Chapter 1689: Two Pillars Against Hammers Knock Out Old Knives, the First-Class Elephant Dragon Looks at Today

Chapter 1691 The two anti-hammer pillars beat the old sword, and the first-level Xianglong looks at the current situation

Relics of God.

Sang Lao and Water Ghost rested on the rocks, chatting quietly and accompanying Cenqiaofu together.

Feng Tian Holy Emperor Feng Yu Jin was like an embroiderer. After getting the last piece of Mo Mo's soul fragment, he finally completed the stitching of his soul body.

He was "refining" the rebirth here. On the other side, Cao Erzhu had woken up at some point and was squatting, watching him seriously and painfully refining people.

"It feels very painful to reshape the body like this..."

Erzhu's muttering did not wait for Uncle Shenyi's response. The latter seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and refused to make another sound since the war.

"Child, come here."

Sang Lao and Shui Gui beside the stone didn't know what they were talking about. They waved to Cao Erzhu from a distance.

"Yes, it's you!"

Cao Erzhu then put down the hand pointing at him, hesitated, got up and walked away.

Up to now, the people who can still stay in the ruins of God are all good friends of Brother Shou. There should be no outsiders?

Even though the old man wearing a straw hat looked unkind, the middle-aged man next to him was as cold as a viper.

"Everyone lives a very unique life..."

Cao Erzhu was very envious of his strong temperament that made people feel at a glance that he was just like his father, the person he wanted to be.

"Two seniors."

When they came to the stone, the two elders sat upright. Cao Erzhu was also very nervous.

This person wearing a straw hat should be an older person. He looks a few years older than his father. He is old enough to be his own grandfather.

It's better to call him Water Ghost. He's middle-aged and looks younger than Dad. Maybe he can be called "Uncle" more affectionately...?

"They are not seniors. They are all from the same era as your father. They are about the same age, but they have not won the tenth throne. They are just mediocre... Mr. Sang." The water ghost shook his head and laughed at himself, extending his hand first. After introducing the old man next to him, he immediately pointed to himself and said, "Call me water ghost."

A person of an era?

Cao Erzhu was shocked, then you... no, you are too old! He looked at the man wearing a straw hat.

He quickly realized the impoliteness and greeted each one very politely:

"Uncle Water Ghost."

"Uncle Sang."

Sang…old uncle…

Old Man Sang twitched the corner of his mouth and glared at the water ghost who was tilting his head and laughing muffledly, too lazy to pay attention to this cheater.

He looked at Cao Erzhu carefully, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on his thick arm muscles for a long time, and soon a smile appeared on his face:

"Are you from Cao's blacksmith shop?"

"OK."

Cao Erzhu nodded slowly, feeling that Sang Lao's smile was a bit charming.

If you were unprepared and turned around to see this face, you would be so frightened that you would faint on the spot!

"Is he okay?" Mr. Sang asked.

he?

Cao Erzhu was stunned for a moment, then his mouth turned bitter, "Dad, it seems he is dead..."

Old Sang knew this, waved his hand and sneered:

"Cao Yihan doesn't like words. To put it bluntly, he just doesn't want to talk much. He hates farewells that may involve sensational parts."

"He hates the way other people cry with snot in their noses and tears in their eyes even more... Yes, that's what you are like now."

Cao Erzhu wiped a handful of snot from his nose. He didn't shake it when he heard the sound, nor did it hang on his fingers. He pulled the corner of his mouth and bared his big teeth and didn't dare to cry. He was so embarrassed.

This old man is a bit powerful.

He described his father's character so accurately that he looked more like his son than me.

"So what Uncle Sang means is that dad is not dead?" Cao Erzhu sniffed, grunted, and swallowed.

Water Ghost Kuku was laughing again, his face was crooked, his laughter was a bit like Xu Xiaoshou's, and he didn't know where he learned it.

Mr. Sang couldn't help but laugh, waved his hand and said, "Speaking of which, I am indeed your senior. You should call me senior."

