In a blink of an eye, three days have passed since the refining.
For these three days, Fang Shiyu wandered around the door of the refining workshop with anxiety every day, lying on the door listening to the movement inside.
Fortunately, everything went well.
But outside the Tianjiang Workshop, a shocking performance of a young swordsman was being staged.
Two days ago, Mo Taizhen, the fourth-ranked young swordsman of the Tongtian Sect, was blocked by Xia Bing in the street. The two made an appointment to fight the sword stand. As a result...
Xia Bing, defeat the enemy with one sword!
At this point, the two most powerful forces in Zhongzhou that have the ability to challenge the Xia have already been defeated by Xia Bing, but this is just the beginning.
"Treasurer Fang!!"
A hurried cry made Fang Shiyu's whole body tremble, and the news he didn't want to hear was coming.
Just this morning, Xia Bing made another move. With just two swords, he slashed one of the right hands of the third Sword Master Qingyangzi of the Tongtian Sect and returned with a big victory.
"Two swords... Only two swords..."
Fang Shiyu felt that his mouth was full of bitterness, because he had seen the sword fight between Qingyangzi and Xiahou Yunlong with his own eyes. The two had fought for a hundred rounds before they could decide the victory or defeat, and Xiahou Yunlong could only pierce each other. That’s all.
Is this Xia Bing terrifying to this point! !
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Three more days passed.
Qi Qi exclaimed in admiration in the refining workshop.
"Wow, Young Master Lin, I'm afraid that this fiery sword is already the best among the holy swords!"
Several refiners and assistants who were refining with Lin Yang gathered around, staring at a translucent red long sword in Lin Yang's hand like looking at a perfect artwork.
This sword took more than 50 kinds of flame attribute spirit materials to complete the initial sword embryo. From a distance, it was like a brilliant flame cloud cloud held in Lin Yang's hand, so beautiful and indispensable. .
"It's just started, the veins have been carved, and now we have to draw an inscription!"
Lin Yang's face was serious, and he focused all his attention on the blade of the [Fire Sword] in front of him. At the same time, he quickly took out his inscription pen and started to work on the blade.
"Tsk tusk tusk... This technique... is absolutely amazing, absolutely amazing."
"My God, what kind of inscription is this? How come I have never seen it before... I'll go, the consumption of inscription spices is too exaggerated!!"
There was still an incredible exclamation around, but it did not interfere with Lin Yan's progress. He must complete the basic refining work of the Blazing Fire Sword before the seventh day, and then transfer to the [Eternal Sword] project that Zhao Muyun is responsible for. .
So far, everything goes well! !
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But what Lin Yang didn't know was that at the moment outside a wall, Fang Shiyu and Xiahou Luotian's brows were only frowned together.
At their feet, a guard was quickly reporting:
"Within one day today, Xia Bing fought the two in a row! The second swordsman of the Tongtian Church, Xuanzhen, and the second swordsman of the Haoran Pavilion where the Young Master was located, Mencius, were all defeated!!"
The whole hall of the Tianjiang Workshop was frozen by these words.
Xia Bing had truly become invincible.
What he did was the same as Lin Yang's original thoughts when he challenged the Haitian Sword Sect by himself, but he was even more domineering and mighty, with one person's power, overturning two supreme sects.
What is the Zhongzhou Grand Contest? He just wanted Haorange and Tongtianjiao to have no face to challenge his Xia clan! ! !
Fang Shiyu unconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and looked at Xiahou Luotian next to him: "Elder Luotian, then, I'm afraid it will be Young Master Yunlong!!"
Xiahou Luotian didn't speak, but looked at the direction of the Refining Workshop with his eyes full of anxiety and helplessness.
Xiahou Yunlong... How could this already terrifying opponent of Xia Bing...
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ninth day.
There was a small cheer in the workshop.
"Okay! The longevity sword is also made!!"
Nearly ten already free refining masters all surrounded Lin Yang, including Master Zhao Muyun, all of them had the stars of Bu Ling Bu Ling in their eyes, staring at this handle with a dark green body. The longevity sword of the woody spirit.
This is just a sword embryo, but the kendo profound energy on it is no less than the level of the peak holy artifact. Lin Yang has drawn two days of veins and inscriptions on the sword embryo, all of which are mysterious to everyone. Routine.
"It's terrible..." Zhao Muyun could only sigh secretly after returning to his senses: "The veins of the five-handed holy swords are self-contained, but they can merge with each other like rivers and rivers, and the inscription formation is even more true. It can be separated and gathered... The old man can see this kind of refining technique in his life, and he will die without regret!!"
Lin Yang didn't hear Zhao Muyun's almost cult-like admiration at all. He just waved a spiritual glow to wrap up the semi-finished longevity sword, and at the same time looked to the side with radiant eyes: "The sword is good. That's it!!"
"Okay, okay! I'm just waiting for you, Master Lin!!!"
