After the old man Cangjian's explanation, everyone knew that the old man Cangjian lived in a hut in this deep mountain not because of his withdrawn personality, nor because of his bet with Zhangqiu Taiyan, but because of an experience of exploring mine veins, which made him He found a piece of extraterrestrial meteorite weighing ten thousand catties.
This piece of meteorite cannot be collected by manpower, so we can only live in a hut in this mountain, refine the essence, and forge a sword.
Everyone followed Mr. Cangjian to the forging room where he made swords.
The foundry was in a remote corner of the village near the mountains, and one house was tucked away from the others, hidden in a clearing among the trees, clinging to a pine forest.
A stream of spring water flows down from the mountain, turning the water wheel on the side of the house, driving the creaking bearings, and connecting to some components in the house, making the sound of mechanical rotation.
Before the person arrived, there was a "ding ding" sound of iron striking.
Everyone couldn't help being very curious, the old man who hid the sword was not among them, but he was still casting swords
Ye Qingxuan originally thought that the anvil driven by water power was automatically forging iron. This technique was once heard by Lu Botong, but during this very regular forging sound, there was also a trace of irregular forging sound, which made Ye Qingxuan Qingxuan couldn't help looking at Feng Qingqing beside him with doubtful eyes.
Feng Qingqing obviously knew what he was going to ask, lowered her voice and said, "It's Uncle Jiannu, the foster son adopted by the old grandpa..."
Everyone was surprised, why didn't the old man of Tibetan sword mention him before
Of course the old man Cangjian heard it, he coughed, and explained: "Jiannu is a savage boy I rescued a hundred years ago. I don't know who his parents are, but he grew up with a four-armed ape. Good material for blacksmithing, but he is withdrawn and irritable by nature, he doesn't like to interact with people, not to mention you, even other people in the valley have nothing to do with him, so there is no introduction... "
Everyone immediately understood.
The adoptive son from a hundred years ago is almost innate to be able to live to such an old age.
At this moment, the old man of Tibetan sword turned his head and said with a smile: "However, there is only one exception, that boy Feng Daren, I don't know if it is because of his monkey nature that the sword slave found his kind, haha..."
While talking and laughing, the old man who hid the sword pushed open the heavy door, and the sound of iron hammering became dozens of times clearer.
Driven by the rocker, the huge bellows blows air into the furnace, the raging fire flashes and rises, the heat wave is billowing, and the red flame is soaring.
Everything in the workshop is in order, and behind it is the inner courtyard and patio.
There was a solitary deep well in the courtyard, and he didn't have a drop of water in it. Ye Qingxuan only took a look and realized that it was a mine for digging the Meteorite. It turned out that the foundry was set up above the Meteorite.
A man with disheveled hair, Shen Xiong's broad back is facing the direction of the door, he holds a sword in his left hand, throwing it like magic, the red sword body tumbling and rolling in the fire. Like a spirit snake struggling and screaming in the fire, every time the sword returned to the big anvil, the big hammer in his right hand hit the sword impartially, hitting from different angles every time, accurately and quickly.
A strange shimmering golden light kept flowing in the sword body, dazzling the eyes.
When everyone entered the foundry, the big man didn't seem to notice. The whole space was covered by the sound of huge bellows, the sound of flames, and the sound of clanging iron.
Under the instructions of the old man who hid the sword, the people did not step forward to disturb the sword slave, but quietly watched him casting the sword. Human hands turn a piece of stubborn iron into a magic weapon that is full of gold and jade. The whole process is full of strength and heat, which is so mysterious and touching.
Obviously, the sword slave's process of casting swords has reached the most critical moment. The speed of raising and falling the giant hammer in his right hand has become faster, and the sound of clanging has surpassed the speed of martial arts masters fighting. The iron bars are golden and shining, entering the final stage of shaping.
The sword slave suddenly stopped all movements and raised his sword high.
The sword body was shining with golden light, but after a while, the golden light gradually dimmed, turning to silvery white, and then gradually disappeared, returning to its normal appearance of being burnt red by the fire.
The sword slave sighed, waved his hand, and the newly cast sword turned into a long rainbow, flew out horizontally, inserted into the wall, and sank more than half of it, the body of the sword left outside the wall could not stop vibrating, making a buzzing sound.
The old man Tibetan Sword also sighed imperceptibly.
But the people are quite unclear, just looking at the radiance of the sword, they know that even if this sword is not a unparalleled magic weapon in the world, it is far superior to any sharp weapon that everyone has seen. The thick stone wall more than ten feet high and low has already been filled with such swords, and the number is not afraid of a thousand. You can tell what kind of hard work this big man usually does.
Meng Yuanyun felt very painful, before saying hello to everyone, he flew to the sword stuck on the wall, and stretched out his hand to hold the sword tightly.
ah!
With a scream, Meng Yuanjun quickly withdrew his hand. It turned out that the sword handle was unbearably hot, and his palm was immediately scalded with several big blisters.
"who!?"
At this time, the sword slave who was in deep thought just woke up, and when he turned around, he revealed an orc-like face, which was so ugly that it made people jump in fear.
Meng Yuanyun's mouth was foul, and he exclaimed: "Ah, I never imagined that there is someone uglier than my eldest nephew in this world?"
