[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

"What!!!!!!!" Of course you didn't say that!The silver-haired young man sitting in the first row of the Tianqi Gate on the North Peak exclaimed, looking angrily at his little apprentice.Fortunately, he has been helping his apprentice to be Xiaobai's bodyguard. It must be on purpose, he must have done it on purpose.If I knew it earlier, I could take advantage of the three years of my apprentice's retreat and pick any time to ask Xiaobai to help me refine a high-quality sword of life.It was only a little short, if Xiaobai hadn't proposed it on his own initiative, he would have missed the Lingjian, entered Baoshan and returned empty-handed.

Nangong Hao had to stretch out his index finger to block his right ear, in order to reduce the damage level of the magic sound piercing his ear.Master's voice was so loud that he suspected that even the elders of the Jingluan sect at the peak next to him could hear him.

Realizing that he had lost his composure, the silver-haired elder suddenly put on a straight face and showed the majesty of the elder Yuanying, and turned coldly to the curious eyes cast by all the sword cultivators around, what to look at!The number of sword moves practiced every morning is limited, isn't it?

Everyone turned around quickly, sat upright, pretending that nothing happened just now.

Lian Weishan nodded in satisfaction, gave them an approving look, then turned around and said in a low voice, "Hao'er, what you just said is true? Didn't you get this purple electric blue frost in the whirling mirror sky?" It was made by Xiaobai for you?"

Nangong Hao was silent for a while, and finally narrated it completely, "Xiaobai refined it for me in the Whirling Mirror Sky."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this sentence, Lian Weishan became even more excited, and grabbed his little apprentice's wrist, "Three years ago, he was able to use the yellow-grade weapon to refine the orange-grade spiritual weapon?"

"To be precise, the orange spirit weapon was refined with fire." Nangong Hao recalled it carefully, and replied with raised eyebrows.Huang Pin was tossed about in the evaluation room of Lingyun Pavilion.

Lian Weishan took a deep breath, let go of his apprentice's hand, and the cold air of the deep winter rushed into his throat, with a bit of acrid feeling, "... orange fire? You mean, he can forge A sword of the same grade?"

Undoubtedly, Nangong Hao nodded silently, and glanced at the wrist where Master had pinched five fingerprints just now, "If Master is lucky enough, maybe he will get a Huang Pin Mingjian."

"...Huang Pin?" The silver-haired young man looked at the side face of the little apprentice in disbelief, and repeated these two words with difficulty.There was no further response.Nangong Hao's amber eyes turned to the yellow stone platform at the bottom of the Lotus Valley with great interest. Speaking of which, this was also the first time he watched the Hundred Artifacts Conference. That time five years ago, he seemed to be running around for the mission of the sect.

The huge stone platform standing at the bottom of the valley is like a lotus stamen, with a faint yellow halo emitting from the edge.There are countless pieces of white jade plaques the size of millstones floating above it, dotted all over the place, with words like Group A No. [-] and Group D No. [-] written on them.The Huangpin swordsmiths who set foot on the Baiqitai stood under the jade plaques with the corresponding numbers according to their own cards, and each time they set a position, the white jade plaque the size of a millstone would turn from dark to bright, and send out Fluorite-like light.

Since the numbers on the jade plaques were arranged randomly, there were also many people who were unlucky and ran around on the stone platform, but couldn't find their place.Well, so-and-so was one of them, like a little lost animal, with its head raised and anxiously wandering around on the stone platform.

Nangong Hao raised his eyebrows, and when he was thinking about whether to help him, Su Shaobai finally found the No. [-] area of ​​Group A and stepped in. A certain jade plaque hanging in the middle left of the Baiqitai finally lit up .

After about half a cup of tea, the 150 Huang Pin swordsmiths finally took their positions and stood on the stone platform in an orderly manner.Those fluorite-like jade plaques quietly disappeared.

"Dang...dang...dang..." Three bells and chimes with a long aftertaste resounded throughout the Lotus Valley.The halo on the edge of Baiqitai suddenly deepened, the magic circle was activated, and it slowly flew into the air.At the same time, dozens of light walls more than ten feet high shot out from the smooth ground. The silver-white light walls interweave horizontally and vertically, evenly dividing the Baiqitai chessboard into more than 100 spaces, forming a temporary refining room.

The swordsmiths standing inside the light wall were immediately isolated in their respective spaces. Except for the sky above their heads, they could no longer see anyone nearby. In fact, they couldn't even hear the voices outside. .And the monks who sat on the top of the five peaks to watch the Hundred Weapons Conference could clearly see the movements of each swordsmith by taking advantage of their commanding position.The hundred tools stone flew to a height of more than a hundred feet, hovered there, and then began to rotate extremely slowly, so that the monks on Wufeng could watch the battle at the most suitable distance.

