The people around him changed batch after batch, either could not bear the hardship and left. Or they could never find the forging path and left. A very small number of people were lucky enough to become disciples in the house, and very few were lucky enough to become disciples of inner sects.

Xing Zhen is now considered an old man, and he is full of pity around him, just because he is a qualified old man but cannot become a fool who can enter the house. The young man with swordsman didn't care and put the melted pig iron into the furnace alone.

Liu Shun appeared behind him at some point and suddenly spoke: "The pig iron extracted from Monkey Head Stone is called Monkey Head Gold, which is of great quality. Refining is the simplest step. The purification and forging below is the top priority. Are you mentally prepared?"

Xing Zhenhun didn't care and asked an irrelevant sentence: "The casting door forged so many swords and other weapons, which is enough for the entire sect to last for more than a hundred years."

"As far as I found out, the forging door has remained unchanged for hundreds of years, and has been forging such high-yield. All the weapons should have been sent elsewhere, right?"

Liu Shun smiled and refused to hide it: "The Sword Sect not only was the sword sent out, but also the people were sent out. The Sword Sect's original and the lower sect all recruited disciples every three years. Over time, there are so many disciples left in the inner sect and the house. Look at how many are there now."

Xing Zhenhuan then murmured: "It's really rare."

Liu Shun patted the boy's shoulder and said, "That's it. There are many things you cannot know now. If you want to know more, you can only have a chance to be an inner disciple."

"That place has been much more stable in recent years, but there is news that there are not many swords left. Perhaps in the near future, the Sword Sect will send a large number of weapons."

"Hey! I've talked a little too much today, and it's useless to talk to you. Work hard to become a disciple of the house, and I can also go back to the doorman to live a relaxed and comfortable life."

Xing Zhen has taken out the monkey-headed gold from the sword well, adjusted the direction, fixed the iron pliers with one hand and the forging hammer with the other hand.

When a crisp sound came, sparks flew everywhere, and the boy with swordsman entered the forging state. Liu Shun behind him naturally chose to shut up and carefully observe every move of the boy.

The jingling sound is sometimes dense and sometimes stops, and the monkey-headed gold is getting hammered and becomes more solid. People around you come, and the punishment is really as still as a mountain.

During the day, Mars splashed everywhere, like golden flowers blooming, and at night it was even more dazzling, and the shining night was no longer dark.

Xing Zhen himself could not believe that he could continue to beat for three days and three nights. He had not drunk the drip of water and had not yet entered the rice, but the arm of the hammer was always calm and powerful.

In fact, when Liu Shun said that the sword sect's weapons were sent elsewhere, Xing Zhen for some reason remembered Xi Ruobei, a young man in white who met in Qingyang Town.

After thinking about it, I guess it was because Xiruobei was short of weapons. I think it has been four years since he left Qingyang Town, even though his flying sword is a high-grade magic weapon, it is time to take a break now and a sword should be used in rotation.

Xing Zhen made up his mind and forge a satisfactory sword for his friend. If you have something to think about, you should move your hands.

The hammer that seems to be swung casually is actually carefully calculated. The direction and strength of the hammer are carefully considered.

The young man with swordsman made up his mind that since he embarked on the road of warriors, the road of divine cultivation would not be far. He would sooner or later, and he would have the chance to send it to the Dragon Cave that looked extremely distant at that time.

Xiruobei is a friend who wants to cherish it. I give you the sword I give you, and you should cherish it. This sword is called Ruoxi. If you think of it, it is cherishing.

Xing Zhen, who was immersed in the forging, had only one blow and one sword in his heart, and forgot every grass and one tree around him. So much so that the huge forging site was only the young man and Liu Shun, who were still ignorant.

The originally clear sky was crowded with black clouds at some point, like a quilt that was pressed down heavily, and this forging site was stuffed into it.

In the black quilt, silver light flashed instantly. Walking above the thick quilt, it was like thousands of troops scattering troops.

Liu Shun looked at the sky solemnly and sweared: "Damn it, this junior brother is worried."

As Xing Zhen's last hammer fell, the snow-white shiny sword body shone with dazzling silver light. It was even more dazzling than the thunder on the clouds, like a brand new star, blooming its charm of despising thunder.

There seemed to be something above, and it was provoked. After a series of thunder sounds, thunder as thick as fingers poured out.

Liu Shungang wanted to step forward, but heard Xing Zhenjian's words: "I'll do it!"

Without saying anything, the young man with sword pulled out the punishment, jumped high and broke the thunder. His arms were numb and his fists were vague, and his fists were bloody and fu, and the young man only advanced but did not retreat.

The provoked thunder became thicker and thicker, and the thunder that rumbled across the sky seemed to be telling: "Boy died."

The movements made by Xing Zhen alarmed the entire Sword Sect. Even the main peak in the middle, Qingtian Peak, also looked here.

It was a gray-haired old man who nodded with relief and said to himself: "The casting door is lucky this time. Yuan Chungang is an old ghost, and he has lost his luck."

Master Ruan, who had a private chat with Yuan Chungang in Wumen, also watched this place at this moment. He had no choice but to admit that the registered disciples of the Casting Sect this time were stronger than other mountain gates.

Xing Zhen could not feel these distance gazes. His fists were now covered in blood and deep bones were exposed.

Three talismans were thrown out, and the three bronze armored strong men were instantly shattered, without the slightest ability to fight against Thunder.

The young man with swordsman was unwilling to accept his will, and he drew out the heavy sword and punished him before killing Thunder. He shouted angrily: "I hurt my Xiruo, pass by me first."

In a hurry, he took a sip of the peach brew in the small gourd, and the boy stood up and slashed again, fighting the Thunder to the end.

The second level warrior is ultimately invincible. Seeing that the inner armor is shattered, Thunder is still constantly. Even if the whole body is red and black, the blood is covered with ripe skin. Thunder still does his own way and dares to provoke me, so you must be destined.

I don’t know how many swords I swung, Xing Zhen felt that his body was empty. He had no internal strength and no strength, and even his internal organs seemed to be broken.

The only thing that can be done is to lie on Xiruo, who has just been formed. He uses his body to block the bombardment of thunder to ensure that the sword's fetus is safe.

Liu Shun was so angry that he was itchy at all. He kicked Xing Zhen away like a dead dog. He cursed: "You idiot, if you don't eat some thunder in the sky, how can you withstand the irrigation of endless spiritual energy?"

After scolding, Liu Shun's body was wrinkled and his feet stepped on the void and walked towards the sky step by step. He used his fist to face the sky, and the real fist broke the thunder. Only a few thunder lightnings that were intentionally ignored landed down to bombard the quiet Xiruo.

The cast door inner door is the only place with green shade in the entire cast door. The heights of wooden houses of different sizes are uneven, and there is an inner disciple of the cast door living in each wooden house.

All wooden houses are all white and yellow, simple and old. Next to each wooden house, there is a big tree like a giant umbrella to shelter the wooden house from wind and rain.

There is a special existence in the center, with a 20% green bamboo building standing in the middle. This is the forbidden area for the forging doors, and no one is allowed to enter without authorization.

On the second floor, a farmer sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, looking towards the forging site, murmured to himself: "I'm determined, it's time to send a sword. Since you want to send a sword to your friend, it's time to help you. It's just a matter of experience and experience walking the so-called world."

A man suddenly appeared next to the farmer's man. He was the leader of the Wusect, Master Ruan. As soon as he arrived here, he couldn't wait to speak, "Old Yuan, let me discuss something with you?"

The farmer Yuan Chungang refused: "No."

Master Ruan was not willing to give up, and the thick-skinned continued: "It's a waste to put such good martial arts materials on your casting door. Why not let me take them away? Don't worry, give him the best martial arts skills."

Yuan Chungang rolled his eyes and attacked: "You are not my opponent, what good resources can you do in the Wumen?"

"Besides, does the martial arts path have anything to do with resources? It depends on yourself. The body I personally beat Ao can help him break through to the strongest three realms. Who can do your martial arts sect?"

Master Ruan suddenly realized: "It turns out that he is the disciple you mentioned, it's called Xing Zhen, right? You immortal, have such a thing to keep in private, and it's not a thing."

"Just be fine, how about giving me the stuff?"

"That won't work. The thing is already my martial disciple."

"That's all. Go back and see good things. I heard that the little girl beat the third elder's grandson very much. This lady is so cruel that she should not let her find an opportunity to attack the things."

"Yes, yes, you reminded me that I will go back immediately."

It's coming and going quickly, and no one else knows that Master Ruan has been here.

Not long after, another person came to the bamboo building. Liu Shun stood respectfully outside the door and said respectfully: "What are the instructions for the master?"

"Come in and talk."

Yuan Chungang's voice came from the door. When Liu Shun was waiting for him to enter, Yuan Chungang pointed to the bench next to him and said, "Just sit without being obsessed."

Although Liu Shun sat down, he sat on the bench and the master sat on the ground. He seemed to be taller than the master, and he always felt that he was not comfortable standing. He whispered: "Master, please give me instructions."

Yuan Chungang said seriously: "Time is tight, use the herbs prepared for Xing Zhen in advance. Be sure to let him recover within five days. If there is a lack, it will have a great impact."

Liu Shun pulled the corner of his mouth and asked, "The master is ready to attack Xing Zhen."

"Yes, kindness, perseverance, persistence, unity, and a qualified disciple."

"But, Xing really didn't agree to be the master's disciple, right?"

Upon hearing Liu Shun's question, the farmer Yuan Chungang said casually: "Just just beat him and agree."

Then he ordered: "Go and take out all the Xingzhen thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum and the peach brewer and prepare the medicine in advance. No one will do it when you are away. Do you still have to serve that brat yourself?"

Thinking of something missing, he continued to remind him: "Remember not to take down Xing Zhen's little gourd, that is his lifeblood. If he loses it, he will definitely not be able to do so."

Liu Shun heard some other meanings and asked in confusion: "Master, do you mean? I am not here? Where do you want me to go?"

Yuan Chungang asked a seemingly unrelated question: "How long has it been in your Nine to Tenth Realms?"

Liu Shun's face turned pale, and after all, he just pulled his fingers. Finally, he said, "It's been a long time, I don't remember how many years it has been."

Yuan Chungang nodded and agreed: "You have accumulated enough internal energy, and now you lack a preacher. After finishing the medicine, go to Nanbin City, the southernmost end of Longxingzhou. There may be your preacher there, which can help you break through the ten realms of retreat."

Liu Shun spoke out in great confusion: "Master, aren't you a disciple's preacher? Do you want a disciple?"

The more I said, I became more and more frightened. I knelt down on the ground and kowtowed and begged: "If I did something wrong, please give me some advice and I will correct it."

Yuan Chungang said calmly: "Get up and talk, there is no intention to expel you from the master. I can teach you martial arts and martial arts in one path, but some things cannot be taught to you."

"You have to experience it yourself to understand some of the truths. This preacher is not a master who teaches you martial arts, but just inspires you in some places."

"It's because he owes you what he wants to compensate you. Remember to stay in Nanbin City for a few more years. Don't be anxious and don't be discouraged. This preacher will definitely appear."

Liu Shun finally felt relieved and stood up obediently and said reluctantly: "Since the master has given me some instructions, I will do it. The disciple is not in the Sword Sect, and no one is waiting for the master. I hope you will take care of your health."
Chapter completed!