Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly turned around and jumped away, then pulled out the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword and split the poisonous snake open with one strike.
This venomous snake is six meters long, and it is scary to see the snake blood flowing from its body.
At this moment, the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword in his hand suddenly buzzed and vibrated, causing the tiger's mouth in his hand to feel numb. At the same time, the Weeping Blood Stone actually glowed red.
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed out of the thick fog, as fast as lightning, quickly came to his side, snatched the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword from his hand, and then jumped onto a sword-making furnace.
"Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword..." The black ape-like shadow suddenly made a low and hoarse voice.
After he finished speaking, he waved the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword left and right, and saw powerful sword energy shooting out in all directions. There were constant banging sounds, and the surrounding fire exploded. Twelve sword-making furnaces ignited at the same time, and the flames soared into the sky, even shocking.
The strange man flew down. He was unkempt and his appearance was unclear, but his hair and beard were all gray, his gray-black clothes were in tatters, and there were green vines hanging all over his body.
He snorted disdainfully, then raised the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword and said: "The Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword is nothing more than that!"
"Old senior, the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword is Master Brahma's masterpiece. How can you say that?"
Obviously, Ye Zhenfeng's words had angered the strange man. He punched Ye Zhenfeng with his palm, and a circle of spiritual light burst out, knocking him down heavily on a piece of earth and rock.
"Huh?" The weirdo was stunned, jumped up, picked him up again, then reached out and tapped several large acupoints on his body quickly.
The weirdo frowned and said in astonishment: "Strange... brat, why don't you have any martial spirit in your body? How could this iron-blooded Cangming Sword fall into the hands of a useless person like you?"
This weirdo's words were really unpleasant, and he injured Ye Zhenfeng for no reason. Ye Zhenfeng felt unhappy in his heart, and couldn't help but become stubborn. He turned around and said, "Why should I tell you? Humph!"
"Ouch! You little bastard, honestly, did you steal this sword? What is your purpose in coming to the Sword Forging Valley?"
"This sword is mine! It has signed a blood contract with me. Otherwise, it would not be opened. If you don't believe me, take a look!"
"How is it possible? How is it possible? How could such a sword fall into the hands of a person who doesn't even have a martial spirit?" The weirdo was puzzled.
Ye Zhenfeng's shoulder was so painful from his scratching that he said: "Let me go quickly and return the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword to me!"
The weirdo let him go, then raised his sword and sneered: "What's the rush? Will I snatch the sword from you? I'm just borrowing it for a closer look!"
Even though Ye Zhenfeng Sword said that the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword was not good, his eyes were filled with envy. Looking at the thick calluses on his right hand, he was obviously a swordsmith.
Then he straightened his clothes and said with a sneer: "Old man, I advise you not to look at it. It's all in vain anyway. Master Brahma is the best swordsmith in the world. Who do you think you are? You are so careful. Looking at this sword, do you want to steal it?"
"You...what are you talking about? I am a majestic master of swordsmithing and an unparalleled master of swordsmithing. How can I secretly learn how to forge swords from Fentian?"
The weirdo's face turned red with anger. It was obvious that Ye Zhenfeng had stepped on his sore spot.
"Earth Casting?" Ye Zhenfeng looked at the person in front of him in astonishment, and hurriedly stepped forward to salute, saying: "You are actually the Earth Casting Master! It turns out you are not dead!"
"Hmph! That old guy Fentian won't even kill me even if he dies!"
"But...it is rumored that everyone in the Sword Forging Valley has died, and only Master Fentian is left..."
Di Zhu pushed the hair from his eyes and said: "The dead person is Fentian, and the living person is me, Di Zhu... Hahaha! I am the only one who survives, and I will make a sword even more powerful than Fentian." !Ahahaha!Ahahaha!”
Dizhu's laughter echoed in the empty Sword Forging Valley. No one responded to him. The only ones who could respond to him were the twelve sword forging furnaces.
I don’t know why, but that laughter seems so lonely and helpless.
Looking at Di Zhu's crazy behavior, Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but feel a little pity for him. Even if he is a genius, he will eventually be lonely one day. He didn't expect that he would become like this because of a catastrophe.
The sky and the earth are old and vast, and heroes are short of breath and no longer young.
Presumably, the world thought that the person who survived was Master Fentian, but the person who really survived was Master Dizhu.
He hurriedly said: "Master Earth Casting, what happened that year?"
Di Zhu looked at him, suddenly pouted, held the Iron Blood Cang Ming Sword in his arms, snorted coldly, raised his head and said, "Why should I tell you?"
"Uh..." Looking at his expression, Ye Zhenfeng felt like he was imitating his previous tone.
