Starting from Xiaoao Jianghu to push martial arts horizontally

Starting from the swordsman and the martial arts

My name is Tian Hao, and my name is Mangfu. Tian belongs to the two old kings next door.

Hao is a disrespectful Hao.

Has now joined the Huashan School,

However, since master Yue Buqun practiced the evil sword manual,

The eyes I look at every day always feel weird,

It makes people feel a little flustered.

Divine Art Beiming, Dao Heart Planting Demons, Flying Immortals Outside the Sky, Demon Sword Full Moon, Longquan Seven Stars, Heaven Sword Bright Moon, Against the Water Chilling Heart, Swordsman Love, Youth Song Xing, Tomb King Qilin...

In this complicated martial arts world, Tian Hao wants to create a template for a big boss,

train the strongest muscles,

Cultivate the strongest martial arts,

Fold the thickest armor,

with the greatest sword,

chop everything up,

Open up a new world!

Chapter 1 Huashan Blacksmith

"eighty!"

"when!"

"eighty!"

"when!"

……

In the wide stone room, a burly young man kept swinging a big hammer, pounding heavily on the red-hot iron block.

Every time there will be a burst of strength, let out a breath, shout eighty, and then slowly condense the strength to prepare for the next burst.

And the iron hammer he swung was quite scary, although it didn't have the eighty weight he said, but it definitely weighed thirty or forty catties.

Swinging such a heavy hammer shows how strong the young man is.

The most important thing is that the young man's stamina is astonishing. He swung continuously for a full 36 times before stopping with the help of explosive power every time, and he was only a little short of breath.

"Master! Mistress!"

Putting down the sledgehammer in his hand, Tian Hao picked up the towel beside him and wiped his sweat while saying hello to the middle-aged couple who came in for a while.

Those two were his master and wife, Huashan Gentleman Jian Yue Buqun and Huashan Jade Maiden Ning Zhongze.

"Drink this pot of chicken soup first, it's specially made for you!"

Smiling, Ning Zhong opened the wooden box on the stone table, revealing the chicken soup inside, which contained a lot of medicinal materials, which was obviously a kind of nourishing medicinal food.

"Mother, you are biased. Why are you so kind to the little mouse? I didn't see you making Babaozhen soup for me a few days ago on my birthday!"

Yue Lingshan, who was following her mother, immediately refused to follow the pot of chicken soup.

Babaozhen soup is not simple. It needs to be boiled with eight kinds of precious medicinal materials. The chickens used are also medicinal chickens raised from childhood herbs. After being successfully boiled, it can greatly nourish the muscles and bones and repair dark wounds.

Even their Huashan faction only raised a dozen of them, usually their parents were reluctant to eat one, but now they stewed one for that guy.

She felt as if that guy was born to her parents, and she was adopted.

"If you can swing this hammer a thousand times a day like your junior brother Hao, I will ask your mother to stew eight treasures soup for you tonight as a father."

Yue Buqun stared at him angrily, and immediately picked up the piece of iron that was still emitting high temperature with iron clips and observed it carefully.

"I'm not swinging a sledgehammer!"

Hiding behind her mother, the girl was attracted by the alluring fragrance and licked her pink lips, her bright eyes stared at the pot of eight treasure soup.

"Junior Brother Hao, share some with me!"

Babaozhen Soup is a good thing. It is not only delicious, but also good for health, and it is also helpful for internal and external exercises.

Drinking a bowl is equivalent to a month of self-cultivation.

"Give!"

Tian Hao generously pulled off a chicken paw and handed it over, it was a good thing.

"Little rat!"

Looking at the chicken feet handed to her eyes, Yue Lingshan was so angry that her bright eyes widened.

Are you still a man?

"Forget it if you don't eat!"

Too lazy to learn about the beauty of chicken feet, Tian Hao stuffed the chicken feet into his mouth, chewed them up and swallowed them.

Then, under the angry gaze of the young girl, he picked up the one-foot-sized porcelain basin and gulped down the chicken soup in it.

This is not over yet, he ate all the chicken in it, even the medicine dregs and chicken bones, chewed and swallowed.

"Stingy!"

Stamping her feet angrily, the girl was very angry.

In the Huashan School, she was favored by everyone, but she was beaten many times in front of this junior.

Neither his identity nor his appearance was taken seriously by the other party.

Even the parents turned to that guy, so mad!

"The color is darker than last time!"

Yue Buqun opened his mouth suddenly with joy on his face, while Ning Zhong also looked at the gray-black iron with joy on his face.

"It's still a lot worse. According to the records in the ancient books, black iron has a faint red light, and its density is extremely high, heavier than gold. If I want to hammer meteorite into black iron, I guess I must at least use Baoyuan Jin You have to cultivate to the level of Dacheng."

After rinsing his mouth with water, Tian Hao said depressedly.

