Taoist master wants to ascend

The ultimate sharp blade!

In the darkness of the night, Feng Gang felt that his steps were brisker, and the corners of his mouth were also rising during the ups and downs.

A top-quality Qiu Shui Sword is worth more than a thousand taels of silver. It is enough for an ordinary family of five to feed and drink for a lifetime. Its value is so high naturally because it is extremely rare.

At least, he has been wandering around the world for twenty years and still hasn't been able to get hold of one.

Phew~

In the night, he moved up and down, and after going around several streets, he landed in a secret courtyard somewhere.

Feng Gang bowed slightly.

There was a candlelight in the room, and a majestic man was sitting and drinking. His appearance was quite rough, and a long and narrow scar passed through his mouth and nose, twisting like a centipede:

Feng Gang was very cautious. From a distance, he felt like a hare being targeted by an evil tiger, and he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.

The big man in the room slowly raised his head, his eyes cold.

Feng Gang's heart trembled and he hurriedly said:

call!

There seemed to be a sudden strong wind, and Feng Gang felt a huge force grabbing his neck, staggering a few steps and falling into the house.

Feng Gang's heart trembled, and he glanced at a bunch of naked women on the bed in the room who didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and secretly said something bad.

This is clearly a sign that something is wrong with the method of worshiping gods...

Lei Chaozong wiped the greasy corners of his mouth and seemed quite interested:

boom!

Feng Gang felt a heavy weight on his shoulders and couldn't help but fall to his knees.

Zhelong Mansion is rich in hundreds of minerals and is an important place on Hengshan Road. However, even in Zhelong Mansion, top-quality sharp blades are very rare. Once they appear, they will be bought quickly.

If it weren't for those top-quality blades and possible famous weapons, how would Cao Yan have any room to bargain with him?

Lei Chaozong groaned as he spoke, and quickly tapped all the acupoints all over his body. His face turned red, and after a while, he forced out two streaks of black blood from his nostrils:

Feng Gang's heart trembled.

Lei Chaozong's face twitched and his eyes were cold.

Feng Gang didn't dare to raise his head.

Lei Chaozong remembered something:

Feng Gang almost blurted out, but remembering the Qiu Shui Sword that he had not yet fired, the conversation suddenly changed:

boom!

Feng Gang fell into the hospital, coughing up blood and panicking.

Pressing his tight chest, Lei Chaozong said coldly:

Feng Gang wished he could shoot himself to death

Ji, my intestines are blue with regret:

…

Outside the city, there is a ruined temple outside Fangjing Village, before dawn.

Beside the bonfire, Han Chuijun sat cross-legged, turning the sizzling oily bear paws on the wooden stand, and sprinkling some spices on it from time to time.

After smelling it, Han Chuijun was quite satisfied.

The Shaping Eagle carried the cut bear meat and placed it on the wooden rack.

Han Chuijun took off the bear's paw, cut it into small pieces with a flying knife, and tasted it carefully, enjoying quite a bit:

Sha Pingying's face was full of disgust:

Han Chuijun slowly tasted bear paws:

Sha Pingying smiled bitterly.

The method of worshiping gods was once called the method of immortality. It has been pursued by countless people for hundreds of thousands of years. How can it be discontinued?

Han Chuijun shook his head helplessly.

Sha Pingying hurriedly replied:

Han Chuijun turned the wooden frame with a calm expression:

Sha Pingying solemnly agreed, but thinking about the list coming from the city, he couldn't help but hesitate:

Han Chuijun wiped his hands:

Sha Pingying bowed and agreed, and then he seemed to think of something:

Han Chuijun suddenly became a little unhappy, but he didn't show any signs of attack. He just frowned:

Han Chuijun muttered to himself for a while, then suddenly turned around. There seemed to be a will-o'-the-wisp flashing under his long eyebrows, which almost made Sha Pingying suffer a cardiac arrest:

…

…

The sky was overcast and the morning was quite chilly.

Inside the forging room, there was a wave of heat.

The six apprentices pulled the bellows with all their strength, sweating profusely. Zhang Ben's face turned red, his head was sweating profusely, and his veins popped out:

Li Yuan, who had been waiting for a long time, raised his hand, pulled out the giant hammer weighing more than 200 kilograms from the scalding heat, and submerged it entirely into the ice water.

The red-hot sledgehammer fell into the icy water, causing the biting cold water to boil instantly. Thick smoke and vapor rose several meters high, causing several helpers to stumble back.

Almost all the blacksmiths came over. Under the steam, the ice water was boiling, and the fire was actually burning under the water.

The blacksmiths were very excited. Top-quality sharp blades were too rare. There were only a few older blacksmiths here who had seen Zhang Bi make them many years ago.

Zhang Ben fell down on his chair, panting heavily, but full of confidence.

The one who was more convinced than him was of course Li Yuan. In front of his eyes, the blue and green colors were intertwined, which was very obvious.

Five control effects!

Li Yuan's palms itched and his heart moved.

This heavy hammer was better than any weapon he had ever seen, and he seemed to be able to meet the conditions for controlling it.

His own strength, coupled with the huge strength blessed by the Jade Bronze Hammer, is already comparable to that of a tiger!

The only bad thing is that the hammer doesn't belong to him at all.

Zhang Bi calmed down for a while, then stood up, picked up the heavy hammer and continued to build.

The quenching is successful, but tempering and polishing must not be sloppy afterward. The condition will also affect the price. This may be the last high-quality weapon he builds in his life, so he should not be careless.

Li Yuan couldn't move his eyes away.

Zhang Bi didn’t even look back:

Li Yuan was very reluctant to give up and looked at it for a long time before returning to the forging platform under Zhang Bi's scolding and continued to forge the Qiu Shui Sword.

This top-quality sword is only four times short of quenching.

Taking a deep breath to suppress the distracting thoughts in his mind, Li Yuan threw himself into the forging. When he finished work in the evening, he quenched and tempered it twice. It would take a day or two at most to create it.

Li Yuan was thinking in his mind.

The reason why he hit this Autumn Water Sword was to get some red gold from some mysterious person. This thing was harder to get than anything else.

Seeing that the weather was not good and there seemed to be thunder, Zhang Ben spoke.

Without raising his head, he was doing the final polishing process.

Li Yuan cleaned up, took out the wine he had prepared long ago, put the cooked meat in it, and drank the unsuspecting old Zhang's head, then turned and returned to the forging room.

The blacksmith's shop accepted an order from someone, and he would have to pay for any damage or loss. Li Yuan didn't want to trick Lao Zhangtou, but...

Reaching out to hold the long-handled eight-edged hammer, Li Yuan felt that the pores all over his body relaxed. The influence of his hammer talent was still deepening, and he felt that he was gradually liking the taste of swinging the hammer.

Click!

In the night sky, a thunder snake streaked across.

In the forging room, Li Yuan gently stroked the handle of the hammer with a faint look in his eyes: