kind of spiritual weapon does Daoyou want to refine, it is better to let the old man give you a detailed reference." ”

The cultivators who mixed in the "Yuan Ling Fang" were at least playing with "spirit weapons". Even if Chen Yue's cultivation was low, he didn't dare to underestimate it. Chen Yue was not rich enough to practice with spiritual materials, so he pointed to the pile of ores under the shelves on both sides and asked, "How do you sell these materials?" ”

These ores are as small as watermelons and as large as water tanks, and are of extremely high quality. His consciousness swept over, and he vaguely felt a trace of inexplicable aura.

Seeing that what he wanted was not spiritual materials, the old man's face was immediately full of disappointment, and after thinking about it, he still said tentatively: "Although these are ordinary iron ores, but such a large piece and such a high quality are also very rare, we trade at one percent of the silver price, how about it?"

Chen Yue frowned slightly, stepped forward and patted a piece of iron ore the size of a winter melon, and with a slight force in his hand, he held up the stone and checked it casually, and it was no less than five hundred catties. According to the treasurer, he had to spend fifty taels of silver.

"If the silver is so easy to earn, Lao Tzu will go to mining!" Chen Yue scolded secretly, threw the ore and said: "One thousandth, I will want this kind of large pieces of high-quality ore in the future." ”

"Okay!" The old shopkeeper's eyes lit up, and he agreed, then turned around and shouted: "Iron Pillar, send all the large pieces of ore in the library to the 'Qiqiao Zen Academy'." ”

"Okay!" someone next to him agreed, and Chen Yue noticed that there was a four-foot-tall swarthy young man by the counter, with unusually thick limbs, which complemented his word "iron pillar".

Chen Yue thought that he was going to use the "Space Ring" to hold these ores, but he saw him carry a piece of ore the size of a water tank. This piece of ore has tens of thousands of catties, but it is like a bag of cotton on him.

Chen Yue didn't sense the slightest fluctuation of the "True Yuan", and he was shocked in his heart: "Even if you are a king, it is not so easy to lift a weight of 10,000 catties, what kind of bloodline is this black boy......

The old shopkeeper "hehe" smiled and said: "Master Xiaoqi, if you take him away once, he will go by himself." ”

How dare Chen Yue let the "Iron Pillar" wait longer, and quickly take him out.

The iron pillar carried tens of thousands of catties of ore, his face was not red or panting, and he walked like a fly, but he frightened passers-by to dodge......

In this afternoon, Chen Yue spent 1,000 taels to buy 100,000 catties of iron ore. Sounds like a lot, just about two dozen dollars. After settling the payment, Chen Yue took out the "small four-elephant furnace" and lit it, and put a piece of 500 catties of ore on the furnace.

The ore was still suspended on the surface of the crystalline flame, and was quickly burned red. Chen Yue's expression was solemn, and as soon as his hand was raised, the blacksmith's hammer appeared in his palm.

The spirit was completely infused with the ore, and after a moment, he once again captured the strange aura in the ore, as if it was the soul of the ore. After some deduction in my heart, the hammer struck.

"Bang-" The hammer head fell on the ore, and the sparks flashed, crisp and pleasant. A strange shock wave was transmitted back along the handle of the hammer, penetrating through the spine, as if a big hand had twisted the meridians of his whole body at the same time, and his soul trembled.

Chen Yue was stunned, only to feel that his whole body was full of Tai, and all 36,000 pores were comfortable.

He tried a few more hammers, and the shock waves came back, making his five organs numb and his whole body sour......

"This hammer can also help refine the body, good things......" Chen Yue was overjoyed, and once again concentrated on tapping.

The best blade on the market is the sword, the first blade, he decided to fight a domineering sword......

The ore gradually shrank to the size of a watermelon under Chen Yue's knocking, with a tight texture, shiny luster, and a faint momentum.

Chen Yue's spirit was immersed in it, and the blacksmith hammer smashed down to the ground, with a clear rhythm......

"Jingle bell" is like a piece of music. Every time Chen Yue's hammer fell, the sound was different.

In the middle of the night, a three-foot long sword with an imposing rainbow gradually appeared on the "small four elephant furnace". The blade of the sword is nearly two inches wide, and the cold light flows, like a white rainbow, sharp and compelling. The sword grid was directly beaten into an angry dragon head, the hilt of the sword was a dragon body, and the scales were lifelike.

The whole sword is natural, and at first glance it looks like a flying dragon spitting sword light, domineering and unmatched......

Seeing that there was only one last flaw left on the hilt of the sword, Chen Yue's hammer was about to fall, when a spiritual light suddenly crossed his mind. The true element in the body poured into the hammer and turned into a formation diagram. Without thinking about it, he printed the formation diagram.

"Bang-" There was a crisp sound, sonorous and pleasant.

The last flaw on the hilt of the sword was corrected, and the True Yuan Array was integrated into the hilt.

This time it was like the finishing touch, the long sword seemed to come to life, the blade was buzzing and trembling, domineering.

"It's done!" Chen Yue came back to his senses and quickly took out a gourd cave heavenly spirit spring and poured it on the sword.

"Sshh The long sword roared lightly and bounced up violently, like a flying dragon spitting sword light from its mouth, piercing through the clouds, and soaring straight into the sky.

Chen Yue grasped the hilt of the sword, and the whole sword was full of weight, but it was as light as a feather. The blade still trembled slightly, full of spirituality.

"Although it is cast of mortal iron, it is spiritually awakened. In the end, I printed a formation diagram, which is definitely a spiritual weapon. This looks good, I don't know how powerful it is...... "The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he danced a sword flower casually, and the blade cut through the air and made a thunderous roar, which can be said to have taken the word "domineering" to the extreme.

Chen Yue became more and more satisfied, and he was a little reluctant to sell. After a moment's hesitation, he opened the shop on the street and placed the sword on the shelf.