The sunset is setting in the west, the sunset is like blood, so beautiful.
In the south courtyard, Li Ziye's mood was anything but beautiful.
No one will be in a better mood if someone slaps them in the face in front of them.
In the hospital, the atmosphere was very awkward.
Banbian Yue looked at the two childish guys in front of him, an old man and a young man, with a speechless expression.
These two people look like children.
Li Ziye's chest rose and fell in anger, feeling that his personality had been trampled and insulted!
It's not terrible to be humiliated. The key is that he can't talk back.
ah!
The energy in Li Ziye's body was rising rapidly, and he was about to be unable to suppress it.
"Elder Nan Lie, Xiao Ziye's sword is broken, can you help him repair it?"
Han Bianyue saw that the little guy in front of him had a tendency to burst out, so he hurriedly spoke.
"Does his broken sword still need to be repaired?"
Nan Lie said with a half-smile, "Besides, why should I help him repair it? I haven't eaten his rice."
"..."
Li Ziye stared at the old man in front of him with eyes burning with fire, wanting to burn him to death.
I have never seen such an irritating old man!
In front of the stove, Nan Lie felt someone's angry eyes, but he didn't show any weakness and stared back.
Just like that, the two of them looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes, as if lightning was colliding between them, crackling.
If looks could kill, perhaps the two of them have killed each other hundreds of times.
Ban Bianyue felt that the two people were already uncontrollable in anger, and quickly broke up the fight, saying, "Elder Nan Lie, Xiao Ziye still has a lot of black iron there. He said that he wanted to honor you, but in fact, Xiao Ziye still respects you very much. In order to find more black iron, I deliberately stayed at the bottom of the sea for more than half a day."
"besides?"
When Nan Lie heard this, his expression was slightly startled. After a moment, he came back to his senses and seemed to have figured out something. He sneered and said, "Honor me? If he wants to honor me, he brought it before. I think he wants to keep it for himself." Bar."
"this."
Li Ziye had a look of embarrassment on his face.
Exposed.
This person is so annoying!
He just wanted to keep it for himself and use it to marry his wife in the future.
"Xiao Ziye!"
On the side, Ban Yue saw someone still thinking wildly, and she was so angry, when did this happen.
Li Ziye came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him with confusion on his face.
What's wrong?
"Tell me, those black irons of yours are for honoring Elder Nan Lie!" Ban Yue was so anxious that he wanted to go up and beat him.
Li Ziye curled his lips and said no, he kept it for himself.
Banyue clenched her hands tightly, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes. Could she beat this kid first and then talk about the matter?
Li Ziye stiffened his neck and raised his head, seven of them dissatisfied and the other eight angry.
Neither humble nor arrogant, the true nature of a man!
The stove, the fire dances.
An old man and a young man were surrounded by rage that was burning fiercely, almost dazzling than a stove.
"Elder Nan Lie."
"Xiao Ziye."
Ban Yue looked at this one and then looked at the other one.
"Apologize!"
Nan Lie said.
"don't want!"
Li Ziye would never admit defeat.
"Give me the black iron."
Nan Lie said again.
"no!"
Li Ziye would never compromise.
"I can help you reforge your broken sword."
Nan Lie held his head high, his nostrils pointing to the sky, and said arrogantly, "Apologise, and all the black iron must be given to me!"
"sorry!"
Li Ziye immediately lowered his head and said with a humble expression.
Half Moon: "..."
Nan Lie: "..."
Half an hour later.
Li Ziye came to the south courtyard carrying a sack of black iron.
"Fuck, so many?"
Nan Lie was shocked and said, this one is equivalent to the production of Peach Blossom Island in three years.
"The Son of Destiny."
Li Ziye said very proudly, "That's how lucky you are."
"I admire you."
Nan Lie clicked his tongue and said, "Where is your broken sword?"
"it's here."
Li Ziye hurriedly handed over the sword that was broken into two pieces.
Nan Lie took the broken sword and frowned.
This is just broken, it will soon be broken into pieces of iron.
"Can it be fixed?"
Li Ziye stepped forward and asked nervously.
"With me, there is no such option."
Nan Lie said calmly, "Give me ten days to ensure that this sword will be restored to its original state, or even stronger than before."
"Is it true? Elder, although it is not illegal to break your promise, it is embarrassing."
Li Ziye asked suspiciously, why did he feel that the old man was bragging.
"If you don't believe me, get out of here."
Nan Lie felt very unhappy and said, "Don't come within ten days."
"Just leave."
Li Ziye raised his head and left the south courtyard without looking back.
"Elder Nan Lie, please."
On the side, Ban Yue bowed respectfully again and immediately stepped to follow.
After both of them left.
In the small courtyard.
Nan Lie looked at the broken Chunjun sword on the stove, his expression slightly condensed.
This sword has obviously been through too many battles and can no longer bear the heavy load.
It seems that the little guy's path to martial arts training is not going smoothly.
Under ordinary circumstances, how could a young man who was new to martial arts use a world-famous peerless magic weapon to bad use?
