Chapter 1003 Cao's Blacksmith Shop

The Sword Burial Tomb in the East Region.

Dongshan, where thousands of swordsmen worship, is like a huge bladeless sword, with a scabbard as the base, inserted upside down, but still towering into the clouds.

In Dongshan, swords are everywhere.

The singing voice is ups and downs, as if someone is singing a play, and the mood is high.

Until the golden light scroll above the nine heavens converged, the domineering and decadent Taoist music finally disappeared, and the singing inside Dongshan also stopped.

"Bai Dai changed me eight masters..."

"Tsk tsk, after being depressed for so long, I finally found some of the unrestrained feeling decades ago..."

"I miss it so much."

Wen Ting was wearing a costume and walking barefoot in the dim mountain, his tone full of nostalgia.

Not long after, the low sobbing sound in the sword washing pool in the distance attracted attention. Wen Ting listened carefully for a while, raised the corner of his mouth, and walked quickly.

"Pah."

One foot stepped into the sword washing pool, splashing water.

The source of the weeping sound was found, it was a broken sword.

It is said that the sword tomb contains swords without owners, whose owners have either died or lost contact. It is rare for broken swords to retain such a strong vitality after being abandoned.

But the broken sword in front of me was crying, and there were still water drops on the sword.

I don’t know if it was the water from the sword washing pool that splashed up, or if it was really the iron sword crying, which is rare in a thousand years.

Wen Ting squatted down with a smile, looking at the broken sword trembling in front of him, stretched out his hand, and flicked it lightly.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

The broken sword struggled violently, unable to bear the humiliation.

Wen Ting said with a mocking smile:

"Qingju, Qingju, why are you so stubborn?

"I told you to find a new owner a long time ago, but you didn't listen. Now that the owner is back, you are abandoned and may stay with me in this dark Dongshan for the rest of your life...

"Hahaha, funny, funny!"

"Woo woo woo!"

The broken sword cried even harder.

It wanted to pull itself out, fly up and slash the human in front of it.

However, if the sword in the sword washing pool has no owner, it will never come out and will never see the light of day.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Wen Ting clicked his tongue and smiled like a devil.

Seeing that the broken sword cried even harder, he took out a jade bottle and collected the water drops on the broken sword drop by drop.

"Cry more, cry more..."

"Sword tears, this is rare in a thousand years! I don't have much to collect, you'd better cry harder for me."

Clang clang clang

The broken sword could not bear the humiliation and burst out with a strong sword intent. Even some rusted ancient swords in the sword washing pool could not withstand it and broke into pieces.

"Can this hurt me? "

Wen Ting was indifferent, letting the sharp sword power rage, just like the breeze blowing on his face, only blowing his hair and clothes a little bit.

He stretched out his hand and bent his fingers, and then slammed the broken sword hard.

Immediately, Qingju "woooooo" shed sword tears again in pain.

Wen Ting laughed, collecting them in a jade bottle, and continued to taunt.

"It's so sad, so sad!

"I wonder how long you will waste here with me... Don't recognize the master? In your life, the only word left is "cry"!

"Still waiting for the Eight Lords?

"Why don't you go to heaven!"

...

In the Central Region, an ordinary blacksmith shop.

Under the iron-cast "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" plaque, a naked upper body, a big man with unicorn arms wandered anxiously, but did not dare to say much.

But obviously, he had been waiting for a long time, and finally couldn't help shouting into the blacksmith shop.

"Not ready yet?"

"I still have more than 30 pigs waiting in my farm. You gave me a deadline to come and get the knife, but you left me alone for so long. Are you going to kill my pigs or not? ! "

After a sound.

The half-closed wooden door was opened with a creak, and the heat wave rushed in. The big man couldn't help but take a few steps back, feeling his face burning.

Soon, the heavy footsteps of "dong dong dong" sounded, and a little giant-like figure walked out from inside.

The big man was already tall enough.

He was eight feet tall, and because he had been killing pigs for many years, his upper body was even more sturdy like an ox.

But after the wooden door in front of him shook, the big man felt a black head, and a little giant who could barely squeeze out from inside with a hunched back appeared.

The little giant held a pocket-sized knife in his hand, and pinched it with just two fingers.

After going out, he stood up straight, and he was more than three heads taller than the butcher, and his body was as thick as a pillar, twice as thick as the butcher!

"Brother, brother..."

The butcher's neck shrank, his hands rubbed, and his voice became weaker: "Is the knife ready? I'll carry the knife, you've worked hard~"

"Here. "The little giant said in a muffled voice, without any impatience, he just handed over the butcher knife in his hand, and squeezed back into the cramped blacksmith shop without looking back.

"Weird man."

The butcher muttered, waved the knife, and while sighing at the good quality, he threw down the money and ran away in a hurry.

This "Cao's Blacksmith Shop" is very famous in the neighborhood!

The ironware cast by them is really top-notch, the quality is impeccable, and the price is very cheap.

The only weird thing is...

The father and son are not good at speaking, and they look like giants, they don't look like ordinary people.

I heard that some time ago, someone saw Cao Erzhu, the little giant just now, coming back from Qingyuan Mountain with a cow in one hand and a tiger in the other.

