In the bronze furnace.
The moment the furnace lid was opened, the zhenqi that filled the furnace instantly surged up, and Chu Xiu, who was suspended in the center of the furnace, fell directly.
Before he could react, a bloody stream of light wrapped directly around his neck, and the furnace lid closed in an instant.
what's the situation?
Chu Xiu was immediately stunned.
When he reacted, the blood-red viper had bitten his shoulder.
The poison seeped into his body, but Chu Xiu remained indifferent and pulled the bloody viper straight.
"Food prepared for me?"
Chu Xiu whispered, and the true energy around him burst out again, filling the entire furnace.
His body levitated again.
Chu Xiu first drank the snake's blood, then grilled the snake's meat on the scorching hot wall, and finally felt full.
Outside the bronze furnace.
"I almost forgot, this kid has cold poison in his body and is immune to all poisons." Chen Changsheng muttered, feeling a little disappointed.
"..."
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Wuzhou, also known as Nanjiang, is located outside the southern border of the Daqian royal family.
There are many mountains here, and there are many tigers, leopards, and wolves; the deep forests and valleys are filled with poisonous fog and miasma, and there are countless poisonous insects and poisonous snakes. The environment is extremely harsh.
In the Daqian Dynasty, some criminals who committed serious crimes were often sent to the southern border areas.
In the southern border area, there are nearly a hundred tribes, all of whom believe in the legendary witch and poison god, and the techniques of witchcraft and poison are prevalent.
Qingmingyuan is located in the hinterland of southern Xinjiang. The abyss is filled with poisonous miasma, and even among the powerful people from all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang, few dare to enter the Qingming Abyss.
In recent days, there has been some excitement around Qing Mingyuan.
Zhujian Villa invites strong men from all over the world to come to Qingmingyuan to look for the Black Immortal Stone. He also promised that whoever can find the Black Immortal Stone, Sword Casting Villa can help cast a magical weapon for free.
All of a sudden, many wealthy people from the world came to Qing Mingyuan.
Not everyone is looking for the magic weapon created by the Sword Forging Villa, there are also some people who purely value the Black Immortal Stone.
Around Qingmingyuan, there were more than ten people covered with veils, exploring around the cliff, looking for a way to go deep into the abyss.
Mr. Qin, the sword master from the Sword Making Villa, just took a look at Yuan Cliff and felt that he could not breathe easily. He quickly took an antidote pill and retreated three to four feet.
The thick blue-gray miasma filled the Qingming Abyss, making it difficult to approach.
In the past two days, more than ten martial arts masters have braved the miasma and entered Qingmingyuan, but none of them came back.
This made many of the experts who came to Qingmingyuan feel gloomy and did not dare to enter the abyss rashly.
"We must find a way to avoid the poisonous miasma." Master Qin frowned and said nothing.
"I can arrange a zhenqi protection outside the body, but the Qingmingyuan is too deep, and the deeper you go down, the more poisonous the poisonous miasma becomes...
Even I can only go down to 600 feet at most, and going down any further would be a bit dangerous. "
The speaker was Zhu Zhaodan from Liangzhou. He was over fifty and at the peak of the Tongyou Realm. He had been on the Xiaoyao Ranking for half a year.
This morning, as soon as he arrived at Qingmingyuan, he tried it. As a result, when he went six hundred feet deep into Qingmingyuan, he felt a little dangerous and did not dare to continue deeper.
"You will consume too much when you do that." Master Qin sighed softly, "I don't know what kind of poison is in the Qingming Abyss. I must leave enough skill and physical strength."
Zhu Zhaodan glanced at Qing Mingyuan and said thoughtfully: "There should be many people among the tribes in southern Xinjiang who are good at detoxification. Why don't you find some local strong men to try?"
"Most of them avoid this place." Master Qin said, "An elder of the Yanwu tribe said that this is the place where the Gu demon fell, and the contamination is unknown."
"Gu demon? Haha, do you believe it?" Zhu Zhaodan smiled half-heartedly.
Master Qin smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. What's important is that most people from all ethnic groups in southern Xinjiang believe it."
"Most people? Some of you don't believe it?" Zhu Zhaodan said softly.
Master Qin whispered: "I heard that there is a woman from the Yanwu tribe who once entered Qingmingyuan."