"Shut up!" Ye Qingxuan snapped angrily.
Before he could say hello, the sword slave yelled angrily, swung the sledgehammer in his hand, and ignited monstrous flames. He rushed across the air and smashed Meng Yuanjun with his hammer.
"Don't do it!"
"Uncle Sword Slave!"
"Sword slave stop!"
…
Everyone's yelling was obviously a step slower. The sword slave had lived in the foundry for a long time, and was deafened by the rumbling noise here. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Meng Yuanyun's head. The violent flame power had already descended from the sky, and the pressure forced him to move. Difficulties, the ears are even rumbling, like meteors from outside the world destroying the world.
Meng Yuanjun exclaimed, and backed away in shock. At the same time, a golden-red light and shadow crossed his side, and stepped forward to meet the falling sword slave's sledgehammer!
boom!
The bursting qi splattered loudly, and the heat wave was monstrous, sweeping across the entire foundry.
There were exclamations everywhere, and several weaker women suddenly couldn't stand still.
Ye Qingxuan and others hurriedly used the Gang Qi to build a wall of Gang Qi, which immediately resisted the violent Gang Qi, and watched the Gang Qi rush out of the backyard and fly into the air.
And within the scene, Jian Nu and the monk Ruhua who had received his blow forcefully flew backwards at the same time, and retreated more than ten steps after landing.
The astonishment in the eyes of the two couldn't be suppressed, they didn't expect that there were guys in the world who could compete with them in terms of strength.
"What a lot of strength!" The sword slave roared, shook the sledgehammer, and said angrily: "Good man, give me another hammer!"
"Sajia has exactly this intention!" Ruhua paused the Nine Dragons Zen stick in her hand, saluted with one hand, and stepped forward to make another move.
Hoo hoo...
There were a few sounds of clothes ripping through the air, Feng Shan and Feng Qingqing on Jiannu's side held Jiannu, and on the other side, Meng Yuanyun and Zhan Yu stopped Ruhua!
"Everyone stop, everyone stop! If you don't know your family, you are not allowed to do anything!" The Tibetan sword old man laughed and walked up to the stage.
"Master." As soon as Jian Nu saw the old man Tibetan Sword, he immediately became respectful, not at all as violent and ferocious as before.
Ye Qingxuan hurried forward and introduced each other.
Sure enough, the sword slave was not good at talking, and after listening for a long time, he just said "Oh", and didn't know how to respond. Instead, Ruhua stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, and praised: "Good man, good strength, the Sa family likes this My pure man, I will treat you to a drink later!"
Hearing the drink, the sword slave's eyes lit up, and he patted Ruhua's shoulder with a hearty laugh. The two thick-skinned guys communicated very well, so they got a lot closer than the others.
Everyone couldn't help shaking their heads and smiling wryly, not understanding how the world of the solid head was formed.
At this time, Meng Yuanjun took a piece of thick cloth, wrapped it around the handle of the sword on the wall, and pulled it out as hard as he could, but he didn't know that the sword was extremely sharp, and it came out of the wall without any effort. After flying out, he turned somersault in the sky, staggered and retreated seven or eight steps backwards, and almost fell off his back.
Looking at the precious sword again, the sharp edge of the sword was dazzling, not only Meng Yuanyun, but also everyone else exclaimed.
Li Daozong lost his sword, and was the first to rush to him. With a clang, he drew out his carefully selected fine steel sword, and the two of them knocked lightly, Ding!
The fine steel sword in his hand was cut off easily, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror, without even a single stubble.
What a sharp sword!
Ninth rank ordinary soldiers!
Everyone was shocked at the same time, and they all looked at the old man Tibetan sword and the sword slave.
Meng Yuanyun was quite surprised, and couldn't help asking: "Brother Sword Slave, this sword is so sharp, it is already a rare sword in the world, how could it be discarded casually!?"
Jian Nu scratched his head and replied: "No... er, not good!"
Everyone looked at the old man Tibetan Sword in surprise.
The old man Tibetan sword said indifferently: "What kind of sword is this? It’s just a defective product after years of practice by the sword slave.” Although the words were so light, there was an indescribable arrogance hidden in the old man’s tone.
In the Bingjiamen, which has been passed down for thousands of years, the sword-making skills are indeed unparalleled in the world.
And it seems that this old man with a sword is much stronger than Zhangqiu Taiyan. The three weapons that he took out in Xuzhou last time are of the same level as the "defective product" in Meng Yuanyun's hand at this time.
Li Daozong and Nie Xingxie got two swords and one sword, three ninth-grade weapons back then, Li Daozong and Nie Xingxie each got one sword. Smashed by Dragon Sutton Beads!
At this time, apart from Ye Qingxuan's "Seven Absolute Swords of the Spirit", only the precious sword in Yan Jueling's hand can be compared.
But as soon as he took it out, he was snatched away by the sword slave.
Yan Jueling didn't care, knowing that he was not good at etiquette, so he didn't even do any resistance. Instead, he turned the hilt of the sword upside down and handed it directly to him like a Buddha. The skill of the move surprised the old man Tibetan sword again .
It's rare to see so many rising stars here. Every young man here makes the old man Tibetan Sword feel like he's getting old.