"Oh, Senior Uncle Sang."

Uncle Sang's smile froze, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes trembled at a high speed, which could be trapped into mosquito dregs.

With a splash, the water ghost twitched and fell from the boulder, almost hitting the unconscious Cenchofu.

"Be careful, Senior Uncle Water Ghost!"

"Ha..." Inexplicably, Cao Erzhu heard the third laugh, which seemed to come from his own mind.

Mr. Sang gave up the struggle and said helplessly: "Your father is not dead. He must still be in the same place and unable to get out, because Dao Qiongcang wants to trap him, and he is also happy to be trapped."

Cao Erzhu was anxious and choked up. He had many questions to ask, but he only has one mouth and cannot ask multiple questions at the same time.

For example, why does Dao Qiongcang want to trap his father? Isn't he friends with Brother Xiaoshou?

For example, why is dad happy to be trapped? He is so strong, but he seems to be able to get out?

Also like why my father is not dead, but he insists on putting his head in a wine barrel and making such a big joke on himself...

"Don't ask, it's very complicated and I won't be able to explain it for a while. I didn't call you here to help you solve your doubts." Mr. Sang stopped the child.

Brother Shou's master is indeed very powerful...

Cao Erzhu had an unclear feeling about how powerful he was. He just felt that Brother Shou was so good because he must have been taught by Uncle Sang.

He said seriously: "Senior Uncle Sang, is there anything you need my help with?"

"Uncle Sang, get rid of it." After all, Sang couldn't hold it in anymore, but he quickly got to the point and said, "You came out of the blacksmith shop, you should be able to make iron, right?"

"Yeah." Cao Erzhu nodded heavily. He is good at blacksmithing. It's not that he should be able to do it, but he is very good at it. He has this confidence.

"Can you practice the famous sword?"

"Of course...eh?"

Cao Erzhu was suddenly speechless.

What are you talking about? Does Brother Shou and Master also dance like this?

He is very good at blacksmithing, but how come he is involved in being able to practice the famous sword? Can these be the same thing?

I can cook.

My dad can also cook.

Can I compare with my dad?

"Won't……"

"'No' means 'definitely not', or do you mean you don't know if you can?" Mr. Sang leaned forward, "Have you ever fought a famous sword? Children can't lie."

Cao Erzhu was confused by the question. He was faced with a sense of oppression. He scratched his head and his voice drifted:

"I don't make it..."

Mr. Sang said nothing.

He stretched out his hand to point to the open space in front of him, and with a mouthful of words, it was self-evident.

At this moment, Cao Erzhu inexplicably saw the shadow of his father in him.

No need to say more, just one word:

beat!

"beat?"

Cao Erzhu was afraid that he would misunderstand. After all, this happened too suddenly, and no neighbors came to visit the house. This was not a home where dad suddenly pretended to be warm. Why did he have to perform a show by himself?

The water ghost lay on the big rock and looked over curiously.

Mr. Sang smiled and said carefully: "I want to see what you are good at, little guy, can you show me your skills?"

For some reason, Cao Erzhu felt like his butt was set on fire, and the blood all over his body became warm.

Everyone else is standing straight, this is one of the few shows that can do well!

"Really?"

"What a beating."

"Right here?"

"Right here!"

Cao Erzhu laughed loudly, with a sense of heroism in his body. He threw out the huge forging table and tool hammer from the ring, and then poured out a mountain of mine.

After everything was prepared, he placed the big stone bucket, but began to hesitate from where to get water...

"Gurgling, gurgling~"

At this moment, the water in the stone bucket overflowed and gurgled out. The energy inside was pure, and it felt better to use for quenching than the water used in Dad's blacksmith shop!

"Is it enough?"

The water ghost squinted his eyes and looked at the child with a smile.

"Enough, enough!"

Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, feeling as if something he had studied for more than ten or twenty years, without knowing whether it was correct or not, was affirmed by the seniors.

They are all looking at me.

They all like blacksmithing.

If you like blacksmithing, you are a man!

"I'll take what I'm good at."

Cao Erzhu drank heavily, took off his upper body clothes, picked up the sledgehammer, took the fine iron and began to forge it.

His movements were skillful and regular, and every step was refined, as perfect as a Tianji puppet who specializes in blacksmithing.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Drawing materials, hammering, precision forging, shaping, quenching...

The ruins of God, which had been quiet for a long time, heard the rhythmic sound of iron knocking. Sang Lao and Water Ghost gradually became fascinated.

Feng Yujin glanced back, not agreeing with the outrageous pastime of this group of people when they were bored, and continued to refine Momo.

Soon, the two elders of Sang Shui pulled away and looked at each other, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.

Heaven and man are one!

This big kid, just by his concentration on hammering, can also bring him to the realm of harmony between man and nature!

"This talent, tsk, no wonder their family is enlightened everywhere."

"No, it's not just talent. Que Leihan may have been nourished by his concentration. For twenty years, his success is not unreasonable." Mr. Sang saw more.

People in specific environments will of course develop specific personalities.

He couldn't give high marks to Que Leihan's training plan for Cao Erzhu, but he knew that this was the limit that he and his son could achieve in that environment.

Within the rules, perfection is achieved.

This is already very abnormal. Not everyone can cultivate this kind of concentration.

The sound of hammering continued for half a day, and all the fine iron the size of a millstone was blasted together by Cao Erzhu.

Not a single cent of spiritual energy was used in the whole process, all relying on recklessness.

Even the splicing and forging of fine iron relies on the high temperature caused by pure flint - even if it is clicked with thunder, the fine iron can be melted directly.

Cao Erzhu did not do this.

Maybe Quirehan didn't allow him to do it.

But now, with no one to supervise him, he had already used only a tool hammer and a forging table to smash fine iron into weapons.

"A hard knock..."

The water ghost was a bit shocked.

There is no complicated melting process, just relying on brute force to smash the huge iron embryo into a small knife.

There are no additional tools to shape the shape, it all depends on the skill of the hammer in hand, controlling the iron block to become the shape Erzhu wants.

"Speed ​​control, power control, reaction control..."

Mr. Sang murmured in a low voice, with a twinkle in his eye: "If Tiejiao was his enemy, he would be able to contain the opponent with just the hammering technique. The key point is to use this technique to train his combat awareness."

"But the iron embryo has no life..." The water ghost looked away.

Mr. Sang shook his head: "The iron embryo has no life, but starting from the uncertain variables of the first hammer-iron impact, every subsequent ejection of the iron embryo is life, and the hammer method to control this life is, in the final analysis, Taking advantage of the situation...isn't it the best explanation of combat consciousness?"

"Use a hammer to forge iron, and use iron to forge people." The water ghost nodded with approval, "Quirehan, there is something."

Uncle Sang glanced at Uncle Water Ghost.

Quirehan has something?

Who are you to dare to say this?

"become!"

With a final quenching sound, Cao Erzhu carefully took out the dagger with the gradually tempered blade and handed it to his two uncles.

When the water ghost took it, he couldn't see any spiritual energy on it. Could it be that he was returning to his original nature?

"What kind of knife is this?"

"The butcher's knife, I have special skills, hehe." Erzhu scratched his head.

Kill, kill pigs?

The water ghost was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyelids to look: "Literally?"

"What does it mean literally..."

Cao Erzhu muttered, pointed at the knife and said: "The knife I forged is good at killing pig thieves. Uncle Yang likes it best... Oh yes, Uncle Yang is the pig butcher in the town. He kills all the pigs in the town, and the wolves too. , and cows, oh, and sheep... so many, so many."

The water ghost was dumbfounded, so it was really just a butcher's knife, not even a tenth-grade spiritual weapon?

"This is no worse than the tenth grade."

Mr. Sang took the butcher's knife, turned it over with his left hand, and pulled out a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

The spiritual sword struck the butcher's knife, and the butcher's knife curled its edge, and so did the spiritual sword.

