Urban Hidden Dragon

Qi body is like a tide!

The roar of the mountains is gathering here like a tsunami!

Xiang Feng's expression gradually became dull!

While being sluggish, his facial expression began to distort as the Qi Body Flower above Wang Han's head changed!

When I saw Wang Han in the five-petal realm!

Xiang Feng tilted his head as if the husky was frightened!

Staring with big eyes!

His eyes were filled with disbelief!

Man Wuxie, who was sitting on the ground and was about to burst into tears, turned his head and became happy when he saw the energy bodies all over the sky gathering towards him.

Unexpectedly, the mountains and rivers are full of doubts and no way out, and the willows are dark and the flowers are bright and there is another village.

It was a very smart idea to let Wang Han come to this place.

Fortunately, we made an agreement with Wang Han at that time.

otherwise.

Most of his life's work will be ruined today.

Man Wuxie looked at Wang Han blankly.

He had also heard some things about Wang Handeng.

Everyone thought that when Wang Han died, Wang Han's external strength was still there. When everyone thought that Wang Han only had external strength, they didn't expect that Wang Han also had internal strength. Not only did he have internal strength, he was even stronger than before.

His mood was pleasant and complicated.

Because he is a master swordsmith.

So much so that many families and sects in the world regard him as a guest.

He has also seen many proud people.

Xiang Feng's rapid progress made him feel eye-opening.

Unexpectedly, this person was even more of a heavyweight.

Looking at the entire world, there is no one under the age of thirty who is so tyrannical.

The energy of heaven and earth is coming towards this side in a mighty manner.

Wang Han waved his hammer.

Xiang Feng slowly came back to his senses.

Before Xiang Feng spoke, Wang Han immediately said.

"You are the first to know about this! Don't tell anyone!"

"really?"

"Really! I didn't even tell my wife!"

Xiang Feng's mood calmed down a lot.

But looking at the flower of Qi Ti above Wang Han's head.

A face scrunched up.

Sure enough, those who could be the God of War were indeed a little stronger than him, the God of Strength.

Xiang Feng asked the old man wearing a black robe embroidered with dragons before that he was the ninth god of power.

Isn’t Wang Han even more awesome?

The old man just smiled meaningfully.

No unnecessary words were said.

At that time, the old man said that one more life is equivalent to one more life's skill.

Xiang Feng felt that Wang Han was at least a ninth-generation Martial God.

Otherwise, this would be too strong.

After his inner strength reaches half a step towards the Yuan Dynasty, he goes to Zhenlong Hall to ask questions.

Man Wuxie regained the strength and stood up, and began to guide Wang Han and Xiang Feng to exercise again.

When tempering.

Wang Han couldn't help but glance in one direction.

It can be clearly felt that the dragon energy in the distance was deflecting at a constant speed before, but at this moment it has calmed down.

This situation is weird.

Under normal circumstances, this thing will indeed shift, but not so fast at all, and it won't shift too much in a month.

But in just one day, the offset distance is equivalent to one year's offset under normal circumstances.

Otherwise, there would be no problem with the Qi gathering method arranged by Man Wuxie.

But after Wang Han took action, the dragon's energy did not drift away again.

The two men tinkled all night, and then all day long the next day.

The dragon's energy did not shift in any way throughout the whole day.

During this period, Man Wuxie also made corrections several times.

The sword has gradually taken shape.

Looking from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

Under the constant nourishment of dragon air, there seems to be a giant dragon dormant on the sword that can soar into the sky at any time.

Long Yuan, one of the ten famous swords, flashed in Wang Han's mind.

"Master Man, is this sword of yours modeled after the Seven Stars Long Yuan?"

Man Wuxie nodded heavily, "Yes! Before forging the sword, I consulted the handwriting left by countless craftsmen and various ancient books, and finally made up my mind to reproduce the original Seven Star Longyuan. This After I complete the sword, I will definitely be remembered in history! I will die without regrets!"

Needless to say, Wang Han could also feel that once this sword went through all the processes, it would definitely have a place among all cold weapons.