Even an old man like him, who rarely leaves Peach Blossom Island, has heard of the reputation of Chunjun Sword.
Unexpectedly, such a peerless magic weapon would be ruined by a boy from the Li family.
While thinking, Nan Lie picked up the Chunjun sword and looked at the breaks and cracks on it, one big and two big.
He seemed to be bragging a little too much.
Can this sword still be repaired?
Trouble, if you can't fix this, you will definitely be ridiculed by that kid.
Respect the elderly?
impossible.
Thinking of this, Nan Lie's expression became more solemn and he was in a bad mood.
One day later.
Outside the south courtyard.
Li Ziye came over with a plate of fresh fruit and shouted at the top of his lungs, "There are still nine days!"
After shouting, Li Ziye took a bite of the peach and turned around to leave.
"boom!"
In the courtyard, Nan Lie trembled with anger, and the hammer in his hand hit with a clang.
This kid just deserves a beating!
"Nanming True Flame!"
It is difficult for ordinary fire to melt into the material of a divine weapon. Nan Lie no longer hesitated, and the real energy around his body was activated. The four divine treasures roared, and with the blessing of special techniques, the true energy turned into true flames, improving the ability of ordinary fire.
In an instant, the colorless true flame surged and swallowed up Chunjun.
The terrifying temperature spread, and the entire south courtyard seemed to be on fire.
"Fuck."
Outside the hospital, Li Ziye felt something and was startled.
Has the old man stepped up his tactics?
This old man seems to have some skills, not just bragging.
but.
None of his business.
Li Ziye raised his head and left in a swaggering manner.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
In the south courtyard, Nan Lie was holding a hammer and beating the sword again and again, sweating profusely.
Sunset and moonrise.
The moon sets and the sun rises again.
Li Gouzi floated over again carrying a fruit plate.
"Eight days to go!"
Outside the hospital, Li Ziye shouted at the top of his lungs.
"boom!"
Nan Lie struck down hard with the hammer. If he wasn't still forging a sword, he would have thrown the hammer on someone's head.
I’ve never seen anything so in need of cleaning up!
"Xiao Ziye, if you don't practice your sword well, why are you here again?"
There was no trace of Li Gouzi early in the morning. Ban Yue immediately guessed where someone had gone and came to arrest him.
Sure enough, one catch is accurate.
"Just go back.
Li Ziye was taken away.
The next day.
"There are still seven days left!"
Li Gouzi was more punctual than the alarm clock. He stood outside the courtyard with his hands on his hips and yelled like a shrew.
"boom!"
In the courtyard, in front of the fire, Nan Lie's body trembled, and his copper-like eyes could kill someone.
"Xiao Ziye!"
Outside the hospital, Ban Yue hurried over, carrying someone away.
"Six days to go!"
"Five days left!"
"Four days left!"
Day after day, someone's lack of beating never changes.
Ban Bianyue was afraid that someone would be beaten to death. For several days, she got up before dawn to block people. The strange thing was that every time, she failed to block people and someone escaped.
Li Gouzi always came to the outside of the south courtyard on time and came to speak arrogantly.
"Elder Nan Lie is sorry."
I don’t know how many times I came to arrest someone. Outside the south courtyard, Ban Bian Yue looked at the old man who was forging a sword inside, said apologetically, and then left again with someone in his arms.
In the courtyard.
The sword-making comes at a critical moment.
Nan Lie took out three dragon scales. The three strongest scales around Ni Scale were difficult to damage by magic weapons.
In order to repair the cracks on the Chunjun sword, Nan Lie spent a lot of money to mend the sword with dragon scales.
The blazing true flame burns the dragon's scales.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
Day and night, the indestructible dragon scales finally melted away.
At the crack, the melted dragon scales continued to spread and merged into the sword body.
Sweat appeared on Nan Lie's face, but it was evaporated by the terrifying temperature. Nan Ming's true flame was immeasurable.
At the same time, in the small courtyard in the distance.
Li Ziye was also practicing his sword sweating profusely. When he was serious, he was not as heartless as he usually seemed.
It's not easy to block Elder Hauni's ten moves.
Li Ziye knew very well that he only had two chances left. If he failed again, he would never get the White Moon Stone.
This is the only divine thing within his reach now, and he must not give up.
In the small courtyard, the swords were shining and the swords were rustling. Li Ziye's sword was getting better and better day by day. In the past year of practicing martial arts, the progress was visible to the naked eye.
There are only a few geniuses like Mu Bai, Bai Wangyu and Sanzang in the world. They are very enviable, but they cannot be envied.
Li Ziye is trying to catch up in his own way.
Before the end is reached, the outcome is still uncertain.
"Uh-huh!"
The sword energy was like frost, and the sword was cold. Li Ziye held an iron sword in his hand and danced with the wind. If the person is faster, the sword is faster.
"Sister, help you."
On the side, Ban Yue saw this, said something, and immediately rushed forward with a black knife in hand.
Swords clash.
There was a thud, the remaining energy shook, and dust and sand flew all over the sky.
