At the end of the day, many warriors gathered together.

In the crowd, Sikong Zhan found a few acquaintances, Xia Bingrou, the Aoki witch of the Liukunhua Sifang Gate of the Kongtong faction, who had a white gauze and white temperament woman with a face, and the rest did not know her.

Both of them have a future, one because of the Nine Yin True Scripture, swearing that they will never leave the island if they don't practice, and the other is also because of the Nine Yin True Scripture, I'm afraid they are healing somewhere.

What made him quite strange was why Qiu Qianren, who was floating on the water with iron palms, didn't come?

Before he could think about it, Zhong Shan had already gotten up, smiling, and clasped his fists to everyone and said, "Everyone has come from afar, and the Zhong family is shining." ”

"You're welcome. ”

"Well said. ”

......

The warriors returned the salute politely.

After some courtesy, Zhong Shan spoke again: "I believe you are all clear about the reason for inviting your colleagues to come this time. To put it simply, it is that my Zhong family has spent nearly a hundred years to finally train a peerless divine soldier, and it is rumored that the divine soldier has a spirit, so my Zhong family invites heroes from all over the world to come here, and whoever has a chance can take away the divine soldier. ”

"The Zhong family is benevolent and righteous. ”

"It is worthy of being a casting family, and I admire it below. ”

"Patriarch Zhong is high and bright. ”

......

Everyone was complimented again, Zhong Shan kept smiling, his eyes were calm, and the three elders beside him had a faint expression, calmly.

"I don't know what the divine soldier you are talking about looks like, how powerful it is, and when will it be born?" I don't know which anxious warrior asked everyone's thoughts.

As soon as these words came out, the scene suddenly quieted down, whether it was a lone martial artist or a martial artist of major forces, they all looked at Zhong Shan, including Sikong Zhan, who was also curious.

Zhong Shan laughed loudly and said, "Even if you don't ask, I want to tell you that the divine weapon is tempered by the fire of the earth, which is naturally extraordinary, and it is not any kind of weapon in the rivers and lakes, but I dare to guarantee that everyone will be surprised by then." As for the size of the power, I don't dare to talk nonsense, if anyone gets it, at least he will jump to the top master. ”

Although everyone was in an uproar, they all believed that if it wasn't like the description in Zhong Shan's words, how could they be called divine soldiers.

Sikong Zhan had been wondering before, if the forging material was really a strange stone outside the sky, how could any fire be refined, and he was relieved after getting the relevant information from Zhong Xuan that day, the fire they used was earth fire.

Earth fire is the fire of the underground, and the common one is lava fire, which is not only extremely high in temperature and can melt all things, but also has fire poison and poor stability.

Even monks, sometimes alchemy tools also use earth fire, of course, they can also control it freely when they draw out earth fire.

Sikong Zhan didn't know whether to admire the boldness of the Zhong family or their ignorance, fortunately they were lucky, only a wisp of earth fire was drawn, and the earth fire had been quite stable for hundreds of years, and there had been no major changes.

The appearance of that divine soldier, Zhong Xuan has never entered the sword pool, and it is impossible for Sikong Zhan to know.

He vaguely guessed that the stone must be an extremely precious refining material, otherwise, it would not have been calcined by the earth fire for nearly a hundred years.

What makes Sikong Zhan curious is that the Zhong family does not know the art of refining weapons, and only uses ordinary forging methods to create something. In his mind, the Zhong family was good at forging swords, and at first he should have planned to cast a peerless sword, but he might not be able to control it halfway, so he had to let it go and let it be arranged by God.

The divine soldier has the fate of the main engine or something, Sikong Zhan really believes it, but he absolutely scoffs at such a "divine soldier" of the Zhong family.

In the end, it's not who has the most powerful martial arts, who gets the magic weapon.

The Zhong family is not clear, and they are constrained by clan rules, but they have cheapened outsiders.

Only when the noise in the field became quieter did Zhong Shan continue: "Tomorrow noon is the day of the sword sacrifice of the divine soldiers, so don't be impatient. ”

Regarding the so-called sword sacrifice, Sikong Zhan only has three words to evaluate - tossing and turning, the Zhong family's swordsmith intends to use his own blood as a sacrifice to complete the last step of sword casting.

It sounds very reasonable, but in fact, there is no basis at all, there is a blood refining method among monks, but this is not the case!

In any case, everyone is very satisfied, tomorrow is the day when the divine soldiers are born, and they all return to their rooms to recuperate and recharge their energy to deal with the next day's sword pool meeting.

Before the time came, Zhou Botong had already practiced martial arts in the courtyard, and when he saw that there was no movement in Sikong Zhan's room, he knocked on the door and said loudly inward: "Senior brother, get up quickly." ”

Zhou Botong leaned on the door, his ears were pressed inward, he didn't hear the sound of the room, knocked on the door again, and repeated what he had just said.

"Senior brother, get up quickly. ”

When he heard this, there was still no movement, Zhou Botong wanted to break in, but thinking of the terrible consequences of breaking in the past, he had to repeat it patiently again and again.

Sikong Zhan slept soundly, and was finally woken up by Zhou Botong's persistent knocking on the door and the "soul call".

"You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you knocking, what is it called?" he said impatiently, disturbing people's dreams was already uncomfortable, and he was called to this world by Liu Chuxuan, so it was inevitable that there would be some shadows in his heart.

"I've woken up, and the divine soldier is about to be born, aren't you excited at all and don't want to talk to me?" Zhou Botong knew that he was wrong, and he spoke very kindly.

Although Sikong Zhan covets the materials of the divine weapon, he does not have to do it, if it is really impossible to do it, he will not force it, and he will never take the risk of forcing it.

Moreover, there are backup means, and he doesn't think he will miss, so he sleeps extra soundly.

The mentality of a group of martial artists is completely different from him, a divine soldier, the importance to them, as if becoming a second life, with the help of divine soldiers, the combat power soars, equivalent to the top master, as long as he does not die, he can definitely run rampant in the rivers and lakes, laugh at the martial arts, and become the same giant as the four uniques.

Who can endure this kind of temptation, and even a light on the side of the individual warrior can not help but be moved.

In fact, speaking of which, without Liu Guifei and Zhou Botong's things, Yilan didn't have a chance to understand the guilt of betrayal, and he would not be disheartened and dusty later, and become a Taoist monk with a sad face.

Now he is only a monk because he meditates on martial arts, and he is not a real monk.

Of course, among these people, the old naughty boy Zhou Botong is not counted, he is here to help Sikong Zhan, excited is excited, and he is just excited.

Sikong Zhan knows Zhou Botong's character too well, so as not to continue to be entangled, he is very clever to lead the trouble.

"Senior brother, junior brother, I want to have a good rest, what if I don't have the energy to fight at that time because of lack of sleep? If you really can't sleep, you can go to the opposite side to find Hong Qi, or find a lamp, even Dongfang Sheng, they will definitely not be able to sleep, you can't chat well." ”

"yes, I didn't think of that. Zhou Botong patted his head, suddenly realized, turned around, and went straight to Hong Qi's residence.

Sikong Zhan soon fell asleep.

Tonight, there are not a few martial artists who perform like Zhou Botong, but more of them can control their emotions well and sleep well.

The people proposed by Sikong Zhan are all existences with super self-control, but Zhou Botong has never thought about it so much.