Repeatedly, the water in the south of the Yangtze River is covered with silver gravel islands. The misty morning mist shimmers slightly, with a thin layer of polish.
The bamboo on the long wrist is dotted with circles, and the scales and horns are filled with flavor, and the clear sleeves are swaying when you click your tongue.
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Ao Ti looked at the Feitiansuo broken into two pieces and felt like crying without tears. Although it is not a finished product yet, it is still a fine product forged from deep-sea cold iron that has lasted for thousands of years, a rare hard thing in the world. After pretending to be 13, the old man was full of confidence and ended up like this. You can imagine how painfully he was hit.
Although Mu Ling did not show up, he was extremely contemptuous in his heart and was competing with me! A stick will let you know what hardness means! The young man’s is really hard!
Ao Ti, who originally wanted to show off, was speechless for a long time. Song Pingcun knew that he was in trouble, so he quickly put the wood spirit body behind him. As soon as he let go, the wood spirit took advantage of the stunned moment and turned into a wooden hairpin and inserted it into Song Pingcun's hair. The wood spirit also quickly restrained its aura. This was the first time since arriving at Blue Star that it had to hide its aura.
Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui next to them couldn't help laughing when they saw this scene.
"Um...Senior, I'm sorry." Song Pingcun really didn't expect this result.
"That black stick of yours..." Ao Ti couldn't see him from left to right, but he could no longer sense it with his spiritual sense. "Forget it, I know it's not a mortal thing."
Aoti threw down half of the deep-sea cold iron in his hand, suddenly remembered something, and said to Song Pingcun: "You'd better hide that black stick, and never show it in front of others. Once it is exposed, no one will be left alive."
When he said the last sentence, Ao Ti's eyes were cold. His eyes looked at Liu Yiyi and Wen Hui who were still beside Song Pingcun, and seemed to look at the four people who were still outside the building on the street.
"Senior Nao, don't worry. These are all trustworthy people!" Song Pingcun was startled, and the meaning in his eyes couldn't be more obvious. But Song Pingcun felt very warm. He broke an artifact and did not think about the loss. Instead, he reminded himself to protect and hide it first. In Nao Ti's eyes, Song Pingcun was only at the peak of his physical realm. If he encountered someone who was unreasonable or greedy, it would be normal for him to kill and rob others.
"Don't trust people easily. There are some secrets that you shouldn't even tell the person next to you. All secrets are safest when no one knows them." Ao Ti glanced at him again. At this age, he still couldn't see through some things. Sometimes the person who hurts you happens to be the person you trust the most.
"Thank you, Senior Nao, I will remember it." Song Pingcun sincerely handed over his hand. At this time, he trusted and thanked Nao Ti from the bottom of his heart. He could understand that in Ao Chi's understanding, such a treasure would never be easily revealed to others, and it was only revealed just now when he was trying to protect himself in a crisis. So if these people who follow Song Pingcun have even the slightest distrust, they must not hold back, otherwise there will be endless troubles in the future.
"That's the case, let's not talk about it. You have experienced it yourself just now. The sword is too strong, just like the cold iron of the deep sea. It will break when it encounters something stronger." Bo Ti is a man who has matured with age. Hurry up and make up for the face you lost earlier.
"You are stupid, senior Ao, please tell me if you have anything to say." Song Pingcun asked sincerely this time.
"It's like..." Originally, Nao Ti wanted to say that he was as tough as Deep Sea Cold Iron, but when he thought of the scene just now, he couldn't continue. When he saw the two little girls next to him who were holding back their laughter, his mind went crazy. Zhuan continued: "Weapon refining pays attention to yin and yang. No matter how hard the material is, there are materials that are hedged, but steel can be made into a finger-wrenching softness. That kind of combination of hardness and softness is suitable for a sword like yours. I will let you do it today. Open your eyes, what is a weapon refining?"
I saw that Ao Ti no longer struggled with his face falling to the ground. On his left hand, the red crystals on the ground entered the furnace. Suddenly, the height of the flames in the furnace that was originally surging with flames was reduced a lot. It was just less than five inches higher than the edge. , holding Song Pingcun's sword blank in his right hand and repeatedly roasting it on the fire, but not letting the fire concentrate, it was more like heating.
Then there was another area on the left hand, and a small ball of gold wire appeared in the wine gourd. The spiritual energy emanating from the thick palm was divided into countless parts, and the gold wire was arranged neatly along the hot sword blank like an inlay. , evenly spaced, with thirteen golden threads arranged on the three-finger-wide sword blank, and then they were broken.
Song Pingcun noticed that when Ao Ti cut the silk thread, his spiritual energy gathered into a knife. Instead of cutting with one knife, he swung countless knives in an instant. However, because the movement was too fast, the shadow did not have time to dissipate. Instead, it looked like one knife. Song Pingcun couldn't help but secretly thought Ask Ji Shance, what on earth is this?
"Golden cicada silk is the same material as the little gown Liu Yiyi gave you."