Next to him, the magnificent Heavenly Master Zhang was already slobbering waiting for Lin Yang to go over to hold the Jade Water Sword, and the crowd followed in a snap, not wanting to miss any details of Lin Yang's refining tools.
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Outside, Xiahou Luotian's hairstyle is a bit messy, obviously the result of not having a good rest in the past two days.
He asked the guard below in a hoarse voice: "You just said... That Tongtian Sect's Young Master [Xuan Kongxuan] only received Xia Bing's Seven Swords?"
"Yes! Elder Luotian..." The guard buried his head deeply, as if he was unwilling to accept this desperate fact: "The Tiger Soul Sword in Xia Bing's hand is too defying to the sky. 】Hard support, still invincible!"
"Ugh!!"
Xiahouluo let out a long sigh.
Tiger Soul Sword... It's worthy of being the most prestigious killing sword in the domain today.
In the entire universe, apart from the [Snowflake Spirit Sword] of the Big Snow Mountain, only the [Heaven Broken Sword] of the Ximen family can contend with that fierce soldier...
Lin Yi, it’s impossible to refine a pinnacle holy artifact comparable to the ultimate three holy swords in such a short time...
"Elder Luo Tian, and..."
"What else?"
"Xia Bing has already spoken out. Three days later, he will personally visit Tianjiang Workshop to challenge Young Master Yunlong!!"
Three days! !
Are there three more days! !
Xiahou Luotian knew that this day would come sooner or later, but he really didn't expect that the Xiahou family would be so helpless and frustrated when this day came.
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the eleventh day.
Sword into the clear water.
There was joy in the refining workshop again, and there was no idea what happened outside.
As for the Tianjiang Workshop, it has entered a comprehensive state of security as if it is facing a major enemy. The entire Zhongtian City has set their sights on here. Everyone knows that after a day, the young man who has swept through the two major sects The sword demon Xia Bing was about to come here, and swallowed his last goal mercilessly.
Almost all the warriors in the city, whether they practice swords or not, are looking forward to that moment.
People want to see if the [Fire Master] Xiahou Yunlong in the Seven Masters of the Sky has the ability to block the terrifying Tiger Soul sword edge of the little sword demon Xia Bing! !
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The twelfth day when Lin Yang started refining tools, it was the day when Xia Bing got down the battle book.
On this day, the whole city is eye-catching, and the alleys are empty.
The streets around the Tianjiang Workshop were full of people, all looking forward to the ultimate showdown between Xiahou Yunlong and Xia Bing.
However, no one thought of it.
The expectation this time was the biggest joke in the history of Xiahou's family.
"My young master is refining tools... No, it's not convenient to fight!!"
When Fang Shiyu said this with the eyes of the audience, she felt that her shoulders were instantly crushed by countless mountains called'ridicule' and'ridicule'.
The audience was in an uproar.
Then, naturally, rumors and criticisms burst into the sky.
"Wow!! Xiahou Yunlong avoided the battle!! Does this mean being scared by Xia Bing?"
"It's so miserable. The Xiahou family could still challenge the Xia clan before. Now it's good. The younger generation was directly scared by the Xia clan and didn't even dare to come out. How will the Xiahou clan still mix up after decades? "
"Damn! What kind of trash boy! People Void Xuan dare to come out and fight, he is simply a fool!"
"It's boring... It's gone, I actually saw such a useless thing when I got up early, it's boring!"
Angry!
Fang Shiyu was really mad at the discussion at the scene.
But this is the only choice they Xiahou can make.
Using a humiliation to give Xiahou Yunlong and Lin Yang time to refine the sword, I only hope that the holy sword will succeed... But even if it is, can Young Master Yunlong really defeat the Xia Bing in front of him
"how long?"
Who knows, Xia Bing did not leave after getting the reply, but asked coldly:
"How long does it take Xiahou Yunlong to refine his sword?"
"You... what do you mean?"
"Three days." Xia Bing raised three fingers: "I will come again in three days. If you still use this reason to avoid fighting, then I want Xiahou Yunlong not to appear in front of my Xia Bing from now on. Otherwise, I will insult him once with the sword once I see him. Such a cowardly coward is not worthy to use a sword!!"
Wow! !
Xia Bing's words shocked the audience.
This is simply not giving Xiahou Yunlong a little chance, either to fight with me, or to kneel at my feet to be a dog, there is no third way to go.
This is Xia Bing, so cold that he doesn't leave any affection.
This is the Xia clan, so domineering enough to make everyone cool!
"let's go!!"
The Xia people withdrew.
The audience in Zhongtian City also dispersed.
However, Fang Shiyu could only take the desolate Xiahou family guards around and walked back to the Tianjiang Workshop with bitterness.
Three days...
The last three days.
Three terrible days...
Three days later, I'm afraid that the Xiahou family will be severely slapped by the Xia clan who will never be able to turn over...
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This last three days.
Passed by a jingle of forging in the forging workshop.