Song Pingcun really didn't expect that the scene would turn out like this since the two women appeared.
The old man has been robbed of his virginity until now. It can be seen that he is really angry and a little aggrieved, but he has not yet become angry. From the beginning to now, he actually does not have much malice, so he quickly said: "Old senior, you ask, I I can’t guarantee that you’ll be satisfied, I’ll tell you what I can tell you.”
Aouti really didn't want to continue arguing with the two little girls. He was really afraid that if he couldn't keep his temper, his reputation for thousands of years would be ruined. He cleared his throat and said, "Where did the two artifacts in your hand come from?"
"My own." Song Pingcun felt relieved when he heard that he was asking this. He is not afraid even if the other party wants to snatch it away. The opponent cannot snatch the body of the wood spirit. As for the sword blank, it is not precious. There has been no actual combat in the past few years, and the Flame Sword has just solidified. .
"Do you know how to refine weapons?" Ao Ti felt a little happy. If it was true, wouldn't it be better?
"I don't understand, but I have my own method for forging this sword blank." Song Pingcun didn't hide it. From the moment they met, he knew that the old man was not a layman in weapon making, and there was no point in hiding it.
At this time, Nao Ti was already in ecstasy. He forgot that he had been robbed by the two women just now. He puffed up his chest and asked: "Little baby, do you know who I am?"
Song Pingcun saw that the other party suddenly changed directions, but he really didn't know who the other party was, so he had no choice but to tell the truth: "Old senior, I don't have much experience in my young age. Please forgive me, I really don't know who you are."
"I am the ancestor of Wanbao Sect, Ao Ti."
Song Pingcun was shocked. The old man in front of him was actually the ancestor of Wanbao Sect. Although he guessed that the old man would be related to Wanbao Sect, it still exceeded his guess. He clasped his fists respectfully and saluted, and said: "Senior Bo, I'm here, this boy Song Pingcun has met our ancestor."
Ao Ti nodded slightly, and then said: "Little baby, do you know why I am here today?"
Song Pingcun said secretly: How do I know why you are here? He had no choice but to reply: "You are stupid, I don't know what the ancestor is talking about?
"You and I are destined. I want to accept you as my disciple and teach you the weapon refining method of Wanbao Sect." Nao Ti stopped talking nonsense and got ready to wait for Song Pingcun to kneel down and become his disciple.
There was no movement for a while. Looking around, Song Pingcun's eyes were confused, but he didn't move at all. He said angrily, "What? Ancestor, I still can't teach you how to refine weapons?"
"No. I have a master." Song Pingcun really didn't expect this was Nao Ti's plan, but he really didn't want to become a master. For others, it was a great opportunity, but for him it was not that important, or even insignificant.
"Who is your master?" Although Song Pingcun didn't tell him at first, Nao Ti also expected it. After all, how could such a genius not have a master. But even if he is a disciple of any sect, if he wants to accept a disciple, he is afraid that Song Pingcun's master will also follow him and become a disciple, and it will be too late to be happy.
"It seems that he has died." Although Song Pingcun knew that his master was called Zong Hua in Poyuan Sect, and he also heard from three senior brothers that he was accepting disciples on behalf of his master, he was not sure whether it was true death or something else.
"What does it mean to seem?"
"Even I don't know. It was three senior brothers who accepted disciples on my behalf. To be precise, they should be considered my nephews." Song Pingcun answered honestly. There was nothing to hide. Since the other party is the ancestor of Wanbao Sect, it is not a problem to find out his identity. Wasn't his identity found out in Shennong Sect?
After hearing this, Ao Ti roughly guessed that Song Pingcun was so talented that no one in his sect dared to accept him as a disciple, so he used the name of his senior to accept him as a disciple to avoid embarrassment in the future.
"Then you should know your master's name, right?" Ao Ti thought to himself that if he was really a powerful disciple from another generation, it would be hard to force others to do anything.
"The first master defeated Yuan Zong, Zong Hua."
"Po Yuan Sect? Zong Hua?" Nao Ti was surprised when he first heard that it was Po Yuan Sect. This was just a third-class sect that was not popular. It had been on the edge for many years. Even if he had not been involved in worldly affairs in these hundreds of years, It won't be much of an achievement. As for Zong Hua, after thinking about it for a long time, he never remembered that Po Yuan Zong and his contemporaries didn't have this name, and they didn't know how many generations they had died. "I really haven't heard of it. Either it's been too long, or your master's reputation is not that good."