"Who?" Zhu Zhaodan asked.
Since Master Qin in front of him said this, he obviously hoped that he would find this woman.
"Duoya Cailin." Master Qin said, "She was regarded as unknown by the Yanwu tribe and has been imprisoned in the snake cave of the Yanwu tribe."
"Snake cave? I'm going to invite her to come." Zhu Zhao smiled boldly, turned and left.
Master Qin looked at Qing Mingyuan again, a flash of ambition flashed in his eyes, and whispered: "As long as I have a piece of black immortal stone, I will definitely be able to create the best magic weapon in the world."
As one of the most reputable swordsmiths in the world, Master Qin has forged many magical weapons. In the past ten years, all the magical weapons he has forged have been included in the weapons catalogue.
Since he became a foundry master, he has had an obsession in his heart.
Now, as his casting skills become more and more perfect, the obsession in his heart becomes stronger...
He wants to forge the greatest magic weapon in history!
Casting magic weapons not only requires the casting level of the caster, but also requires the best materials.
Black fairy stone is one of the best casting materials in Master Qin's mind.
"Master Qin, a big man is coming here carrying a big stove." A disciple from the Sword Making Villa came to report.
"Carrying a big stove?" Master Qin was startled.
The disciples of the Sword Making Villa nodded quickly, "It's very big. The disciples looked at the furnace and it was almost two feet high."
Master Qin was a little confused, turned around and looked north, his pupils narrowed.
A tall man covered in bronze, carrying a giant bronze furnace on his shoulders, was running quickly as if he was strolling in a courtyard.
The surrounding wealthy businessmen and the disciples of the Sword-making Villa also looked over, most of them with expressions of shock, and many of them were dumbfounded.
It's really... this big bronze furnace is really too big.
This bronze tall man is obviously tall, but he looks extremely powerful against the backdrop of this bronze furnace.
The person who came was none other than Zhao Wangsun, the fourth teacher of Zhuque Academy.
Seeing the crowd around Qing Mingyuan, he was a little surprised.
After approaching, a message rang in his ears, and a strange look flashed in Zhao Wangsun's eyes.
"Are you the fourth gentleman of the academy?" someone shouted hesitantly.
Zhao Wangsun smiled and said: "I didn't expect that someone here actually knows me."
"Zhao Wangsun..." Master Qin whispered, looking at Zhao Wangsun.
He remembered that this fourth gentleman of the academy was able to become Dean Feng's personal disciple because he was proficient in the art of casting.
Zhao Wangsun carried the bronze furnace and walked to the edge of the Qingmingyuan cliff. He glanced at the blue-gray poisonous miasma in the abyss valley and chuckled: "The poisonous miasma blocks the way, making it really difficult to get down."
Master Qin asked: "Mr. Fourth is also here to look for the Black Immortal Stone?"
Zhao Wangsun glanced at Master Qin, "Are you Qin Wuhen from Zhujian Villa?"
"That's me." Master Qin nodded slightly.
"If there are more black immortal stones at the bottom of the abyss, I can give you one." Zhao Wangsun smiled and said, "If there is only one, give it to me."
Everyone around them held their breath slightly.
Master Qin sneered: "Whatever I want, I don't need a junior to give it to me."
"Do you have a way to get down?" Zhao Wangsun asked with a smile.
Master Qin said calmly: "Mr. Fourth is Dean Feng's disciple. He definitely disdains using my method."
Zhao Wangsun nodded, and then his right shoulder shook. The bronze furnace on his shoulder immediately flew up, fell into Qingmingyuan, and fell rapidly.
Everyone was shocked.
"When you cast something, you cast yourself first." Zhao Wangsun smiled proudly and said leisurely, "My most successful casting was myself."
After saying that, he also jumped directly into Qingmingyuan.
"Zhu Ji? What a madman." Master Qin whispered, feeling shocked beyond words, vaguely understanding why Dean Feng accepted this person as his direct disciple.
Forge masters, paranoia, madness... sometimes it is easier to forge magical weapons.
"Master, I have thought of a way to get down." A handsome young man standing near Master Qin suddenly shouted.
Master Qin was startled and quickly looked at the young man.
This young man's name is Qin Cai, and he is Master Qin's youngest direct disciple.
The rest of the people also looked at Qin Cai, curious about what Qin Cai had thought of.