"Xiaobai, it's up to you!" Lian Weishan stood up abruptly, and roared magnificently in the direction of Baiqitai!The lingering sound lingers around the peak, lingering endlessly.

Everyone on the five peaks was shocked, but the people on the Baiqi stage who should have heard nothing.Su Shaobai took out a goose-yellow round cushion from the storage ring, sat down in his refining space, looked around, nodded with satisfaction, um, the area is estimated to be more than [-] square meters, enough for up.

From the storage ring, he took out a few fiery red utensil stones and two handfuls of high-quality yellow flame stones and put them on the ground. Now that Pudding has grown tempered, he has learned the problem of asking for snacks when refining tools without a teacher. I don't know if it's a real lack of spiritual power, or pure greed, and I often have to eat flame stones in the middle of refining.He tried to refuse a few times, but in the end, that guy actually dared to leave the spirit weapon he was refining, and it was useless after refining, and then he had no choice but to compromise.At such an important time today, don't use your temper to make trouble for this prodigal.

Bloodstone!The monks on Wufeng suddenly widened their eyes.

Golden Ridge Scale, Red Blood Stone, and Bi Xiao are all well-known types of tool stones. They are very valuable and extremely hard to find. Not to mention rich in aura, they also have Gang Qi. They are the most suitable materials for refining the Sword of Life .Among the best life swords in existence, nine of the top ten swords are made of one of these three materials.The monks naturally flocked to it, and if they could find one of them and give it to the craftsman, they might be able to get the top-quality spiritual weapon.

Of course, these precious tool stones also have particularly high requirements on the heat and technology of smelting and casting, because they are also the tool stones most prone to collapse.Those who have not reached a certain level of refining technology dare not try these kinds of tool stones lightly, after all, they are destroying natural materials and earthly treasures.

Both the Red Blood Stone and Bi Xiao come from the Po Whirling Mirror Sky, and after the Po Whirling Mirror Sky is opened every few years, several pieces can emerge.The golden ridge scale is even more difficult to see, and it is even called the dream stone.It is rumored that it is the ridge rock of a certain overseas fairy mountain. People who have been there said that they encountered a storm at sea and lost their way in the chaos. A fairy mountain with misty clouds, looking from a distance, that fairy mountain looks like a lying golden beast, with a line of golden light shining on its back, like golden scales.

"Haha, red blood stone, it's actually a red blood stone, it matches my fire spirit root very well!" Lian Weishan patted the little apprentice on the shoulder and smiled triumphantly. Xiao Bai actually took the initiative to prepare the life sword for him. Bloodstone!It's so hard work!In the end, I have to send a small white piece of big thank you gift.

It's not good enough, not as good as mine anyway.Nangong Hao nodded perfunctorily to his excited master, his amber eyes still resting on the Baiqitai.

The silver-haired young man was extremely dissatisfied with his apprentice's attention, and raised his chin arrogantly, "Hmph, Xiaobai, the tool stone alone, has already won!" Do I still need to watch this game?He was already able to forge orange-grade spiritual weapons when the orange-grade weapon was on fire, and now he took out red bloodstones to refine the weapon, who could be his opponent?

Nangong Hao stretched out his fingertips and pointed in one direction of Baiqitai, Lian Weishan followed his finger to look over, and saw a disciple of Boshan School with a silver collar and a white shirt sitting there, who looked like Xiaobai His fellow sect, beside his hand, there are two pieces of golden ridge scales.

Golden Spine Scale!Lian Weishan lost his voice with his mouth half-opened in surprise, this Huangpin swordsmith is really a hidden dragon and a crouching tiger!Not only are there red bloodstones, but there are also the most precious golden ridge scales!Who is this man?

Li Yinian.Lian Weishan didn't recognize him, but Nangong Hao did.The one who took out the golden ridge scale was Li Yinian who teamed up with him in the Whirling Mirror Sky back then.Judging from Cai Cai's tone, could it be that he and Su Shaobai plan to compete at the Hundred Instruments Conference?

Naturally, Su Shaobai didn't know the situation elsewhere. He was facing his tool stone, recalling the designed life sword structure for the last time in his mind.

Master Zun, like Nangong Hao, has a single fire root, but relatively speaking, he is more vigorous.Although he has two purple utensil stones left over from last time in his hand, after much deliberation, he still thinks that the red blood stone is more suitable for Master. It is a fit, and the two complement each other to play the greatest role.

Flipping his left hand upwards, Su Shaobai released the yellow-grade divine fire. Pudding felt his master's unusual emotions, and happily jumped twice in his palm, ready to go.

Su Shaobai smiled, picked up a piece of Huangpin Yanshi and threw it to Shenhuo, and adopted the strategy of sugar-coating cannonballs to please pudding. Today is up to you!Then, he threw the bloodstone into the air.