I also heard that someone saw the battle scene...

It was the kind of extremely brutal, one punch per person, the kind of skull was smashed, it sounds very bloody and exciting.

This kind of person would definitely not use a knife to kill a pig, but just tear it into pieces with his hands.

Inside the blacksmith shop.

Cao Erzhu walked back to the bellows with a bang, picked up the special big hammer, and while bombarding, he couldn't help but reminisce about the vision from the sky that had just delayed him from returning the sword.

"One hundred generations exchanged my eight acquaintances, and I summoned the divine light with my command...

"You're so damn educated, unlike me, who only babbling like a child.

"Well...this person is the eighth uncle dad mentioned, right?"

There are two eyes between the flesh on the face of the little giant, and what is written in the eyes is a longing.

At the age of twenty-six, he is in his prime of life.

Who wouldn't be filled with excitement and longing for the holy scene just now?

Cao Erzhu thought about his life.

Her mother died in childbirth, and her sister was fed up with her father's bad temper and ran away from home. She has been forging iron in this dilapidated blacksmith shop for more than 20 years.

Sometimes, he really had enough of this mortal life.

He is obviously very strong, but he can't use any of his abilities. He is like a useless person.

He also wanted to get out of the blacksmith shop, step into that mysterious realm, and fight with those immortal spirit refining masters, but his father always only allowed himself to fight with wild beasts, and did not allow him to step into the spirit refining world at all.

"EMI exchanges for my Eight Masters..."

Cao Erzhu was bombarding the iron embryo while reciting this word. Suddenly his blood surged up, and his seven orifices spurted out hot air. He felt an inexplicable force appear, making him feel rebellious.

"Dad!"

He turned around, his hands moving constantly, but he shouted and looked towards the backyard, which was closed to the sky and could not see the sun.

In the dark backyard, blue lightning occasionally flashed, outlining the outline of a more burly giant.

This giant was also naked and still wore a big cloak in the small blacksmith shop that looked like the inside of a volcano.

He was carrying a huge wine barrel in his hand, which filled the entire backyard space like a big stone mound.

The lightning flashed and the illumination lasted for a long time, and the muscles of his arms were vaguely visible. They were huge and thick, so big that they could hold up three heads of the man who just took the knife to kill the pig!

"belch"

The sound of heavy wine burps, the accompanying strong smell of alcohol, and a nasal sound of "um" responded to Cao Erzhu's call, and also pointed out that it was still time for dad to wake up.

Cao Erzhu took a deep breath and said loudly:

"Dad!

"I have mastered the God of Punishment, Punishment, and Tribulation. I have also mastered the six transformations of the Divine Mind. I have also learned the last and twelfth level of your 'Gentleman's Hammer Technique'. The body of the throne cannot be upgraded anymore." , there is also the realm of spirit refining, and I have also reached the throne realm..."

"Hiccup!" A wine burp interrupted Cao Erzhu's spellcasting, followed by a voice that was as thick as a murmur but as thick as thunder, "Let's talk about... the important point, burp!"

Cao Erzhu shuddered and said weakly: "Dad, I, I want to go out."

"Where to go?"

"Get out, get out."

"How far?"

"Quite, quite far."

"How soon will you be back?"

"No, I don't know..."

There was a bang.

There was a muffled thunder explosion inside the blacksmith shop, followed by two rays of lightning that crisscrossed and swooped in: "Er Zhu, what are you talking about?"

Cao Erzhu didn't dare to meet his father's gaze at all. He turned his head and knocked on the iron block. Thinking of the heroic spirit of "EMI exchanged for my eight masters", he said with all his strength: "I actually want to go to the outside world... and take a look~"

"Who will support me if you leave?" In the darkness, a voice as thick as thunder sounded again.

Cao Erzhu stopped hammering and scratched his head with the big red hammer, his eyes filled with confusion: "It seems to be the same..."

"belch!"

With another heavy wine burp, the backyard giant drank the wine barrel, then threw it away. After wiping his mouth, he became much more awake and said:

"It's too dangerous outside. Have you been deceived by your eighth uncle? What he said just now was to deceive a child like you into going to die."

"How old are you? Even if you master what you just said, do you know how dangerous the spirit refining world is outside?"

Cao Erzhu shrank his neck, his eyes full of curiosity: "How dangerous is it?"

The giant in the backyard sighed, but this time he didn't scold him directly, but said sincerely:

"Your eighth uncle was born to be able to fight against the Grand Master, and Taixu was able to fight against the Holy Emperor, but he was still beaten to death for decades. How dangerous is it outside?

"The world of spirit refining is full of geniuses like your eighth uncle! And your eighth uncle couldn't beat me back then!

"Can you beat me? If not, will you go out to deliver food?"

Cao Erzhu was obedient.

He couldn't even beat his father with one hand, how could he beat those geniuses outside?

But according to rumors, there aren’t that many geniuses like Uncle Eight?

The giant in the backyard seemed to know what his child was thinking, and his cold snort was like thunder, causing smoke and dust to roll down from the ceiling:

“What’s the use of listening to your neighbors’ bullshit?