The sword is faster, the knife is faster, the two figures are intertwined, and the swords are intertwined.
The sonorous sounds are endless, and the competition of moves is so gorgeous that people are dazzled.
"Flying Immortal Technique!"
Stepping forward and concentrating, Li Ziye's figure is like an illusion, and his speed is extremely fast.
"The two swords want to separate from the wind!"
As he looked, two figures passed by, one from the left and one from the right.
"False and real."
Ban Bian Yue looked at the figures passing by from both sides, giving up one and killing the other.
There was a sudden earthquake, and the swords clashed again.
The afterimage disappeared and blood splattered.
Li Ziye's sword-holding hand was stained with a touch of vermilion, his expression slightly condensed, and he stepped back ten steps away.
"Flying Immortal Technique."
Before the move was made, Half Moon's eyes narrowed slightly and he immediately stepped forward.
The knife was as sharp as lightning, blocking the opportunity for the young man in front of him to make a move.
Suddenly, Li Ziye's offensive was limited, and it was difficult for Feixian Jue to show its edge.
"Flying Immortal Art, every move is a combination of body technique and sword technique. Your body technique is fast enough, and your sword technique is also fast enough. Unfortunately, there are obvious flaws in the connection between each move."
As he spoke, Ban Bianyue slashed the knife in his hand, and with a bang, the boy in front of him was knocked back a few steps again.
"besides."
The situation was advantageous, the offensive was continuous, half of the moon passed by like thunder, and the black sword moved with great force.
There was a sudden earthquake, and Li Ziye's hand holding the sword seemed to be unstable.
"Your sword is not overbearing enough!"
During the battle, Ban Bianyue showed no mercy in his attacks, showing off his unparalleled strength in every move.
Li Ziye stepped back again and again, his speed advantage completely suppressed by the power gap.
"third."
Ban Yue took five steps back.
Li Ziye caught a glimpse of the opportunity, and his figure immediately passed by, and in an extremely fast moment, he counterattacked forcefully.
Ban Bian Yue stared at the young man who was rushing towards him very quickly, with a flicker of light flashing in his eyes, and he swung his knife.
thumping!
The swords were handed over, and the sword broke in response.
"I have seen all the Flying Immortal Techniques you master. If you can't adapt, this will be the end."
As Ban Bianyue spoke, the broken sword plunged into the earth, buzzing and trembling.
Before becoming a true master, Li Ziye, who had gone through many hardships, actually seemed so vulnerable.
In the courtyard, Li Ziye stood there in a daze, unable to regain his consciousness for a while.
"Aunt Hong's test is that you ask her to block ten moves. This reminds you that if the same moves cannot be flexibly changed, they will not escape Aunt Hong's eyes."
Ban Bianyue reminded seriously, "There are no perfect moves in the world. The Flying Immortal Technique you have mastered only has five moves. Don't try to use the same moves to fight Aunt Hong. When you use the moves for the second time, your Defeat is doomed, unless you can change your moves and use all the martial arts you have mastered."
Three steps away, Li Ziye felt his heart surge as he listened to the woman in front of him.
"Xiao Ziye, change is the way to learn martial arts. If I guess correctly, people like the Fourth Prince of Dashang and Huo Lin'er of the Suzaku Sect should have touched this field."
Ban Yue looked at the young man in front of him and said softly, "If you want to catch up with them, you have to work harder."
Li Ziye paused slightly and came back to his senses. He clenched his hands tightly and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.
This time, he will definitely not fall behind others!
Just when Li Ziye was fully preparing for the next test.
South courtyard.
The sword-making process is at its final stage.
For seven consecutive days, Nan Lie's eyes were bloodshot and he looked a bit scary with his hair like weeds.
The dragon scales melt into the sword, repairing the blade and repairing the cracks.
However, the integration of the broken swords into one remains unresolved.
On this day, a dragon bone appeared in Nan Lie's hand.
Dragon's Backbone, Section 23, the only one in the world.
The true flames of the Southern Ming Dynasty are burned and refined, and the dragon's bones are tempered.
The last three days.
Success or failure depends on this.
Even the master forger Nan Lie tried to recast the broken sword for the first time.
Two days and two nights.
The two ends of the broken sword are connected to the dragon bone.
"boom!"
The hammer hits it, and it is tempered thousands of times.
After thousands of times of tempering, one sound after another, the day of making the sword finally arrived.
The bright moon is gone and the sun is rising.
On Peach Blossom Island, which had not yet fully awakened, a dragon roar suddenly sounded.
Looming and shocking.
All warriors can hear it.
"It's done!"
Li Ziye, Ban Yue and others felt this, and their expressions were all shocked.
South courtyard.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! I am indeed a genius!"
In the courtyard, arrogant and arrogant laughter sounded, deafening.
The moment the sword was formed, the dragon's blood was quenched, and a shocking divine weapon burst out with a shocking aura.
The pure Jun reappeared, with two colors of green and red flowing, and the sword body was densely covered with dragon patterns, as if it was alive, and the majestic and endless dragon's breath seemed to be invisible and visible, which was shocking to the world.
