"It should be here, that's right. "With {Dream} Little ◢.1a" Su Heng jumped on the mountain peak and looked down, but he didn't see any trace of the disarming battalion.

"How could I not find them?" Su Heng frowned slightly.

"Did you make a mistake?" asked Su Wuchang.

Su Heng shook his head, "There shouldn't be a problem, the Jiejia battalion attacked Feiying County, and then retreated to Lichu, but looking at the direction, it shouldn't be back to Beiji, and it is more likely to go directly to Saibei Road in the northwest corner of Chu!"

"Saibei Province is too big, will they choose to take the northern border of Saibei?" asked Su Wuchang rhetorically.

"Quite possibly. ”

Su Heng saw smoke curling at the foot of the mountain, "Let's go and inquire again." ”

......

Black Iron Village, at the foot of the Black Iron Mountain in Saibei Province, is a village specializing in sword casting, where men, women and children will know some sword-casting skills, according to legend, this village also had a famous sword born, which was refined by Ouyang Shuye, the sword-casting master in the village, named Qingque.

The green finch is taken from a kind of flying bird in the ancient books, carrying the blood of the ancient Qingluan, and is in charge of the wind, so the speed of the green finch is amazing, and the sword bearer can't even feel the weight of the sword, even if it is just a swing, there will be a wind blade shooting out.

But it was precisely this so-called ancestral remnant that put Heitie Village in crisis. A group of mountain robbers thousands of miles apart once set foot in Heitie Village, threatening that if they couldn't refine a good sword, they would set foot on Heitie Village.

The whole Black Iron Village is terrified, they are all honest people, where can they fight these robbers who lick blood on the knife all day long?

There is only one day left before the date of the sword exchange, and the lives of the seventy-eight people in the village will all depend on today's sword refining.

"Ding......

The person who presided over the sword casting in Heitie Village was Ouyang Qianye, the descendant of Ouyang Shuye, this is an honest man, a hammer smashed heavily on the sword embryo, and the sound was loud!

"Can that sword be forged?" There are many villagers in Heitie Village who are beating drums in their hearts, this sword is related to the lives of the entire Heitie Village, if it succeeds, it will be avoidable, but if it fails, then it will be a catastrophe that will greet them.

"Who knows? But who else can we trust now besides believing in Chiba? If we want everything to be psychic, except for the sword-forging skills that have been passed down from generation to generation by the Ouyang family, we are helpless. ”

"But Chiba hasn't forged a sword for ten years, is it still possible?" Everyone's hearts couldn't help but beat a drum, a swordsmith who hadn't wielded a hammer for ten years could really forge that psychic sword?

"If it weren't for that one demon woman, how could Chiba have been abandoned for ten years? It's also my Black Iron Village that should have this catastrophe, and I ...... it at the beginning" An old man seemed to know some inside information, shook his head and sighed.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound spread throughout the four fields, and it was endless. Although Ouyang Qianye said that he had not forged a sword for ten years, this time the sword embryo was forged very easily.

Su Heng stood in the woods on the side, watching quietly. These people naturally chose a good place for forging their swords, which happened to be next to the stream at the edge of the woods, which was conducive to quenching the swords.

"Casting a sword is so exciting?" Su Heng stopped with interest.

To the man in the stove, the strong muscles of the upper body bulged high, and each hammer went down, it looked the same, but the subtleties were very different, and the other man who was blowing the wind was sweating profusely, and his arms were thick like two giant pythons, and his muscles were knotted.

"Ding!"

"Wow!"

......

The originally crisp voice suddenly appeared a murmur, Su Heng frowned slightly, this voice seemed to be a little wrong, he was just a layman, but he still heard a trace of inappropriateness, not to mention those villagers of Black Iron Village who had forged swords for generations.

"What's wrong with Chiba? Is it a mistake? This piece of material is already the last piece, if it fails again, then there is no chance of recovery. ”

Even the man who was blowing the wind stopped and looked at Ouyang Qianye.

"Don't stop, add fire!" Ouyang Qianye shouted, and then the huge hammer in his hand was raised high, as if it contained terrifying strength.

The blower man immediately re-blew, and the speed is getting faster and faster!

“......”

Ouyang Qianye's hammer was raised high and fell heavily, but no sound came out, and Su Heng's heart felt an indescribable disobedience, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, because he clearly saw that the sword embryo on the platform was like ripples on the surface of the lake, from the blade of the sword to the tip of the sword, as if the man had smashed all his strength into the body of the sword, and there was no leakage at all.

"This sword-casting method ......" Su Heng's eyes flowed, as if he was thinking about something, "It actually has something in common with the Immortal Fist I created in Wuru Country......

There are all kinds of use of strength, but it is only one or two out of ten that can really be on the table, let alone a clever method, and the sword casting method of the man in front of him has reached a point of refinement, which has to surprise Su Heng.

The sword-forging master swung his hammer eight times in a row, and the entire sword embryo was in an extremely wonderful situation, and the fluctuations on the sword body had not completely dispersed, and the ripples from the tip of the sword echoed, as if they were blending.

"This is the ancestral top secret of the Ouyang family, the Eight Methods of Patterned Clouds?" The people in the Black Iron Village behind him suppressed their exclamations, but they were still heard by Su Heng, "The Eight Methods of Patterned Clouds? ”

When the ripples on the sword embryo calmed down, Ouyang Qianye saw the fixed cloud pattern on the sword body, and grinned, "Okay, the fire can stop, and then I can be alone." ”

When the wind man left, Ouyang Qianye suddenly picked up the sword embryo and slashed it on his arm, and the blood instantly spurted wildly, staining the entire sword casting platform red, and also dyeing the sword embryo that had just been tempered.

"What!?" Everyone was shocked, just now they thought that everything was done, who would have thought that this Ouyang Qianye would act like this, would he want to destroy the last sword embryo alive?

But Su Heng didn't think so, he saw a hint of joy in the eyes of the gradually big man, and even a hint of relief was hidden in it.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the sword embryo, and there was a little more bright red between those cloud patterns, which not only did not destroy the sword, but made the sword embryo to a higher level.

The villagers of Heitie Village finally breathed a sigh of relief, although the psychic sword had not yet been completed, as long as there was another secret method of the Ouyang family, it would definitely succeed, and the most important Eight Methods of Tattooing Cloud had been successful, and there was absolutely no possibility of failure for the rest.

Su Heng knew that this was not over yet, to be exact, it was the sword-forging man who was unwilling to end.

But to his surprise, the sword-casting man actually put away the sword, and put the sword into the sheath, the furnace behind him seemed to be unable to withstand such a powerful heat, and it exploded in an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and the broken iron flew wildly, but as soon as it came into contact with the gradually big man, those broken iron pieces suddenly lost their strength and fell directly to the ground.