Aoti couldn't explain his guess, so he could only be more tactful. After thinking about it, he said, "Did your master leave those two artifacts to you?"
"No, I have had the black stick since I was a child. I asked the sect's Jiang Workshop to forge the sword blank for me. I want to gradually forge and refine it using the skills left by my ancestors. This has just begun." Since Song Pingcun said it, it doesn't matter. , the sword blank will not be a secret from now on, it doesn't hurt to tell it. As for the black stick, no one knew what it was and didn't bother to explain it.
"Come with me." After calming down, Autik returned to normal and walked to the iron frame. Since this kid respects his master, let me show you the difference between me and your no longer master.
Song Pingcun had already let go. The other party's tone and demeanor were normal, and he didn't mind walking over.
"Give me your sword blank." Ao Ti turned on the stove without even looking at Song Pingcun, and a ball of hot air rushed out instantly.
"Senior, are you trying to..." Song Pingcun was confused.
"How can Ancestor break his word? Since you said your answer satisfies me, I will give you a good fortune. First, let you see if Ancestor is qualified to give you a good fortune." Aoti was at this moment. Extremely confident. When it comes to refining weapons on Blue Star, he really has nothing to fear from anyone.
Song Pingcun hesitated for a moment, then handed over the sword blank.
Ao Ti took it and stroked it with his palm from the tip of the sword to the back. Because the sword blank had not yet wrapped around the hilt, it was completely one piece at this time. If it weren't for the special material, it wouldn't be much different from a child's toy sword.
"Well, the Yuan Stone is good, but it's not pure enough. When you first start forging it, you should want to calcine the impurities during the battle and use the enemy's energy and spirit to fill the space left by the removal of the impurities. If this was created by your master The technique is quite insightful. However, as far as I know, this technique has long been eliminated because the enemy has too much energy and spirit, which will make your sword rough. After connecting with your mind, if you are not mentally strong enough, you will be easily affected by the sword. The time spent on suppressing the sword body is longer than the time spent on forging it, so the gain outweighs the loss." Ao Ti only touched it once and already made it clear about the forging and future problems of Song Pingcun's sword blank.
That's because he didn't know that Song Ping had Jishan Ce, and he could use Jishan Ce to baptize these mixed spirits. For this alone, the ancestor of Wanbao Sect is well-deserved.
Ao Ti glanced at Song Pingcun and saw that his expression was normal. He was only slightly moved. He felt inexplicably that this boy was too arrogant. The ancestor explained to you patiently. He was not just asking you to listen. He didn't say anything after listening. ?
It's a pity that Song Pingcun didn't say anything, because although what Ao Ti said was accurate, the result he was worried about was not a problem at all for Song Pingcun.
Aou Ti was cruel and pointed at a "rope" as thin as a chopstick that Song Pingcun had seen on the iron frame nearby and said, "Can you tell what material it is made of?"
Song Pingcun picked up the soft rope and carefully identified it. In fact, he really didn't know, but with the cheating artifact Ji Shance, he soon knew it. He opened his mouth and said: "Ten thousand years of deep sea cold iron."
No wonder there is a cold light radiating from it, the material itself is bone-chillingly cold. But why is this hard material now like a spring?
"Oh! You are really discerning." Aoti was surprised that Song Pingcun recognized it so quickly. In addition to admiring it, he continued: "Your sword is too strong, and it will be very vulnerable to injuries in the future, and it may not be possible to kill the enemy." It can complement the sword body, and it may become a famous sword in the future, but it is not a perfect sword body."
Song Pingcun nodded, this is indeed inevitable, but as long as the sword body exists, even the broken sword may not be a big killer.
"Look at this flying rope made by Han Tie." Seeing Song Pingcun finally nodded, Ao Ti took what he called the flying rope made by deep sea cold iron and waved it in the air. The circle state completely disappeared, and only a hard rope was seen inserted directly into the sky.
From soft to hard in just one swipe, the change is truly magical. Nao Ti lowered the cold iron, which was more than a foot long, and waved it down. He heard the sound of wind with a scream, indicating that the hardness of the cold iron was still not inferior to the original material.
"Try attacking!" Ao Ti pointed at Hantie Feitiansuo and said proudly.
Song Pingcun didn't hesitate, he didn't even need to wave the wood spirit body he held in his hand, he just hit Hantie Feitiansuo at lightning speed.
There was a "click", and except for the sizzling sound of the fire flames, the scene suddenly became completely quiet.