If you look closely, you will see that some of the formation patterns branded on the body of the Spirit Sword are all worn out and are obviously half-used.

A few more chops.

What was broken was not a pig-killing knife, but a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

Cao Erzhu's face was not very good-looking, and he was a little depressed, because the pig-killing knife he worked so hard to make was ruined by Uncle Sang in just a few breaths.

"you……"

"Sorry, I tried it without your consent." Mr. Sang smiled apologetically at him.

Cao Erzhu waved his hands quickly, a little embarrassed: "It's okay, it's okay, Uncle Sang can just play with it."

Mr. Sang touched the butcher's knife with a curled edge and looked at it intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

The butcher's knife is one foot long, the forearm is long, and the palm is wide. It is a bit larger than the normal size of the butcher's knife, as if it is customized for special people.

"Besides that Uncle Yang, who else goes to your blacksmith shop to order knives or other weapons?"

"rare……"

Cao Erzhu scratched the back of his head and recalled, "The quality of the demand in the town was not high, so I could finish it casually. There was nothing special except the large quantity."

Erzhu knew that Uncle Sang would definitely ask about those special ones, and finally said: "On the contrary, Dad occasionally sends me some special orders. He always goes to meet some customers when I don't know."

guest……

Do guests really exist, or are guests human beings?

Sang Lao smiled and didn't ask more about what a "special order" was.

Thinking about it with your toes, you know that Cao Erzhu would be troublesome to explain, and he probably wouldn't understand it either.

And there is a high probability that this is the time for Que Leihan to really train Cao Erzhu. He went straight to the point and asked:

"Will God of Punishment and Tribulation be used?"

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth in shock, as if seeing a god: "It will be useful..."

"Can't do your best?"

Cao Erzhu's eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had seen a ghost: "Dad said that you should practice the method of punishing the gods and punishing the tribulations, but you can't vent the punishments of the gods and punishing tribulations..."

The water ghost looked at Cao Erzhu, then at Old Man Sang, and touched his chin with interest, "How about playing me?"

Old Sang seemed to open his eyes behind his back, glanced back at the water ghost with a groan, and finally said:

"You used Ling Yuan to forge weapons, and at the same time you were practicing the knives and other things you forged during the God Punishment Tribulation. None of them were successful, so your father took them away in advance?"

"Maybe he's stuck at the last step. Do you think he will stand up and deny you when it's almost done?"

Bang!

The hammer hit the ground.

Cao Erzhu suddenly retracted his hands to his sides and backed away in fear, like a frightened stupid bear.

He opened his mouth into an "O" shape, and felt a surge of anger rising from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai. Unable to contain it anymore, he waved his hands and roared:

"Princes, generals and ministers would rather have the seed!!!"

ah?

Not far away, Feng Yujin shook his hand, almost destroying Mo Mo's body, and turned his head in disbelief.

It’s just a matter of striking iron, and it’s so exciting?

Over at the forging platform, Mr. Sang, who looked complacent, and the water ghost, who looked amused, were also stunned.

After the two of them swallowed hard, the water ghost couldn't help but speak first:

"Who taught you this?"

"Brother Xiaoshou."

"I mean, who taught you to use it like this?"

"Brother Xiaoshou."

Xu Xiaoshou, are you crazy?

The water ghost feels that Xu Xiaoshou does not look like this kind of person. He is just playing tricks on his children. You need to let his father know...

"Princes, generals, and ministers would rather be kind than express shock." Sang Lao chewed a sentence silently and pointed elsewhere:

"Reinvent it, right?"

In Cao Erzhu's eyes, Uncle Sang was already a more powerful god than the Tianji warlock Dao Qiongang.

He is someone who can impress others with just a few words.

Brother Xiao Shou did it, and Brother Xiao Shou's master also did it.

Of course, this does not mean that I am a cheap man who will be easily impressed, but because they are really powerful!

"meeting!"

Erzhu felt that his senior was going to test him.

