"Clang!Clang!Clang!"

The sharp and sharp thrust sound had a shocking sense of rhythm. Chu Ci held a heavy hammer in his right hand, and he pushed the heavy hammer again and again, and the crisp and pleasant sound had a very smooth rhythm. The hammer shadows in the air almost overlapped with each movement. The amplitude of each time was exactly the same, but it seemed to be a little different.

Holding the embryo with your left hand, after more than a year of hard work, the fingers and palms were covered with fine calluses, the five fingers were empty to pinch the embryo's heart, and the palms were floating in the air, and the hammer was forged and contracted, and the angle was slightly adjusted.

Zong Lian approached the sword pool, and the heat wave that rushed towards him made Zong Lian, who was becoming weaker, suffocate and discomfort.

After staying in the sword-making platform for decades, he still felt uncomfortable? Zong Lian laughed at himself and looked at Chu Ci's back to comfort his beard. Zong Lian knew that his destiny was not long and he was extremely harsh in his attitude towards him. He hoped that he could learn his sword-making skills in the shortest time so that he could pass on all these things in the future. Chu Ci's qualifications were excellent and lived up to his expectations. In less than a year, he had already mastered Zong Lian's 70% of the weapon-making skills. Now he was officially involved in the category of the king of weapons and the sword-making skills.

"Clang! Clang! Bang! Hiss~" After the last two hammers, Chu Ci put down the black iron heavy hammer and placed the red-hot sword embryo into the sword pool. A rich high-temperature water vapor suddenly emerged. If it weren't for spiritual power to protect the body, the eggs would be cooked in one second and the human flesh would be fifteen seconds.

The sword body taken out was covered with black green ripples, as if painted with a vast sea of ​​waves. The sword edge was not a conventional straight line, but also corrugated, with shiny blade slits.

Chu Ci took a piece of mortal iron, pinched it with his bare hands, pressed it on the sword branch as a temporary hilt, and closed his eyes to explore the characteristics of the sword.

"Shui Rong, moisten the heart." Zong Lian waited until Chu Ci finished casting before speaking, and based on his own experience, he speculated.

When Chu Ci opened his eyes, his face was full of surprise and admiration. The characteristics of this sword were indeed exactly the same as what Zong Lian said. The water-based spell weakened 10% of the attack and could slowly recover his physical strength.

"Master. You are still great."

Zong Lian nodded slightly without being humble and said, "This is not a boast of one's own master! He has made swords for decades. He has created more than a thousand magic weapons. Since he created two peerless divine weapons ten years ago, he has made great progress in his skills and has made some realizations. Not to mention the Qionghua School, even those who are in poverty and blue sky to the nine netherworlds and darkness, and those who are confident that they can compete with their masters in the six realms are at most!"

After bragging, Zong Liancai talked about the serious matter: "Yuanying, I'm here this time, there is something you want to do."

"Please give me instructions." Chu Ci put the sword aside and roughly cleaned up the countertop.

"You have been to Qionghua Sect for a year. You have studied the art of refining weapons almost the same. I haven't let go of my mind. The sword technique and spell technique are even more advanced than the disciples of my generation, which has made me more proud."

"It's all the master who teaches well." The man in the flower sedan chair lifted people, and Chu Ci hurriedly thanked the master for his kindness.

"Now you have reached the realm of the Qi-Changing Sword. Your skill has reached the Golden Pill Stage. It is time to go to Tianyong City to ask for a sword with spirits. Here is a letter for your teacher. When you arrive in Tianyong City, you will give it to your teacher's friend Qinghe Zhenren, and you will ask you to go to the sword tomb to find your relationship." Zong Lian took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Chu Ci.

"Disciple understand." Chu Ci nodded and put away the letter.

"Master, please take care of me, I'll leave." Chu Ci looked at the wrinkles that became clearer in the corner of Zong Lian's eyes, and felt sour. He rubbed his eyes with the action of wiping sweat, and said goodbye stiffly. He lifted the outer skirt placed on one side and left the Chengtian Sword Platform.

"This child" Zong Lian's eyes were full of reluctance. He was reluctant to leave this child who was not good at expressing emotions, and he was reluctant to leave Qionghua who had been with him for decades.

"The destiny of heaven is determined, and it goes well and goes against it."

...

Chu Ci greeted the familiar Qionghua disciples, returned to Jianwuping's own room, attracted a few balls of clear water to take a shower, and washed away the smell of fireworks and sweat.

The body, which is almost eleven years old, is comparable to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy. His face is as bright as a jade, his eyes are bright, handsome and handsome. His slender but strong body is filled with tight and powerful muscles like an assembly line due to the year of hammering, and is filled with amazing pressure like a leopard.

When Qionghua wrapped her blue and white uniform, the feeling of oppression disappeared suddenly. She was wearing a bunch of Luneng scarves and was a gentle and elegant young man with red lips and white teeth. She was carrying a brand new sword box made by Yantie Dipo on her back, and she looked like a young and promising young sword immortal.

As soon as he left the door, he attracted the attention of many Qionghua disciples.

Having said that, the quality of the female disciples of the Qionghua School is really good. Perhaps practicing can really help with beauty. None of them looks below 90 points, are cold and refined, pretty, lively, gentle and virtuous, and pure. Even the head of Su Yao wipes away the cold evil between his eyebrows, and is also a beautiful woman in his ten years of beauty.

Surrounded by many beautiful Qionghua girls, the morale of the male disciples is undoubtedly very high. In addition, Qionghua can't help but get married, and there are people everywhere in love, which makes singles envious.

Chu Ci's image is undoubtedly the pinnacle of the pyramid among many male disciples. In addition, he is young, so he naturally attracts the care of many caring sisters.

"Yuanying, are you going out?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Xuwei, go down the mountain by the order of the master." Chu Ci smiled gently, which caused many beautiful girls from Qionghua to scream again.

"Where are you going? Is there any danger? Do I need to accompany you?" Senior Sister Xu Wei is the third senior sister of the Xu generation. Her eyebrows are gentle and charming, gentle and kind-hearted, and she likes to take care of her younger generations the most. Compared with the eldest and second senior sisters, she has a higher prestige among the disciples behind her back and is favored by many elders. Many elders say that she is very similar to Su Yao when she was a girl.

Chu Ci smiled and declined: "Sister Xu Wei is polite. I just went to Tianyong City to seek sword fate, and there is no danger."

Senior Sister Xuwei was a little disappointed and smiled and said, "Now Yuanying is careful all the way."

Chu Ci deliberately ignored the loneliness in Senior Sister Xu Wei's eyes, nodded and thanked her, turned around and left, making a joke about the century. He is here to cultivate immortals, not to fall in love. Senior Sister Xu Wei's intentions naturally understand that as a monk, it is not a problem that a Taoist couple can live for hundreds of years, and it is not a problem that a Taoist couple is a teenager, but Chu Ci does not intend to make a Taoist couple in the Qionghua Sect.

But when Chu Ci thought that nine years later, all the senior sisters who cared about him would be ruined by Qionghua Sect, he felt heartbroken. Those who died were all girls, and they were all pretty and charming girls. It would be great if the illiterate savages like Yun Tianhe died.

As soon as he left the mountain gate, Chu Ci stepped on the flying sword and purple smoke, turning into a stream of light, and headed towards Tianyong City.
Chapter completed!