"Master Zheng, I'm ......" Buchen hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted, not knowing what to say for a while - no matter what he said, it seemed that it would hit Master Zheng's self-esteem.

"Alas...... Zheng Meng frowned and sighed, waved his hand and said, "Don't say anything, show me the iron broom." ”

"Yes. Buchen had to agree.

Zheng Meng took the "magical" iron broom, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

Without him, this workmanship ...... It's so bad!

There is no forging, no polishing, not to mention, it is clear that after casting, it is directly taken out of the sand mold to cool and quench. To talk about the degree of sturdiness, that is, it will not break and deform when it is airborne, and if it collides with other blades, it will be properly torn apart.

The whole body is up and down, and the steel mouth is still reluctant, on the craftsmanship...... Not even the level of farm tools in the countryside!

It's really an iron broom!

He gathered his true qi, poured his strength into the long handle, and waved it out of thin air.

"Hmm. Zheng Meng's two thick black eyebrows couldn't help but twist, and even the forehead lines that had just appeared on his forehead last night changed shape several times.

This time it's not because of poor workmanship, but the feel of waving, which is unexpectedly good.

The overall center of gravity of the iron broom is very balanced, and it has a feeling like an arm in the hand. And this iron broom is tailor-made for Bu Chen, presumably when he uses it, it will be more convenient.

However, the "Dividing Waves" that Zheng Meng created for Buchen also took great pains to achieve the pinnacle.

If it weren't for that, how could he have taken the liberty to forge a sword in the wind and fire? Zheng Meng is not a reckless man, he has always been thick and fine, otherwise he would not be able to become a master of sword casting. I have heard of Yan Li's deeds of breaking the sword, and I have the confidence to come to the door to challenge, of course, there are real materials!

Recalling when Bu Chen got the "Dividing Waves", that kind of excitement and trembling was by no means a fake! And Zheng Meng was also sure that this elongated and weighted single knife would make Bu Chen's knife technique go to the next level, and soon break through the blood exchange.

Of course, his "soon", at least two or three months.

So, how is this shoddy iron broom stronger than the "Dividing Waves" that he carefully built?

Could it be that there are ghosts and gods in the dark?

Zheng Meng shook his head, denying the idea. He was a swordsmith from Jiuhuan Mountain, not an uninformed village man and fool, although he was not a cultivator himself, he knew a little about these methods.

Why?

The shape of this iron broom is not the single knife that Buchen is accustomed to at all, but the form of a Daguan knife. Could it be that Buchen is more suitable for using Daguan knife, and it is a mistake to use a single knife all along?

If this is the reason, the vision of "Master Yan" is terrifyingly accurate!

You must know that before Zheng Meng cast "Fentao", he had been in the Dongsha Gang for some time, and he had a considerable understanding of Buchen's martial arts surname. How long has Master Yan been in contact with Buchen before he can point to the point?

Master Yan is unfathomable!

Now, Zheng Meng has been in awe of Yan Li in his heart, and he doesn't even dare to call him by his name in his inner monologue, but subconsciously calls him "master".

He tossed and turned the iron broom and fiddled with it for a long time, but he couldn't find out what the secret was. After a while, I slapped my head suddenly, and thought of a key: whether it is the unity of man and sword, or the unity of man and sword, I pay attention to the cooperation of the blade and the warrior, how can I patronize the knife and leave the knife aside?

Thinking of this, he hurriedly handed the iron broom to Bu Chen, and said in a muffled voice: "Let's play a few tricks and let someone take a look." ”

Buchen didn't talk nonsense, took the iron broom, opened the posture in the courtyard, flashed and moved, and performed the "Storm Knife Technique".

This turbulent knife technique is no longer his own simple and fierce moves, but the original one, and he understands the essence of the waves.

Compared with the original big open and fierce, the current knife technique is relaxed, retracted and released freely, in the fierceness of the knife, there is more a bit of circle and wishful, like the endless knife intent of waves!

If the original Broken Wave Knife Buchen was just a quick knife in the rivers and lakes with a happy grudge, then the current Buchen is a martial arts hero who has gone through thousands of tempers and finally entered the house.

How could such a martial arts artistic conception be stuck in quenching skin? How could it not be a blood exchange?

The iron broom in Zheng Meng's eyes is like a surging river, flowing through the ages and magnificent, and in his heart, it is a raging storm and terrifying waves!

The step dust is clearly still that step dust, how can you sweep the ground once, and you can enter the country like this?

"Master Yan instructed you on your sword technique, or is there another master present?" Zheng Meng asked incredulously. Even if there is some guidance, it is not an overnight effort to change a person's path. What's more, Master Yan is just cultivating qi, how can he guide the step dust that is a big realm higher than him?

Who knows, Buchen said his most unbelievable answer: "It was Master Yan who pointed out, and the juniors suddenly opened up." ”

"What is he pointing you ......" Zheng Meng grabbed Bu Chen's shoulders and asked with wide eyes. However, when the words came to his lips, he swallowed the last word back.

He suddenly remembered: If there is really guidance, it is also a secret between Master Yan and Buchen, how can he ask?

Buchen has no scruples. Yan Li's guidance is just a drama, and the people of Jianchuan have heard it all ten. So he said truthfully: "Master Yan pointed out a sentence of drama. ”

"Drama?" Zheng Meng became more and more incredible.

"The waves are more tactful, and the wind and clouds are lingering. ”

When Zheng Meng heard this, he was like being struck by lightning.

He is also a martial arts master, and he has already broken through the blood exchange for many years, so he naturally understands the mystery of the blood exchange realm.

