"Your hammer was a little stronger."
"You hammer, the speed should be a little slower."
In the foundry room, Chen Zong swung the hammer. Elder Lie stood aside and watched, saying something from time to time.
Although Chen Zong refused to be his apprentice that day and made him leave angrily, the next day Chen Zong went to the foundry as usual. It was as if nothing had happened to Elder Lie, but his attitude towards Chen Zong was different from before. It was obviously much better, and from time to time, he went to Chen Zong's side to give advice to Chen Zong.
If someone gave advice, Chen Zong would naturally not refuse, and his blacksmithing skills improved by leaps and bounds.
September 6, 395 in the Zhenwu calendar.
It took Chen Zong more than 20 days to become a warrior.
practice sword!
Glittering.
In an instant, two sword lights pierced through the air, and it was still possible to distinguish, beside the two sword lights, there were two more blurred sword lights.
"It's about to break through."
With a secret thought, Chen Zong continued to practice.
Over and over again, until when the sword is struck, there are four clear sword lights.
One sword divides into four lights, which is the first stage of the light-splitting swordsmanship.
It took a total of 20 days from being exposed to the light-splitting sword technique to practicing the first step to the level of Xiaocheng. Compared with the previous practice of the Eight Forms of the True Sword, the progress was similar, which made Chen Zong more aware of the extraordinary nature of the Eight Forms of the True Sword. unusual.
"Perhaps, I should spend more time to practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword to a subtle level." Chen Zong secretly thought, "Maybe, if I practice the Eight Forms of the True Sword to a subtle level, the tip of the mysterious sword will give I have better swordsmanship."
After practicing the Eight Forms of the True Sword thirty times, return to the house, and after a short rest, practice the first level of Fierce Tiger Kung Fu.
After more than 20 days of practice, the energy and blood of the body has increased a lot compared to before, but there is still a big gap between the filling of energy and blood on the fifth floor. Chen Zong estimates that in the absence of external forces such as beast blood pills, the single It takes a year to reach the fifth level of Qi and Blood Realm with one's own efforts.
Even if he tempered the blood energy seven times, those who tempered the blood energy three times, without external help, would have to spend many years to upgrade to the fifth level of Qi and Blood Realm.
What's more, as one grows older, one's qi and blood will gradually be exhausted, and this exhaustion can only be delayed if one can break through to the seventh level of the qi and blood realm to form a small qi and blood circle.
"After a while, I will be able to receive the mission reward for the first month of the foundry. How many contribution points will I have?"
The reward for the task of becoming an apprentice in the foundry is closely related to the evaluation given by Elder Lie. Now, Elder Lie also favors him a lot, so the evaluation should not be low.
On September 10, 395 of the Zhenwu calendar, Chen Zong entered the clan hall, which was exactly one year old.
afternoon.
In the foundry room, Chen Zong swung his hammer to forge iron blocks.
The hammer was raised and then lowered, lightly beating on the rough iron, and then another hammer was thrown down in an instant.
After 20 days of repeated use and Elder Lie's guidance from time to time, the four key points of lightness, heavyness, urgency, and slowness have reached the level of freedom of change.
If it is compared to a martial art, now, Chen Zong has reached the state of great accomplishment.
However, in a short period of time, the rough iron did not need to be sent into the furnace to burn red again, and it had already been turned into ordinary iron by Chen Zong.
Ten centimeters long, ten centimeters wide, and ten centimeters high, the surface is flat and smooth, and the texture is fine and dense. At first glance, you can tell that it is a top-quality fan iron block. Sharper, tends to be better.
Doing the math, this is the forty-fourth piece of ordinary iron that Chen Zong personally forged after he came to the foundry, which can be smelted and cast forty-four ordinary iron swords or ordinary iron knives.
"Pick a piece today."
After tidying up in twos and twos, Chen Zong, Chen Wuhou and Chen Qi greeted each other and left the foundry.
"Clan brother, go slowly." Chen Wuhou waved his hands with a smile. He admired this clan brother from the beginning of indifference to the present, and there was still an indescribable little jealousy in his heart.
Chen Qi was very envious, but also a little embarrassed, after all, what he said before was not very pleasant.
If there are no accidents, today should be the day when new children enter the clan hall, and Chen Yiming should also come.
"Chen Zhigang, why are you here?"
Before seeing Chen Yiming, Chen Zong met an unexpected person.
"Hmph, if you can come, of course I can too." Chen Zhigang was startled when he saw Chen Zong, his face was full of vigilance, and then he snorted coldly and said in disdain.
After staring at Chen Zhigang for a few seconds, Chen Zong suddenly smiled and ignored him.
Now that I think about it, there seems to be a rule in the clan hall. Those who fail the martial arts battle of the branch clan, if they can raise their cultivation level to the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm to become warriors within the next year, are also eligible to enter the clan hall. Chen Zhigang is This is the case.
Regarding this rule, Chen Zong only learned about it after he became a warrior.
"Chen Zhigang, the family hall is not as good as being in the family." Chen Zong said, whether he can understand is his business.
"I will surpass you and crush you." Chen Zhigang clenched his fists, his face full of anger.