It's not an exaggeration to call it a divine product.

"Master Man, after you make this sword, can you lend it to me for a few days?"

Man Wuxie paused and glanced sideways at Wang Han.

"Long Yuan Sword is also called the Sword of Integrity and Nobility. It is a divine sword specially forged for people of noble character. Only people of noble character can activate its maximum effect."

Wang Han glanced at Man Wuxie and said, "Master Man, is there something in your words?"

Man Wuxie replied with a dry smile, "No! How could it be!"

"I quit!"

Man Wuxie immediately said, "No, no, no, Wang Han, you can't do this, it's just a last resort. In this way, after the sword is completed, I will let you play for a few days!"

Wang Han then forged his sword jinglingly.

Man Wuxie breathed out.

Just now I was distracted and I spoke out everything that was on my mind.

This guy almost went on strike.

The iron-eating beast walked in from the outside with his head shaking.

He rubbed Wang Han's trouser legs, stood up along Wang Han's legs, and rubbed his big head against Wang Han's pocket.

Wang Han took out a few cigarettes from his pocket.

Yixiong cleared the cigarettes for the two people present.

The iron-eating beast lay on the ground with his legs crossed. After taking one happily, he sat next to him and watched Wang Han forge his sword.

Within three minutes, he was lying on the ground and fast asleep.

The clanging sound struck noon the next day.

Man Wuxie nervously held the formed sword between his arms while quenching it.

A layer of black impurities appeared on the sword body.

Man Wuxie clasped his hands together and muttered something in his mouth.

Then he raised the hammer and smashed it against the sword.

Ding!

The impurity shell fades away.

Revealing the sword body with countless cold lights inside!

Although it has not yet entered the final polishing and sharpening.

The sword energy has already grown.

The dragon spirit is lingering!

Wang Han looked at it for a moment. This sword had an aura of awe, and it was a powerful weapon against demons.

"Good sword!"

Although some things are not as smart as living things, they will resonate after being carefully polished and cultivated over time.

To put it in the most common way, it's like everyone's favorite mobile phone. It feels comfortable after using it for a long time, but suddenly it feels uncomfortable to use someone else's mobile phone. Even if the two mobile phones are exactly the same, the one you are used to using is comfortable.

A sword like this is nourished by dragon energy.

Although it can't be like the kind in the TV series where you shed blood to identify the master, as long as it can resonate, it will be easy to use and the power will be doubled.

Man Wuxie grabbed the sword and burst into tears of excitement.

"It's done! Decades of hard work! It's finally done!"

Now all that remains is to polish the details of the sword.

Wang Han shook his arms.

After working day and night for several days, I finally got this thing done.

Xiang Feng looked at it carefully, "Master Man, why is it different from what you imagined? There is no big movement!"

Man Wuxie smiled and said, "It still needs to be polished and put into the dragon's eye, and then it can be cultivated with dragon energy for forty-nine days before it can be completed. Then you will have the movement you want."

Wang Han looked at the Seven-Star Longyuan Sword. Once this sword was actually released, its effectiveness would be comparable to that of the Western Holy Light Sect's sect-suppressing treasure on Wang Han's wrist.

Lighted a cigarette.

He rubbed the belly of the iron-eating beast that was still sleeping soundly on the ground with his hands.

"Master Man, have you given this guy a name?"

"No."

Xiang Feng also lit up a cigarette, "I see that the names given to this kind by the zoo are like Tuanyuanyuanpingpinganan. This guy is so good at eating and likes to smoke. How about he be called... Furong King?" "

"How could you choose a name like this? It's too casual. Names are like this. Whatever is missing in your life, you have to add something to your name."

"It lacks nothing. The main thing is, what can it be called?"

"rainbow!"

"6."

Fat Yi jumped in from outside.

The iron-eating beast suddenly sat up.

He glanced in one direction.

He ran towards the outside. After a few steps, he turned around and came back. While squeaking, he bit Wang Han's trouser leg and pulled it out.