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"The terrain here is very suitable for sword casting..." Mei Qixin stopped and looked at a canyon in front of him. "The deep pit in the valley should be impacted by a waterfall on the mountain, which is easy to wash sand and steel, and is also very convenient to quench... This place is very likely to be the sword casting valley of this sect."

"Dad, look!" Mei Aoxue pointed to a rock in front of him and shouted excitedly: "It seems that there is a house under the huge rock, but the house has not completely collapsed, so it must be extraordinary!"

"Well, let's go over and take a look." Mei Qixin held the sword in his hand and walked slowly forward.

When I got closer, I found that the pillars of the house were made of steel, so they were pressed by the falling boulders and were only bent and deformed and did not collapse.

Ou Chuyang stepped forward and kicked the ruins at the door completely, forming a passage for one person to enter and exit.

"You two are waiting outside, I'll go in and take a look first." Mei Qixin explained and got into the room.

Ou Chuyang and Mei Aoxue stared at the boulder on the roof, beware of collapse.

Not long after, Mei Qixin walked out and said, "This canyon is indeed the place where this sect is making swords. There are a lot of materials piled up in it, but the grade is not high. It should be distributed to the disciples for practicing swords."

"Then let's take them all away and practice sword making for your junior brother." Mei Aoxue said as she was about to go in.

"No," said Mei Qixin: "Most of the materials are completely eroded by sea water and cannot be used. I brought out all the useful ones."

Mei Qixin said with a finger of the sword and put out some materials, "This is cold iron. Cold iron is not a sword material that is naturally generated in the world, but is made by people burying high-quality cast iron underground and absorbing the cold air underground for years. These cold irons are invasive and are immersed in the sea water for thousands of years and have been sublimated into the essence of cold iron for ten thousand years. It is very rare. Chu Yang, please put it away."

"How did this make it?" Ou Chuyang waved his hands repeatedly and said, "This kind of precious material is naturally to keep a sword for the master."

"I can't use it even if I want to use it." Mei Qixin sighed: "The essence of cold iron for ten thousand years needs a master of smelting to be smelting into sword material, and must also reach a master of sword making to be smelting to be snatched into swords. Sword-making master, I'm afraid that I can only look up to you all my life. Let's leave it to you."

"This..." Ou Chuyang wanted to refuse, but Mei Aoxue touched him with her elbow, "My father said he left it to you, so I won't thank you yet!"

Mei Qixin shook his head slightly, then took out a few blue beads all over the body, "These beads may have been some ordinary sword-eyed gems, but they sink into the sea, absorbed the essence of water for tens of thousands of years, and transformed into water essence jade, and leave them for you."

Ou Chuyang saw records about water essence jade in "Mei Xintang Notes". This kind of bead is produced in the deep sea and contains extremely pure water essence. Only peerless masters at the level of heaven and above can play their roles. I am afraid no one in the entire Qianyuan Sect can use this treasure.

"This trip hasn't come in vain." Mei Aoxue happily urged Ou Chuyang to collect his treasures, then looked around, "This canyon is slippery and steep, and it's difficult to climb. Let's go back the same way."

As soon as Mei Aoxue finished speaking, a dazzling ball of light rose in the distance, hovering in the air. Ou Chuyang had seen it once, which was Mo Zhenghe's flying sword skill.

"The sect leader Fei Jian sent a message, let's go over and meet up quickly." Mei Qixin said and led the two of them away.

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The disciples of Qianyuan and Kunyu sects gathered from all directions to a flat-top hill. On the way, they heard a disciple saying excitedly: "Uncle Zhou found a warehouse and brought out hundreds of swords from it, saying that they were handed over to the sect leader to allocate."

"Hundreds of swords? This is really amazing!"

"Yes, but Uncle Zhou said that the quality of these swords is not very good, at most it is equivalent to treasures and top-grade craftsmen. It is estimated that the swords above the level of treasures may have been transferred away by people from this sect."

"The best craftsmanship is not bad either. I have used this good craftsmanship for seven or eight years, and I have never had the money to replace it with a new one."

"Then you report to the sect leader later and apply to the sect to send you a gift."

"Okay! Then I have to run faster and be ahead."

"Run slowly, there are hundreds of swords, at least one person, why are you anxious?"

"For such a thing, it's early or late, I'll go first."

When I came up to the mountain, Ou Chuyang was immediately attracted by the wonders in front of me. The top of the mountain was flat and very wide, with at least ten miles in a circle. The middle circle was sunken downward, like a large funnel of several miles in a radius.

Ou Chuyang looked at the regular curved surface that seemed to be a huge lathe car and said with certainty: "This is definitely not formed naturally."

"Ou Chu... Uncle Ou, you are here too." A female disciple in white beside her greeted.

"Wanqing... junior nephew..." Ou Chuyang was stunned. It happened to be Mu Wanqing standing next to him.

"What a coincidence." Mei Aoxue looked at Mu Wanqing and smiled.

"I have seen Uncle Aoxue." Mu Wanqing bowed to Mei Aoxue with a normal expression, and then said, "Uncle Master, look at the pool in the middle."

Ou Chuyang looked closely and found that the bottom of the huge funnel was indeed a pool. The water of the pool was rotating and flowing rapidly, forming a large vortex with a diameter of dozens of feet.

"This place might have been a lake. After the island surfaced, the lake water flowed into the sea through the waterway at the bottom, forming such a strange landscape." Ou Chuyang speculated.

"I think this must be the case." Mu Wanqing said again: "But after I came up, the water in the pool was not missing at all. Look, the water surface of the pool is obviously much higher than the sea water outside, so why don't it flow downward?"

Ou Chuyang looked at the sea water outside the island, compared the water level of the pool, and it was really like this, and said in wonder: "This is really strange."

Mei Aoxue stretched out her hand and pointed to the center of the vortex and said, "Junior brother, look carefully at the vortex formed by the pool of water. Does it feel strange?"

"Is that true?" Ou Chuyang gathered his eyes and looked at the center of the vortex, and a mysterious feeling really surged in his heart.

Gradually, the vortex seemed to be turning faster and bigger, and everything around was gone, as if it was about to swallow Ou Chuyang in.

"Ah!" Ou Chuyang suddenly shouted and fell forward.

"Junior brother!"

"Chu Yang!"

Mei Aoxue and Mu Wanqing reached out to pull at the same time, but they were one step slower.

Ou Chuyang fell into the air, and was about to fall on the oblique wall of the huge funnel, and a golden light suddenly shot out from the center of the whirlpool.

The golden light flashed and Ou Chuyang disappeared in an instant.

"Junior brother!" Mei Aoxue was anxious and jumped to the pool.

Mu Wanqing hugged her tightly and repeatedly advised: "Uncle Aoxue, calm down, Uncle Ou will be fine."

"He...he was sucked in by the vortex, why wouldn't there be any trouble!" Mei Aoxue struggled violently, "Let me go! I'm going to find him!"

Mei Qixin pointed at Mei Aoxue's neck, making her faint.

Such a thrilling and strange scene happened, and the disciples of the two sects were immediately in an uproar, and they took a few steps away from the edge of the funnel. Mo Zhenghe and the leader of the Kunyu Sect came quickly with several elders to discuss countermeasures.
Chapter completed!