Shaking his head, Chen Zong didn't pay attention to Chen Zhigang anymore. With Chen Zhigang's ability, he was nothing in the family hall. He would soon recognize the facts. Even if Chen Zhigang could rise, so what, he could defeat him twice You can defeat him three times, and the gap between the two sides will only become wider and wider.
In the outer hall, Chen Zong found Chen Yiming.
"Brother Zong." Seeing Chen Zong, Chen Yiming was very excited.
"That's right, to become a disciple of the outer court, you must work hard to cultivate, strive to quench your blood energy to the limit, and break through to become a warrior." Chen Zong encouraged.
"Brother Zong, don't worry, I will definitely practice hard and follow in your footsteps." Chen Yiming is full of confidence, just like everyone who has just arrived at the clan hall.
Chen Yiming practiced boxing and would be assigned to the boxing group. Chen Zong practiced swords. In terms of cultivation, he could not provide much help to Chen Yiming. As for the tiger force boxing method, everything that should be said before has already been said.
"How about my father, my aunt, and Ah Lie?" Chen Zong asked quickly, which was one of the main reasons why he came here to find Chen Yiming.
"Aunt Biqing is taking care of him, and Uncle Zhengtang is doing well. They told me to tell Brother Zong to practice hard and don't worry about them." Chen Yiming laughed and said, "And Ariel, he has already reached the Qi and Blood Realm. Brother Zong, do you think how strong his single arm is?"
"Seven hundred catties?" Chen Zong originally wanted to guess six hundred catties, but after thinking about it, Yang Lie was born with supernatural power, and maybe after his cultivation level improved, the strength increase would exceed the standard.
"Brother Zong, how did you guess that." Chen Yiming, who was originally planning to show off, said with his face turned, and then became excited again: "It's seven hundred catties. His arm strength is definitely more than a thousand catties, and his heavy punches have also started, it's really terrifying when you think about it."
Chen Zong also smiled. Every time he talked with Chen Yiming, he felt very happy. He was also satisfied with Yang Lie's cultivation progress.
The two chatted for a while, and after Chen Zong encouraged Chen Yiming again, he told Chen Yiming that he could come to him if he needed anything, and he would visit him every now and then and leave.
Back in the house, Chen Zong began to practice Liehu Kungfu, feeling the power of Qi and blood surging in his body, his whole body seemed to be full of strong power, which made him intoxicated.
However, the cultivation of the power of qi and blood must pay attention to the scale. Once it is exceeded, it will cause damage to one's body, and the gain outweighs the loss.
Taking out the "Little Sword Classic", Chen Zong read it and interpreted it word by word.
The content of this little sword scripture, every time I read it, I will never get tired of it. On the contrary, the more I read it, the more interesting it is, and the more I read it, the deeper Chen Zong's understanding of swords and sword techniques.
After flipping through it again and putting it back in place, Chen Zong planned to go outside for a walk, but just as the door opened, he saw a person reaching out to knock on the door.
"Is there something wrong?" Chen Zong asked.
"You are Chen Zong, right? This is an invitation for you." The man handed Chen Zong a red and gold-stamped post, his eyes full of puzzlement and envy.
"Invitation card?" Chen Zong accepted the invitation card in a daze.
The base is bright red, and the bronzing is three big characters and a golden dragon shape, as if it is about to soar into the sky.
"Shanglong stickers?" Looking at the three big golden characters, Chen Zong was even more puzzled. He couldn't help opening it, and instantly understood.
This Dragon Rising Poster was sent by the Tang family. To be more precise, it was given to Chen Zong by someone from Tang Junluo. The purpose was to invite Chen Zong to attend the Dragon Rising Club held by the Tang family in Zhengwu Tower in the morning three days later.
"Tang Junluo... Rising Dragon Club..." Chen Zong closed the invitation and thought: "Could it be that Tang Junluo successfully broke through the limit and tempered the blood energy eight times?"
Originally, tempering the blood energy seven times is the limit of Fengwu City, and tempering it eight times is to break the limit and break the record and create a higher record. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the first genius in the history of Fengwu City. Well, it was only natural for the Tang family to hold a grand event for him.
Other than that, Chen Zong couldn't think of anything else.
"In three days?"
"It just so happens that I have been in Fengwu City for a year, but I have never seen the scenery of Fengwu City other than going in and out. Anyway, I will take this opportunity to go there." , Chen Zong showed a smile on his face, presumably the reason why Tang Junluo sent him the invitation card was that the two of them had a draw in the first battle when they were martial apprentices, and he was valued by him, otherwise, with his own background, how could he get into the eyes of the other party.
Presumably, the person who sent him the invitation just now was puzzled because why he, a child from a branch clan at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm, could get an invitation from the Tang family.
Then, apart from myself, other geniuses should be invited, and the purpose is naturally to bring out Tang Junluo's excellence.
Just take this opportunity to meet the geniuses of other families.
The road of a warrior has never been a one-man show. To become stronger, opponents are indispensable, and so are friends.
The matter of ascending the dragon did not affect Chen Zong's normal cultivation. He went to the foundry to forge a few pieces of ordinary iron every day as usual, and practiced the light-splitting sword technique and fierce tiger skill. All aspects were improved little by little.
In a blink of an eye, three days passed, and Chen Zong walked out of the clan hall with his fine iron sword.
(end of this chapter)