"Boom", Huangpin Shenhuo, who was happily devouring the flame stone just a moment ago, immediately rushed to the bottom of the red blood stone, swelled to the size of a wheel, and after holding the fiery red implement stone, Pudding swallowed the last piece of flame stone Slag, trembling beside the fireworks.

The novice swordsmith twitched the corners of his lips, knowing that the pudding was praising the taste of the snacks.

The bright yellow fireworks gradually enveloped the entire bloodstone, turning it into a perfectly round fireball. Calcining toolstones along all directions at 360 degrees, only the flames are seen, but the bloodstone is not seen, and the uniformity of the fire is almost perfect.Su Shaobai nodded, it seems that Shenhuo is very well-behaved today and worked very hard.

The bright yellow flame of the divine fire was beating lively, and the temperature released made sweat bead on Su Shaobai's forehead soon. After that, he didn't dare to slack off, as the fireball shrank and became smaller, he knew, The green bloodstone in the middle has begun to melt, and the spiritual source force must be ready to poke in and shape it at any time.

Finally, the bright yellow flame trembled a few times proudly, and the fireball burst open like a bud of a short-lived epiphyllum, revealing the green blood stone that had successfully turned into stone water inside.

"Pudin, turn down the temperature." Su Shaobai hurriedly ordered Shenhuo.

Three, two, one.Su Shaobai muttered silently in his heart for three seconds, and stretched out his own spiritual beam.Almost at the same time, the area of ​​the pudding and the flames shrank a little, turning into a calyx-like shape holding fiery red stone water.Since they started relying on popcorn, they have been working together countless times. At this moment, it seems that they are as smooth as clouds and flowing water, and their cooperation is seamless.

His spiritual source power was first divided into four strands to temper the jade-like bloodstone that gradually became soft and waxy, and repeated a thousand times to enhance the flexibility of the sword body.A swordsman pays attention to the combination of rigidity and softness.The so-called hard ones are trained a hundred times, and the soft ones are refined a thousand times.

After the spiritual power reaches a hundred beams, it will be much more difficult to divide the beams, and the speed will naturally be greatly slowed down.Even so, so far, Su Shaobai's spiritual source force beams can be divided into more than 220 beams, far surpassing the second senior brother Hu Kui and the others, and making steady progress towards his own master, Elder Wen.

The pudding on the bottom trembled at the edge of the yellow flame, and began to beg for his own snacks.

Su Shaobai's tempering has been done with ease, he took the time to grab two pieces and threw them to it. The tempering just now was done well and deserves to be commended.The pudding shook happily, dragged the flame stone under the blue blood stone that was being shaped, and ate it.

The onlookers on the five peaks only saw a swordsmith constantly throwing flame stones into his weapon fire.Behavior is very strange.

"What do you mean? Temporarily sharpen the spear and replenish spiritual power on the spot?" The two sword repair disciples sitting behind Lian Weishan and Nangong Hao whispered to each other.

Even Weishan, like Nangonghao, was watching Su Shaobai's movements closely, and naturally knew who they were talking about. Just as he was about to turn around, he saw the little apprentice around him turn his head and said to the two fellow apprentices, " In the morning class three days later, I will practice five thousand sword-down poses."

The two people looked at each other, not understanding why the sudden disaster happened, and cried out, "Brother, please forgive me!"

"[-] blows." Someone said mercilessly.

"Brother!"

"Why, do you want to practice duel with me?" Nangong Hao raised his eyebrows.

The two disciples quickly covered their mouths, expressing that they would be quiet immediately.Unlucky, it seems that the brother was disturbed by what he said just now!

Lian Weishan looked admiringly at his apprentice with a face made of ice cubes, um, the apprentice really protected his shortcomings as usual!

The refining time limited by the Hundred Artifacts Conference is 36 hours. The refining time has a lot to do with the fire control and the fineness of the spiritual weapon itself. Fast refining may be due to skilled skills or advanced refining. Get rough.But in general, the best flying swords need to be refined, and it is difficult to speed up. This is what a skilled craftsman means by slow work and meticulous work.

After carefully studying Lian Weishan's folded iron sword, Su Shaobai decided to forge and forge the life sword for him, which is the broad-slab Kunwu sword.

The front half of the Kunwu sword has a front and a ridge, and blades on both sides; the back half of the body is flat, with a blade on one side, and a hollow flame-shaped groove embedded in the middle. The hilt is longer and can be held with both hands. .The shape is very similar to Lian Weishan's original flying sword, but the sword's intent is more continuous, cutting mountains and rivers, with infinite power.

The ancestor of the sword, born on the top of Kunlun, has a single edge and a single edge, and his name is Kunwu.