"The reason why I can't become a barbarian is because I don't have the bloodline of the clan god, is it possible that forging also has to be integrated into the bloodline of the clan god?" Mantian thought, but he was a little disappointed in his heart, if forging requires the bloodline of the clan god, then, he Mantian will not want to become a forger for the rest of his life.

Sighing, Mantian picked up the sword embryo that only half of it was left, looked at it carefully, and said in surprise: "Although I didn't feel the air flow in my bones, why was the strength of my bones several times greater, and why could I feel the power in Manzhu's body?"

"Since you can increase the strength of your bones, then this kind of practice should be useful, and not being able to feel the air flow in your bones is because you are not hot enough. Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the pale face, but the smile looked a little gloomy on the dry face.

In the subsequent days, Mantian practiced unremittingly, and the words on the broken animal skin were limited, so he could not point out a clear cultivation method to Mantian, so he could only practice frantically and explore himself.

"Whew, whew!" "Mantian's breath was like a cow, the thin and sickly body continued to flow out of sweat the size of beans, wetting the animal skin he was wearing, and the iron hammer in his right hand slowly struck the sword embryo on the anvil, although he still didn't feel the air flow in the bones, but the strength of the barbarian sky increased, which made the barbarian more determined to this path.

"Rotten wood cannot be carved!" When the barbarian was wielding the iron hammer, the barbarian appeared behind the barbarian again, and his voice was extremely cold.

Mantian wiped the sweat that invaded the corners of his eyes, turned his head to look at the old man, thought for a moment, and said bitterly: "Mangong, what you mean Xiao Tian understands, but Xiao Tian was destined to strike iron and cannot become a forger." "Since he wants to become a forger and is the bloodline of the clan god, then, I'm afraid that he will not be able to become a barbarian in this life.

The old man who was about to leave stopped, the crutches in his hand slammed the ground hard, and said: "Your business, the old man has heard of it, don't you think that a barbarian can become a forger?

"It's possible that a barbarian can't become a forger?, so can he?" Barbarian laughed at himself, but felt that Barbarian Gong's words must have other intentions, and after thinking for a moment, he said: "Barbarian Gong, Xiaotian is ignorant, please say it clearly!"

The barbarian man stopped his pace and said slowly: "There is forging in the south and refining in the east. Under the whole world, the strongest divine soldier is forged. Like your father, he only knows how to vent brute force, and he has been striking iron all his life!"

A trace of annoyance appeared on the pale face of the barbarian man's words, his father was a man of iron, but so what? The barbarian did not think that the man who struck iron should be ridiculed, and when he was about to refute it, he only heard the barbarian man say again: "Of course, if you can't even beat the iron, how can you talk about forging? Your father didn't know enough to touch the door of forging, but you touched it, and the old man passed on your forging skills." After saying that, the barbarian man left slowly on crutches, which was surprising, the barbarian was obviously blind, but his steps did not hesitate, as if he could see the road!

Looking at the back of the departing man, the barbarian thought for a long time, then stopped thinking about it and continued to wield the hammer.

Ever since the barbarian began to strike iron, his father had gone out hunting, while his mother had woven animal fur coats with the other women of the clan. In the evening, the roof of every house in the clan was rising with curling green smoke, and the father of the barbarian sky, Manyong, was standing in front of the stove at this time, holding the sword embryo created by the barbarian during the day, after carefully looking at it, he looked at the skinny body of the barbarian with a somewhat surprised look, and said in surprise: "Xiaotian, you... Feel what changes in your body? Your strength is growing rapidly, and although this sword embryo is useless, its toughness is comparable to that of a medium-grade mortal weapon. ”

Ordinary weapons are called mortal weapons, and above ordinary weapons are called brute weapons!

"Father, there is no change in my body, by the way, father, what is the difference between striking iron and forging?

"Oh, why do you suddenly ask like this?" said the barbarian father in surprise as he glanced at the barbarian sky. Although he insists on striking iron every day these days, his father feels that Mantian is not obsessed with striking iron, and his father has not stopped it, just as Mantian is exercising, and wants to restore his extraordinary body.

"The barbarian came today, and he said that if I can touch the door of forging, he will pass on my forging skills!"

When the barbarian father heard this, the rough cheeks jumped violently, and there was a surprise and shock in his eyes, he stared at the barbarian sky and said in a low voice: "Uncle and grandfather really said that?", it's not that the barbarian father doesn't believe in the barbarian sky, but this news makes him a little unbelievable.

Looking at the excited appearance of the barbarian father, the barbarian pale face was slightly rosy, and his fists couldn't help clenching, and he said firmly: "Hmm!"

"Xiaotian, from now on, you must integrate into the iron with your heart, so that you can touch the door of forging, you must take advantage of this opportunity, since you will say this to you, he must have moved your heart. If the barbarian is willing to teach you, he... He said, you may well be able to become a forger!" The tall body of the barbarian father couldn't help but tremble at this time, and his bloodshot eyes burst out with surprise.

Mantian stared at his father tightly, at this moment, he didn't need to say anything, such a look, Mantian hadn't seen it for too long, since his brother Manxiao left and he was seriously ill, his parents were full of sorrow, and rarely saw his father show such a look, Mantian's afterglow suddenly skimmed behind his father, standing in front of the door and secretly wiping her tears, Mantian only felt that his chest was blocked, and an indescribable determination made him hold his nails into the palm of his hand, and he said in a low voice: "I will, father!"

"Xiaotian, although my father has not touched the door of forging, but he has also been striking iron for a lifetime, forging is very mysterious, and he can only understand that he can't speak, but his father believes that as long as you devote yourself to one thing, there is nothing you can't do!. Brute Yong said in a deep voice!

The blows of these two years did not make the barbarian father lose confidence in his son, in his heart, his two sons were his pride, the eldest son Manxiao resolutely left the clan with his own strength and went to the distant Eastern Regions, regardless of whether it succeeded or not, this courage is admirable, for many years, there are many barbarian people without blood, but how many people have this courage and determination?

His second son Barbarian is also his pride, from a genius in the clan to a wasted man, and has suffered the blow of no clan god's bloodline, the double blow did not knock him down, but made him more and more resolute, as if nothing in this world can defeat him, although the barbarian father is just an ordinary person, his experience is not shallow, he has heard that whether it is a barbarian cultivator or a monk in the Eastern Regions, it takes a firm heart to reach the other side of cultivation!

Listening to his father's earnest words and the trust and love he revealed, he almost burst into tears.

"Xiaotian, no matter what, my father is proud of you and your brother!" The barbarian father patted Mantian on the shoulder, then turned around, walked to the door, pulled the woman with tears on her face, and walked into the room.

Man Tian stood in place, his fists clenched, his nails piercing into his palms, and drops of blood dripped from his fists, splashed on the ground, and melted into the soil.

The breeze blew and blew the black hair of the barbarian, and two tears flowed down the corners of the mantian's eyes!

Five years ago, the strength was lost, and the barbarian never cried, and last year the clan tried to learn that there was no bloodline of the clan god, and the barbarian had never cried, at this time, the strong father-son affection made the mantian's rock-solid heart completely collapse! He actually sat on the ground like a child, whimpering and crying!

Perhaps, he was a child!

The sound of whimpering blended into the cold wind of the approaching winter, and it looked unusually bleak and desolate.

"Ahh The barbarian sitting on the ground suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a terrible roar, venting all the pain that had been suppressed in his heart for several years.

Perhaps, he has been a little tired of being strong all these years.

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