The reason why master and wife are so kind to him is that his blacksmithing skill is the key, and he even joined the Huashan School three years ago with this skill.

After all, Huashan faction's long swords also cost money to buy, and the wear and tear of the usual martial arts competitions, and the wear and tear of going out to fight against the enemy add up to a lot of expenses.

It doesn't matter if it was the Huashan School in its heyday, but now there are three or two big cats and two kittens in the Huashan School, all supported by Yue Buqun and his wife.

An outstanding talent like Tian Hao, who can make weapons, naturally needs to be taken care of.

This shows that it is very important to learn a craft well!

It's just that although he successfully joined Lao Yue's family, his own qualifications are too poor to practice inner skills and mental methods, and even practicing outer skills is very difficult.

There is no way, the most important qualifications in martial arts training, good qualifications, get twice the result with half the effort, poor qualifications, get twice the result with half the effort.

"Take your time, don't worry, you are still young!"

Gently stroking his long beard, Yue Buqun was already very satisfied.

Xuantie is refined from meteorites, and meteorites are not difficult to find, not to mention that their Huashan sect has a long tradition and has collected a lot of meteorites.

However, although meteorite iron is considered a good material, it can only be regarded as good. The meteorite iron long sword is of limited help to a master of the acquired state like him.

If it is a black iron long sword, holding it can at least double the combat power.

It's a pity that black iron is too difficult to refine, which not only requires high strength and craftsmanship of the blacksmith, but more importantly requires extremely high flame temperature.

This is also the reason why black iron is extremely rare even though there are many meteorites in Jianghu.

Fortunately, this cheap disciple solved the most difficult problem of flame temperature, and now only his own strength and skill are left.

The future is expected!

"Don't force yourself, you have only cultivated Baoyuan Inner Strength for less than half a year, and long-term application will put a lot of pressure on your body."

With concern on his face, and even some distress, Ning Zhong felt very sorry.

This disciple's life is very hard, and his qualifications are average, so he is really not suitable for martial arts.

But he is very diligent, more diligent than all the disciples in the sect combined.

It's a pity that the most important thing in martial arts is talent and understanding. Both internal and external skills have extremely high requirements for talent, and it can't be achieved by hard work alone.

Pity!

"Thank you, Mistress, for your concern!"

With a smile, Tian Hao sincerely recognized the master and wife in front of him.

Regardless of Lao Yue's performance in the original book, at least at this stage, he is worthy of the title of gentleman's sword, and he is also very good to himself.

"go to bed early!"

Glancing at the sky outside, Yue Buqun put down the meteorite in his hand, signaled Tian Hao to rest early, and then left with his wife.

He came here today mainly to see the progress of the tempering of the Meteorite. Although it is still far from being tempered into black iron, it has made great progress.

The future is expected!

Just imagine, in the future, all members of the Huashan sect will fight with unparalleled black iron long swords, and it will not be a problem to step up to fight.

"Why do you still keep it?"

After sending Lao Yue and his wife out of the cave, Tian Hao looked at Yue Lingshan who did not follow him.

"Junior Brother Hao, help me modify this sword!"

He stepped forward with a grin, and handed over the long sword in his hand.

"When it's okay, it's a little mouse, but when it's okay, it's Junior Brother Hao?"

Tian Hao expressed contempt for the girl's face-changing behavior, and didn't care about the other party's identity as a girl.

As a newcomer in the new era, he firmly believes in the equality of men and women!

"I will endure!"

That contemptuous look made Yue Lingshan's teeth itch, but in order to modify the sword, she endured it.

"Chong!"

"Good sword!"

With the sword out of its sheath, a pale green light reflected on his face, Tian Hao's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed.

As a blacksmith with a heritage, his vision is naturally not bad. The green blade of the sword in front of him is like a pool of spring water. It must be mixed with some kind of precious metal, and the strength of the blade will far exceed that of ordinary steel.

It is a rare sword!

"How do you want to change it?"

Taking a closer look, Tian Hao looked at the girl beside him.

"This clear water sword is a gift from my father on my birthday, but the hilt is not easy to use, please help me change it."

Quickly expressing her request, Yue Lingshan valued it very much.

A weapon at hand can better display the power of swordsmanship. If Tian Hao is not there, he can only endure it, but since he has this resource, he must make good use of it.

"Stretch out your hand and let me see!"

Raising his palm, Tian Hao signaled the girl to extend her hand.

The hilt is a part for people to grasp. Compared with Yue Lingshan's slender palm, the hilt of the Bishui Sword is indeed thicker and longer, so it needs to be modified according to the shape of the hand.

As a son and daughter of the Jiang Hu, Yue Lingshan had nothing to hold back, she stretched out her plain white hand gracefully.

It's just that when the skin on the back of the girl's hand touched Tian Hao's calloused palm, an ancient mirror suddenly appeared.