Song Pingcun took a breath of cold air. The small gown can be soft or hard, and the material is simply indescribable. Liu Yiyi once said that when wearing the small gown, almost no one on the Blue Star could hurt him with physical attacks, which shows how valuable this golden silk is.
After thirteen golden cicada silk threads were arranged on both sides of the sword blank, Ao Ti said to Song Pingcun, use your spiritual power to use the method you usually use to forge this sword blank.
Because of the relationship between the wood spirit and Jin Chansi just now, Song Pingcun no longer doubted that Nao Ti had other intentions. The thunder beads in the air sea moved together, and the stagnation fire flame determination method was activated. The fire aura contained a little bit of thunder and lightning spiritual power, which was just enough to be accepted by the Yuanshi sword blank.
Ao Ti's eyes widened when he saw it. He thought that Song Ping had already taken precautions against the problem with the sword blank when he was forging it. The lightning spiritual power was compressed to enhance the hardness, while the flame spiritual power was repaired and the control was precise.
For half an hour, for an hour, the method Ao Ti originally planned to replenish Song Pingcun's spiritual power was useless. He seemed to have endless spiritual power. For two hours, Ao Ti kept directing the intensity and direction of Song Pingcun's flame and lightning spiritual power.
"Boy, can you still hold on to your spiritual power?" Ao Ti was already a little worried that Song Pingcun was overdrafting.
"It's okay, senior. You don't need to use your spiritual sense to detect. I can continue this intensity forever. You don't have to worry." Song Pingcun gave an evaluation that made Ao Ti An Dao really a monster.
Seeing that Song Pingcun was really fine, Ao Ti still held the sword blank in his right hand. In his left hand, the tens of thousands of years of deep-sea cold iron that had been broken into two pieces was sucked into his palm. The flames rose, melting and adding drop by drop to the Yuanshi sword blank. On top, add a drop of Song Pingcun's thunder and lightning power and hit it. The gas will cover the Yuanshi sword base, and the thunder and fire from the sky will melt the deep sea cold iron into the sword base with the flow of fire.
The old man and the young man stood by the fire for a whole day, and until noon on the second day, not a single bit of the ten thousand-year deep-sea cold iron was left, and all of it was integrated into the Yuanshi sword blank. Ao Ti's eyes were bloodshot, which was the result of huge mental exertion, and then his face showed extreme excitement. "Boy, now is the time. Pour all the spiritual power seeds from your sea of consciousness into the sword blank."
"Ah? All of them." Song Pingcun was shocked.
"What are you doing, Momojiji, hurry up!" Aoti glared at Song Pingcun with a pair of red eyes.
With just one glance, Song Pingcun saw too much heat and expectation. He gritted his teeth and the spiritual seeds in the sea of consciousness flew out from Baihui Point. The size of rice grains was like moths flying into the fire, and they rushed directly into the sword blank covered by thunder and fire.
A burst of severe pain came from the sea of consciousness, but a little light flashed in Zifu. Through the Shenting, passing through Shangxing, Luhui, Qianding and Baihui, the mental control of the front and back was connected into a whole, and the whole person suddenly woke up. .
Nao Ti had already made preparations, and it was up to him to seal the spiritual power seeds in the end, but Song Pingcun became clear in just the blink of an eye. Even though he was surprised, he stopped talking nonsense and said: "Fire spiritual power seals, The thunder spirit power is added."
Song Pingcun adjusted the fire and thunder power of the Sky Thunder Pearl to complete the seal in sequence. On the seal, a thunderbolt symbol was engraved on the flame symbol.
Ao Ti held the sword in his right hand and pierced Song Pingcun's middle finger with his sword while everyone was stunned.
At this time, Song Pingcun was running the Jishan Heart Sutra and the Stagnation Fire Flame Art at full strength. His energy and blood were so strong that he couldn't stop the essence and blood from overflowing. He saw the essence and blood flow along the tip of the sword, through the blood groove of the sword base, and directly reached the thunder mark on the hilt. Everywhere blends into it, and there is a faint hint of red in the middle of the blood groove of the sword blank.
Song Pingcun didn't have time to think about it, and with the thought of self-preservation, the figure pulled back and saw the sword originally held in Ao Ti's hand following closely behind. The man stopped, the sword stopped, the sword tip pointed outward, and the hilt was in Song Pingcun's open palm due to accumulating strength, and it was still filled with scorching heat.
"This..." Song Pingcun was in a daze.
Liu Yiyi's figure had already soared into the air, and the wind from her palm suddenly turned less than a foot in front of Ao Ti, sending water mist rising from a water tank next to her and penetrating the wall of the wooden house.
Aoti's laughing voice stopped abruptly, his silver hair was still flying at his temples, and his eyes were filled with horror. This woman who had been ignored by him and had no cultivation was now hanging in the air like a murderous god. A little later and he would have been wiped out.
"Yiyi, stop." Only then did Song Pingcun react and shout.
"Haha, haha, haha..." Aouti suddenly seemed to have been hit hard and laughed wildly, "Do evil! Do evil!"