"Your father and I are from the same era as your eighth uncle. You don't listen to me, but you listen to legends?"

Cao Erzhu was ashamed. What his father said was very reasonable and literate.

The backyard giant seemed to want to completely give up the idea of ​​his child running away from home. After a pause, he asked: "Have you mastered the secret of thunder?"

"It's still a little bit worse." Cao Erzhu was so humble and ashamed that he blushed.

"Hmph! You haven't mastered the mysteries yet, and you still want to go out and have fun?"

Dad’s sarcasm is still as heart-piercing as ever:

"The outside world is full of mysteries! I can easily give you an example of Bazunzhen and Yumo. Think about how scary those people are?

"Geniuses are everywhere, why don't you go out and hang yourself?

"You haven't even mastered a single secret. How dare you mention that you want to leave? You don't even know how to write the word 'death'!"

Cao Erzhu had tears in his eyes when he heard this, and finally gave up the ridiculous thoughts in his mind. The world of spirit refining is really scary.

"I see……"

"Don't think about going out. I'm out of wine. I'll go get some from the wine cellar."

"Oh, okay."

Watching his little baby walking to the basement, Cao Yihan fell into deep thought.

"EMI exchanges for me the Eight Masters...

"Haha, that's crazy! Are you announcing that you are coming back?"

Turned over and tried to stand up.

But as soon as his body moved, the Qi Sea Saint Yuan exploded like thunder, and he was about to wake up.

The surging power surged out from the limbs and bones, as if to break through the layers of shackles...

"grass!"

Cao Yihan cursed angrily and lay down again.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he tore off the iron ring around his neck. There were nine tokens hanging on the iron ring, each with the word "forbidden" written on it.

As soon as you hold it with your hands, you will crush it and let out your breath.

But in the end, Cao Yihan endured it.

"Nine of these bullshit prohibitions on martial arts can't suppress the semi-saint realm. Dao Qiongtian, you are a waste!" The giant in the backyard pointed at the ceiling and yelled:

"Slut, tell me not to move, and then bring you some wine!"

…

at the same time.

Because of a golden edict from the Holy Emperor, and because of the sentence "A hundred generations have given me eight acquaintances."

Almost everyone from the previous era heard this declaration:

"I'm back!"

This time, he is no longer just speaking to the Holy Temple, nor is he just a vague figure, standing behind the battle between the saints and being the mastermind behind the scenes.

Instead, the Eight Saint Slaves solemnly declared to the five regions of the continent:

"I'm back!"

If the lingering sound of the last Yunlun Mountain Saint Power Spraying Treasure brought to the world a bubble-like image of disillusionment, many people thought but did not dare to confirm whether the Eight Masters had really recovered from their fallen state.

When the Holy Emperor's golden edict came out this time, no one disbelieved it!

The sword cultivators from the Eastern Region were reveling in the excitement, while the Half-Saints from the Five Regions were trembling...

As for the initiator, the Eight Masters, they knew who they were, high in the sky at Guyin Cliff. After the edict was announced, they lost the protection of the Holy Emperor's power, and if the meteor fell, it hit them straight back.

"unlucky."

One second the water ghost was still immersed in the spirit and artistic conception created by the Eight Masters. The next second he looked at the imageless "Old Eight Sword Immortals" coming at him, and his mouth was filled with anger.

So weak!

Raising his hand, the water flow caught the helpless Bazunzi, preventing him from being smashed into pieces of flesh and dying. The water ghost let out a long sigh.

"Water, water..."

Ba Zunzhen seemed to have been drained dry. After standing up, he was so weak that his voice had no strength.

Cen Qiaofu hid his face and handed over the wine bottle without saying a word, as if he had no face to face the current state of the person who issued the Holy Emperor's golden edict.

"GuluGulu~"

Ba Zunzhen took several sips of medicinal wine before he felt that his weak body had regained some strength. He finally no longer looked like a soft-footed shrimp.

"Rumble..."

There was the sound of explosions in the air.

The eight wise men raised their eyes and saw that the city in the sky, which had descended from the sky, was falling towards this direction.

The ancient city is falling so fast that it will probably kill everyone here in less than half a stick of incense.

"Close the Internet cafe."

The eight masters turned their eyes and looked at the water ghost.

"you you you……"

Before the water ghost could move, an inappropriate voice appeared from the side.

The eight gods were familiar with the situation and looked sideways.

But he saw a one-armed, lame old man who was knocked back to his original shape by the Holy Emperor's breath. At this time, his face was red with excitement.

He put all his fingers into his mouth, clamped his feet tightly, and kept jumping up and down, acting like a little girl.

Seeing the idol looking at him, the old man's old eyes widened even more like bright light bulbs, glowing with fanaticism, and white gas began to come out of his scalp.

"You, you, you..." Xiu Yuanke was too excited to speak in full.

"?" Bazun raised his brows.

"I, I, I..." Xiu Yuanke almost fainted on the spot.

"..."

Bazun took a long breath, looked deeply at the stranger, and then turned to look at Cen Qiaofu and Water Ghost.

"Who is this stutterer?"