He definitely knows how to do it. After twenty years of hard work, what can't he do?

Remanufacturing means that the finished weapon needs to be forged again due to some flaws in the craftsmanship or the weapon is damaged due to battle and strives for excellence.

There is nothing difficult about this. Cao Erzhu has practiced it countless times.

He cast his eyes on the curled butcher's knife, eager to try it and eager for praise.

Sang Lao shook his head with a smile, put away the curled butcher knife, and put it away: "It's not like this."

Picking up the broken tenth-grade spiritual sword, he stacked the swords and presented them: "This is the kind."

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth, a little embarrassed: "This, I..."

"Won't?"

"Ah, no, it's not that I won't..."

"untested?"

"Well, it's not like I haven't tried it before..."

"You haven't succeeded before, so you don't have the confidence. Are you afraid that you are bragging?"

"Ah! Yes!"

Cao Erzhu had a special pleasure in being able to describe his unspeakable discomfort in words, and soon the pleasure continued to become uncomfortable.

He muttered: "It's not that I don't have confidence..."

He was about to take over the broken tenth-grade spiritual sword, intending to prove it to himself and to his father.

Old Sang flipped his hand, took back the broken sword, and took out another sword with his backhand: "It's not that one, it's this one."

Cao Erzhu's eyes were immediately attracted.

This sword is so beautiful. It is three feet and one inch long. It is all jade white. A layer of golden scales floats on the sword body. It is so transparent that it seems to have two layers of color, upper and lower. It is extremely beautiful.

Its handguards are shaped like white ivory, slightly raised on both sides. The style is very bold without losing the function of the handguard itself. It can be seen that the sword maker's thinking is wild and unrestrained, but he is pragmatic.

This sword can be said to be perfect in terms of forging technology and spiritual temperament.

"Perfection" in Cao Erzhu's eyes!

Mr. Sang glanced at him, saw this reaction, and said with a smile:

"Xianglong was originally a sixth-grade spiritual sword. After being remade, it was successfully promoted to first-grade."

What?

The water ghost looked shocked.

Cao Erzhu's eyes almost fell out.

He has never successfully forged or remade a spiritual weapon, but he has never eaten pork or seen pigs running away.

All weapons that need to be remade are likely to have flaws. If they can pass through the hands of a master, they can maintain their grade.

If you are more powerful, you can be promoted from the lower level of the sixth grade to the upper level.

The higher quality, even the first grade, shows that the sword is too spiritual, the swordsmith's craftsmanship is also superb, and there are no mistakes in the remaking process.

but……

Cao Erzhu has never heard of dancing two levels.

What's more, jumping directly from the sixth-grade Grandmaster Spirit Sword to the first-grade Spirit Sword, you have the qualifications to become a famous sword?

Is Uncle Sang kidding?

The third-grade throne sword.

Further up, the second level and the first level all depend on the spirituality of the spiritual weapon.

Swords at this level are qualified to become famous swords if they are nourished by fame.

Of course, it’s just a qualification.

The Star and Moon Singer never became famous until his death, but was hidden away by his master.

Qingju is famous all over the world, but in the end it was broken and no one cared about it after it was buried in the sword tomb.

This "elephant dragon"...

Never heard of it!

Elder Sang obviously didn't finish speaking. After a deliberate pause, he said:

"When the ten of them were seated, Kuileihan realized the divine thoughts, and the last eight were proficient in praying for thoughts. Cao used the elephant dragon to cross the eight and said: 'The way is different, and it is impossible to seek. With thoughts on this sword, success or failure depends on the sky.'"

"The eight masters of observing the elephant dragon were defeated and fell to ten levels."

"The eight masters will observe the elephant dragon again, and the elephant dragon creature will return to the sixth level."

"Kui Leihan then went back to the furnace and remade the Elephant Dragon. The Elephant Dragon was promoted to the third level. This sword was given to the Eight Masters, and then it came into my hands."

"Twenty years later, Xianglong will be ranked first."