The night washed by the rain was very refreshing.
In the small garden, Ye Chen and Lao Yang squatted on the ground, both raising their heads and looking eagerly at the sky, hoping for another heavy rain and thunder and lightning to melt the black iron.
However, God didn't understand. The two waited all night, but they didn't see a sound of thunder.
The night has gone, and the light of morning shines.
Mr. Yang Ge had a dark circle under his eyes and left with regret.
"This is also a talent." Ye Chen lamented. He could imagine the scene of Lao Yang being struck by lightning while holding the black black iron. He was absolutely domineering.
After Yang Gelao left, he was not idle either. He took his fortune-telling gear and went to the bustling street.
When he came to the door of the restaurant again, Ye Chen saw the people who had visited the tomb before. After dressing up, they were about to leave Zhuxian Town.
The group visiting the tomb this time was almost completely wiped out, and there were only three or five of them left. How could they dare to provoke the old tomb? What they had to do was to go back and recover, or find other experts and strangers.
"Donor, your hall is dark!" Ye Chen stroked his beard.
"You stinky fortune teller is looking for death." One of the martial arts masters among the three or five people suddenly became angry. He felt depressed in the ancient tomb. He was already very frustrated and worried that he could not find anyone to vent his anger.
"Don't cause trouble." Another martial arts master stopped him and glanced at Ye Chen with narrowed eyes. His expression was strange. Just because he hadn't seen him for a few days, Ye Chen's aura became extremely vague, or in other words, too much. It's a bit strange that their powerful inner strength cannot be penetrated by their eyes.
"Let's go." Since Ye Chen averted his gaze, he immediately turned around.
The remaining four people all snorted coldly, and then followed, holding back their anger.
"If you don't listen to the old man's words, you will die ugly." Ye Chen sighed, and he could calculate that these three or five people would not escape the fate of being destroyed.
Because the marks between their eyebrows are indeed very dark, they are all as black as birds, there is no reason for them to be immortal.
Sure enough, when a few people left Zhuxian Town, they were ambushed in a mountain forest. Until they died, they didn't even see who was attacking them. They saw a rain of arrows that shot them into a sieve. The one who destroyed them was not The bandits are a hostile force and have been waiting for them in this mountain forest for a long time.
"Amitabha, how good it is." In Zhuxian Town, Ye Chen recited the Heart Sutra silently and mourned for those three or five people. They all said that the Yintang turned black. If you still don't believe it, look, they will be destroyed!
In the following days, Zhuxian Town was quite uneasy.
The so-called unrest refers to outsiders.
Since the first wave of martial arts masters and strangers left, people have been coming, belonging to various forces. Behind them, they are all supported by princes. It seems that they are all interested in the ancient tomb and are sure that there is a large amount of gold and silver in it. Treasure, then people came one after another.
All those who fought in this war were reduced to paupers and were in urgent need of financial resources.
And this financial resource is in that ancient tomb. In their view, an ancient tomb is related to victory or defeat, as well as their future throne. The attraction of power is still very tempting.
Of course, the wish is very beautiful, but the reality is very cruel. There are many people coming, all of them are masters, and they are also very confident, and they are very confident. But after a few days, some people have left and others have died. , a group of people died, a group of people went away, those who did not believe in evil all believed in it, and those who still did not believe in evil all died, and that tomb became a tomb.
"What wave is this?"
"Princess Yin Yue is indeed not a cover-up."
At the entrance of the restaurant, in front of the fortune-telling table, Ye Chen and Mr. Yang Ge sat side by side, hands folded, looking sadly not far away.
At one end of the street, another grave visitor came back, more dejected than after a defeat. It was not the worst, only worse. There was a little blood on the body, which was minor, but in serious cases, there were scars all over the body.
Ye Chen was okay, he had already gotten used to it.
Mr. Yang Ge, on the other hand, gets more energetic every time he sees someone coming back. He feels extremely sad when he sees those people deflated.
boom! Boom!
While the two were watching, they suddenly heard thunder in the sky.
Then, dark clouds rolled in, and the originally sunny day turned into darkness.
Yes, it's going to rain.
"Quick, quick, quick." Yangge Laoma slipped up, picked up Ye Chen and left. He was waiting for the thunder and lightning, not just for a day or two, but all the thunder and lightning was needed to melt the black black iron.
"This thunder is powerful enough." Ye Chen glanced at Xu Tian and was dragged to the backyard of the restaurant by Mr. Yang Ge.
In the backyard, an iron pillar had been erected with an iron chain hanging on it. Mr. Yang Ge had already brought the black black iron and hung it on the iron chain. Then he looked at Ye Chen and said, "Will this work?" ."
"Okay." Ye Chen said casually and sat on the fence, holding a wine bottle and crossing his legs.
As soon as he finished speaking, the sky rumbled, and a bolt of thunder struck down on the black black iron.
Yang Ge Lao was trembling in his heart as he watched, fearing that the black black iron would be chopped into a pile of scrap metal.
As the thunder and lightning continued to fall, sparks popped up from the black black iron being split.
When Ye Chen saw this, he threw the wine bottle casually, stepped out and came to the iron pillar.
"You're crazy." Mr. Yang Ge exclaimed.
"Don't come out." Ye Chen said calmly, using the internal power of thunder attribute to draw the thunder and lightning that descended from the sky, and using the supreme secret method, he gathered the thunder and lightning in his hand and turned it into a thunder hammer.
Gudong!
