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"Look at the sword!" Wen Jialiang shouted loudly, waved his sword, and a sharp sword came through the air.

Before Ou Chuyang could raise his sword to block it, the sword flower had already been cut.

"Tick! Tick!" Blood dripped and Ou Chuyang's mind was red.

Too fast! There was no chance to resist. Ou Chuyang realized that at that time, the masked man in black in Qianyuan Sect did not kill him. The sword master could never stop the sword art that was emitted by a sword master with all his strength, even if it was a powerful sword master like him. The gap between the two major realms was definitely a world of difference and could not be resisted by human power.

"Thank you, the master of the young castle, for showing mercy." Ou Chuyang said with his fists.

Although Wen Jialiang's sword was as fast as lightning, it only cut a hole in his face. The speed of Ou Chuyang's sword blocking and the angle of tilting his head to avoid were calculated by Wen Jialiang. A sword shot, and it just scratched his cheek. Wen Jialiang told him through this sword: The young master of the Wen family is not a mediocre person. If he wants to kill him, he cannot stop or avoid this sword.

"You gave me a sword first." Wen Jialiang said frankly. Ou Chuyang could have penetrated his heart with one sword.

"Okay! OK! OK!" Di Zhenjie smiled and said, "Heroes are in harmony, and they are clear in grudges. They do what the heroes do. We can't be together today. Let's drink a few drinks and stop drunk!"

It is easy to do business at the wine table. After a few glasses of wine, the three of them said they were brothers and brothers and sisters happy. Di Zhenjie expressed his interest and said that the repair of the famous sword "Luoyan" was included in him. Wen Jialiang said proudly that this matter has passed, so don't mention it again. Ou Chuyang said... This wine is really good, brothers and I will go there...

"Brother Wen is famous in Yanzhou, but he rarely comes out to walk around. What's the point of this time?" Di Zhenjie asked.

Wen Jialiang replied: "It's not important, but he is just about to rely on Brother Di's power."

"No problem, as long as I can help, I will never say anything." Di Zhenjie patted his chest and agreed.

"Then I thank Brother Di first." Wen Jialiang continued: "I plan to go to Zhongzhou to see the world, but the journey is too far, so I want to take the shortcuts with the Di family's teleportation sword formation."

"A small matter is all over me." Di Zhenjie raised his cup and collided with Wen Jialiang. "When will Brother Wen leave? Then I will send you to Jinghai City to open the teleportation sword formation."

"Then there will be Brother Laudi." Wen Jialiang said again, "As far as I know, it is difficult to open the teleportation sword array, and it consumes a lot of crystals..."

"What a trivial matter, why bother? Brother Wen looks down on me?" Di Zhenjie said angrily.

Wen Jialiang quickly toasted and apologized, "How dare you, how dare you? Then please Brother Di."

"It's easy to say," Di Zhenjie asked again: "Zhongzhou is thousands of miles away, with outstanding people and talented people. What are Brother Wen's plans to go here?"

Wen Jialiang replied: "It's true that I heard that all the young heroes in the world came from Zhongzhou Sword God Academy, so I couldn't help but want to see it. Otherwise, if you were to stay in a corner of Yanzhou all year round, it would be like watching the sky in a well."

The Sword God Academy...it must be extraordinary in the name of the Sword God... Ou Chuyang's heart moved and did not interrupt.

"Brother Wen said very well." Di Zhenjie's face showed a look of yearning, "As the saying goes, it is a dragon or a snake, and the Sword God Academy knows what it means. All talents in the world are proud to pass the academy assessment. Anyone who passes the final academy assessment will become a hero. Unfortunately, I only have the triple sword gate and don't even have the qualifications to get started."

"Brother Di doesn't have to belittle himself. In the future, he will naturally achieve great things." Wen Jialiang comforted: "The fifth-level sword sect has just met the requirements for the introductory academy. After I went to the six-level sword sect, I just went to study with the prince. I just went to open my eyes and see how strong the heroes in the world were."

Teleportation Sword Formation? Sword God Academy? Ou Chuyang silently remembers it in his heart. This world is wonderful, so why don’t he want to see it?

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Just one day after opening, Mei Xintang's inventory was empty, and Li Fuquan also received several orders. Ou Chuyang explained in advance: He only casts the best craftsmanship, because he cannot cast the treasure level, and under the best craftsmanship, his casting skills cannot be improved.

Li Fuquan received two orders: one is that the customer does not provide sword materials, and this order is charged according to the market price; the other is that the customer uses his own sword materials to charge a casting processing fee of 1,000 yuan.

"Ding Ding Dang Dang!" The sound of gold and iron fighting in Mei Xintang's sword-casting room continued. Ou Chuyang kept waving the blacksmith's hammer, using the forging technique taught by Mei Qixin to temper the sword blank day and night.

The first level of the forging technique of "Steping on the Snow and Finding Plums" is "five shallows and one deep, five lights and one heavy". Each round of forging is composed of these six hammers, and the landing points of each six hammers form a pattern like a plum blossom.

"Ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding

Without Mei Qixin's teachings, Ou Chuyang did not know how to improve the second level and future techniques, so he could only explore it himself. According to Ou Chuyang's estimate, the second level is likely to be based on the number of six and six, and a round of forging is formed with six plum blossoms.

After more than half a month of attempts, Ou Chuyang's forging rhythm became smoother and smoother, and the texture of the forged sword blank became more and more uniform and finer. He felt that his guess should be correct.

The burning fire reflected Ou Chuyang who was beating endlessly. He sweated barefootly, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of golden red light, full of the beauty of power.

Mu Wanqing looked at the food plate for a while, feeling that the temperature in the sword-casting room seemed a little high, which made her face slightly hot. So she put the food plate on the table and said, "Eat something and rest for a while."

"Okay." Ou Chuyang put down his tools and walked over and said with a smile: "When did Fairy Wanqing learn how to cook?"

"There's no way. I don't learn to do something, I'm afraid you won't have a full meal a month." Mu Wanqing said with a slight angrily: "You don't know how to take care of yourself at all. You'll get into the sword-casting room like a possessed person and won't come out."

"I was forced too..." Ou Chuyang smiled bitterly, "It only takes a hundred and eighty amethyst to cast a sword, and it is not enough for me to practice alone."

Mu Wanqing said, "One hundred amethyst crystals is equal to one thousand blue crystals. In the past, my father and Chenyu, three of me, only a thousand days of cultivation can be consumed. And you can only practice for ten days by yourself. How many people in the world can afford to practice like you?"

"Oh! I'm still practicing while forging a sword... I really want to continue practicing with all my heart..." Ou Chuyang said yearningly: "If you successfully advance to the sword-casting master and can cast a superb treasure, then you don't have to worry about not enough amethyst."

Mei Qixin cast a superb treasure maker and sold it for 250,000 yuan. It would be 25,000 yuan to replace it with amethyst. How pleasant it would be to practice in one breath...

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