The essence of the so-called blood exchange is to activate the internal organs, activate the bone marrow, and produce a metamorphosis under the nourishment of the true qi, and then create new blood with stronger vitality to replace the old blood, so as to reach a higher realm.

In other words, the ultimate mystery lies in one's own cultivation and transformation.

Buchen's original martial arts path was too strong, and although he was fierce when killing the enemy, he was unsustainable, unsustainable, and not long, and his internal organs were not enough, so of course he would be stuck at the peak of quenching.

And on the fierce Daguan knife, the artistic conception of "tactful and lingering" waves is added, isn't it the mystery of the combination of rigidity and softness?

Once Buchen's realm is improved, the knife technique is transformed, and the qi and blood of the whole body are unimpeded, and the blood exchange will naturally begin. Even if it's not sweeping today, it's going to be tomorrow.

"I see, I see......" Zheng Meng looked at the iron broom with straight eyes, and muttered, "It's a certain family's mistake, it's wrong from the beginning......"

Figure out the most important tricks, and the rest of the problems will be solved.

Why an iron broom? Or rather, why a Daguan knife?

Buchen's knife technique was originally strong, and if a single knife is used, even if it is lengthened and increased like a "split wave", it is still insufficient. Moreover, the lengthened and weighted single knife will change the overall balance of the knife body, and it will be more good at sending and not receiving.

In other words, if Buchen uses "Fentao", it is actually impossible to break through the blood exchange in the short term, and Zheng Meng's calculation is completely wrong. Even, if Buchen has been using him, it is easy to leave a dark wound when breaking through the blood exchange, and the improvement of the realm will become slower and slower, and if there is no chance, it is likely to stand still!

The heavier Daguan knife is far more suitable for Buchen's fierce fighting style than the strengthened single knife. In addition, due to the large handle, the whole knife is very balanced and can be sent and received freely.

The last question, in addition to two sentences, how did Master Yan give in to the dust and realize a higher level of sword intent when sprinkling and sweeping?

Zheng Meng's gaze fell on the scattered branches of the iron broom.

Yes, these are the branches!

The best way to understand the meaning of the waves is to swim in the water, or take the oars and paddle the boat, and experience the resistance of the waves in the palm of your hand and on the blade.

Neither is possible on land, so the resistance of the branches of the iron broom to break the wind and the friction on the ground are used instead!

Zheng Meng can almost reproduce the scene in his mind: Buchen took the iron broom and began to sweep the street, and was shocked to find that this seemingly tattered guy was more comfortable than any previous weapon. Just as he felt the delicate resistance coming from the broom, Master Yan suddenly gave him the finishing touch.

Buchen's qualifications are not bad, of course, under the guidance of the iron broom, he will immediately enter the comprehension stage and break through the blood exchange in one fell swoop!

"Wonderful! wonderful!" Zheng Meng muttered in admiration, his face as pale as paper.

At this moment, thinking about those two sentences, "The waves are running tactfully, and the wind and clouds are lingering", what came to his mind was no longer the young master, but the sect leader of the Nine Ring Mountain, the great master who stood at the innate peak of martial arts and could enter the Dao with martial arts at any time.

Only a great master of this level can have such a transcendent mentality and realm, and can watch the waves rise and disappear in the stormy waves.

Zheng Meng's eyes are no longer an iron broom, but a high mountain, an insurmountable mountain!

That young master may not have enough cultivation, but his vision and realm are already at the peak of the caster.

How self-conscious he is, he wants to provoke such a peak!

Looking at the mysterious iron broom, and then stroking the uneven casting process, he suddenly understood why the workmanship of this iron broom was so poor.

To deal with a third-rate knife caster who is not self-sufficient, why use fine work?

Any few iron bars, any piece of garbage, are enough to make him lose and be ashamed!

This iron broom is a lesson for the master and a mockery for the master.

In the future, the people of Jianchuan will be praised like this: there was once a sword-casting master of the Tiger Hall of the Jiuhuan Mountain in the West Qin, who came to Jianchuan to fight swords with great momentum, but was defeated by a young master with a super tattered iron broom!

Chiaki laughing stock!

Extremely ashamed, a flush suddenly rose on Zheng Meng's pale face, and an irrepressible salty smell gushed out of his throat.

"Poof—"

A mouthful of blood spurted several feet high from Zheng Meng's mouth, and the strong man like a black iron tower fell to the sky.

"Master Zheng!" Buchen hurriedly helped, finally not letting the back of the knife caster's head hit the bluestone ground.

"A certain ...... A certain family has no place to be ashamed of itself, begging for ...... Send me, please...... Back to Xiqin. The corner of Zheng Meng's mouth was bleeding, and he said intermittently, "Zheng Meng ...... Life...... No more ...... Jianchuan ...... One step ......"

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Just when Zheng Meng spurted blood from his mouth and vowed not to set foot in Jianchuan again in this life, another person was also vomiting blood.

However, compared to Zheng Meng's shame and indignation, this one's vomiting blood was not so reluctant.

This person is the famous young man of the Hengjiang Gang, Du Hong in bloody clothes.

He never thought that a good bitter meat trick would develop to such an extent.

The chief helmsman of the Hengjiang Gang Jianchuan Branch, Zou Tong, a congenital master, was standing in front of him like a fierce god, and roared fiercely: "Pocai, do you want to continue to vomit blood, or do you want to bleed yourself!"

If Du Hong is crossing, he will definitely complain at this moment: Nima, what kind of super expansion is this!

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ps. Thunderstorms, power outages, late updates. I'm sorry!

I don't know which master is crossing the catastrophe and making such a big scene......

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