Yang Ge Lao swallowed his saliva fiercely, his eyes widened. What kind of monster is this? He ignores thunder and lightning, and can also transform thunder and lightning into different forms. He thinks he can't do such heaven-defying methods. The martial arts of this land ranks No. 1. One thing can't be done at the same time. This is beyond the scope of what humans can do.
You know, it's thunder from the sky. If you don't pay attention, you will be chopped into ashes. Such a domineering thunder and lightning can also be changed into different forms. This is even better than a magician.
However, he didn't know that Ye Chen's magical powers were all magical. Even if he couldn't use them, he could use his internal power to activate them, and it would still be effective.
pound! pound! pound!
Amidst the thunder, the sound of metal colliding was clear and loud.
That is Ye Chen, holding the thunder hammer, striking the black black iron again and again, just like a blacksmith. This is the weapon refining technique. Fire can refine weapons, and thunder can do the same, and it is more domineering. It is cast with this Weapons are innately possessing the power of thunder and lightning, and are absolutely fierce.
"Forging weapons with lightning?" Mr. Yang Ge opened his mouth. This kind of weapon casting method was unheard of.
"What kind of sword, gun, sword and halberd do you want?" Ye Chen said leisurely.
"Sword." Yang Gelao gave the answer without thinking.
Ye Chen did not reply. In the rain and under the thunder, he waved his hands again and again and struck the black black iron again and again to remove the impurities. The irregular black iron gradually changed as he struck again and again. In its form, it was a clumsy sword blank that was being forged into a peerless magic weapon.
Mr. Yang Ge was silent. He was so frightened that he didn't dare to say a word. He was shocked by Ye Chen's courage and horrified by Ye Chen's methods. What he couldn't hide was that he was grateful that Ye Chen was willing to build weapons for him. What an honor.
I don't know how long it took before the rain stopped, and the thunder in the sky disappeared.
Heaven and earth have returned to tranquility.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In the backyard, the buzzing sound of swords can be heard all the time, coming from Ye Chen's hand, or more precisely, from the long sword in Ye Chen's hand. It is completely black, the sword energy is compelling, and sometimes it is torn by thunder and lightning, because it is made of thunder and lightning. , there is also a mark of thunder and lightning on the sword body.
"Failure." Ye Chen sighed and shook his head, throwing the sword behind him casually.
His magic power was blocked, and his weapon refining skills were also restricted. The weapons he created this time were far from meeting his standards. When he took them out, he was embarrassed to say they were made by him. There was nothing he could do about it, the Immortal's vision was too high.
However, the sword that he regarded as a defective product fell into the hands of Old Yang Ge. It was a peerless sword. With one strike of the sword, the iron pillars standing in the courtyard were cut open easily like tofu.
"Magic weapon, magic weapon!" Mr. Yang Ge was so excited that he knelt down with a plop, holding the long sword in his hand, "This will be a martial arts treasure, more domineering than the legendary Wentian Sword."
"If possible, I really want to bring out my big cauldron." Ye Chen said meaningfully. A defective sword can make Yang Ge Lao do this. If the Great Luo Shen cauldron is placed like this, I don't know what the old man is doing. , will you kowtow three times and bow nine times? Maybe, you will cry for father and mother.
"Thank you for the gift, little friend." Mr. Yang Ge came over with a long sword in his hands. He was as excited as a child, with tears in his eyes. "Such a magic weapon, please give me a name, little friend."
"Forged from black black iron, supported by thunder and lightning, Xuan Lei Sword." Ye Chen said casually.
"That's domineering enough." Mr. Yang Ge laughed, took a step forward, and danced his long sword in the courtyard. The sword moves were quite exquisite, but the sword energy was everywhere and accompanied by thunder. He didn't use his inner strength to move it. , they saw the flowers, plants and trees in the courtyard being cut in half by the sword energy.
"My little friend, let's learn some moves." Yang Ge said with a smile.
"random."
"Watch the move." Yang Gelao shouted, and pierced Changhong with his sword, attacking Ye Chen directly. This blow was his strongest blow, and sparks flew out of the air.
Ye Chen stood quietly, unmoved, showing no emotion towards the stabbing sword.
It wasn't until the tip of the sword was still five inches away from him that he raised his hand slightly, stretched out two fingers, and clamped the long sword impartially. It was very easy. No matter how much Yang Ge Lao mobilized his internal strength, he could not stab it. Half a point.
"This..." Mr. Yang Ge was shocked, his eyes stood out, he was shocked, horrified, and full of disbelief. That was his strongest blow! Coupled with the support of Xuan Lei Sword, it was enough to kill a martial arts master in an instant, but Ye Chen easily took it over. How strong he is!
"Get some sleep!" Ye Chen flicked his fingers, causing Mr. Yang Ge to stumble back.
By the time he stopped, Ye Chen had disappeared into the backyard.
The courtyard fell into silence again, a deathlike silence. Mr. Yang Ge stood there in a daze, in a daze, as if he had lost his soul. He felt that all his decades of internal strength had been wasted. With one move, just one move, The defeat was a complete mess, and such a blow was very heavy.
"Is he a god?" Mr. Yang Ge murmured to himself. Perhaps, even he himself didn't know that when he said this, the Xuan Lei Sword in his hand fell off inadvertently.
At this moment, the thin back was like a giant mountain of 8,000 feet, and he couldn't help but look up. There was a natural chasm between them, which even a lifetime of effort could not overcome.