I couldn't help but smile to myself. This Earth Casting Master is quite cute when he's crazy. Since he has a child's nature, why don't I just tease him on purpose.
Ye Zhenfeng yawned, and then said: "It doesn't matter if you don't say it, I know it anyway..."
"What? You...what do you know?" Di Zhu hugged the sword and bent down to look at him.
Ye Zhenfeng put his hands on his hips and said triumphantly: "When I came up, I heard from Mr. Shu that there are two peerless sword-making masters in the Sword-making Valley, one is called Fentian and the other is called Dizhu..."
"Yes, yes, you are right!" Dizhu was very satisfied with how the outside world evaluated him.
He smiled crookedly, then flew up onto a clod of soil, leaned over and looked at Di Zhu, and said: "Everyone says that Master Fentian's sword-making skills are much better than Master Di Zhu's, and Master Di Zhu is very jealous. , so he set fire to the Sword Forging Valley and ran away."
"Bullshit, all bullshit! Who said it was me who burned down the Sword Forging Valley? The person who burned down the Sword Forging Valley was obviously Fentian! Also, Fentian's sword-making skills have always been inferior to mine, how could he say that he was better than me? How much taller am I? Which storyteller did you listen to? I'm going to break his neck!"
Seeing Di Zhu being so irritable, Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly stuck out his tongue, thinking that he was in trouble now, and the storyteller at the foot of the mountain would be in trouble!
He hurriedly stepped forward and explained: "Actually, he didn't say it was much higher, just a little higher..." After saying that, he smiled awkwardly.
Di Zhu shouted angrily: "How much is one drop? How much is one drop!"
He hurriedly stretched out his hand to make a gesture, and then said: "It's just...only one foot taller than you!"
"What? One foot?!" Di Zhu's eyes widened and he looked straight at him with disheveled hair.
Ye Zhenfeng hurriedly shrank his neck, making a gurgling sound in his throat, swallowed his saliva, and then said: "One inch... I made a mistake, it was just one inch!"
"No, not even an inch taller! Not even a little bit taller! I'm taller than him, I'm taller than him!"
Dizhu had obviously entered a state of madness. He was jumping up and down with the Iron-Blooded Cangming Sword in his arms, shaking his head desperately. Then he stood next to Ye Zhenfeng, trying to tiptoe, and shouted: "The sword-making skills are better than mine! Even the height is higher than mine. Not even!"
His two sentences were really powerful, like a roaring lion, a powerful aura rushed towards Ye Zhenfeng's face, almost knocking him down. Not only that, the fires on the twelve sword-making furnaces jumped upward at the same time.
Ye Zhenfeng thought to himself, this Earth Casting Master is really crazy. He holds the Iron-Blooded Cang Ming Sword in his hand. If one goes berserk, he might chop off my head.
He stretched out his hand to wipe the sweat on his forehead, jumped up and said, "That's right! Fentian is nothing, let me just say that Master Dizhu is the best swordsmith in the world!"
"Wait a minute! Boy, what did you...what did you say just now?" Di Zhu's eyes trembled, and his facial muscles twitched slightly.
He grabbed Ye Zhenfeng's wrist, and felt that his strength was so strong that he might be able to crush him. He hurriedly said: "I...I said Fentian is nothing..."
"No, it's the last sentence."
"You are the best swordsmith in the world."
"Brilliant! That's right! That's right! You are so right! So right! I, Dizhu, am the best sword master in the world! I am!" He was so excited that he held the sword with both hands and looked up to the sky and roared.
Ye Zhenfeng looked at Di Zhu laughing and crying. He was really pitiful and thought to himself, this Master Di Zhu is really an idiot.
I have spent my whole life on making swords, and I have lived my whole life chasing the world's best sword-making master. I have drawn the earth as a prison and cannot escape, alas...
"By the way, Master Earthcasting, what exactly happened in the Sword Forging Valley seven years ago?"
His previous flattery was on point, which made Di Zhu very happy and said:
"It's all Fentian's fault. Back then, I forged a divine sword that was more powerful than him. He was not convinced, so he sacrificed his body to the sword, jumped into the sword-making furnace, and forged a sword that was frightening to everyone in the world. ——The World-Destroying Divine Sword.”
"Sacrificing one's body to a sword is a taboo for the sword-making sect. Fentian is really despicable! In the end, he turned into the sword demon heart. As soon as the World-Destroying Divine Sword came out, he used the fire of burning sky to kill everyone in the Sword-making Valley. Everyone, the World-Destroying Divine Sword flew out of the Sword Forging Valley and disappeared."
"In the past seven years, I have been looking for the World-Destroying Divine Sword everywhere, but there was no news, so I returned to the Sword-Forging Valley. Unexpectedly, the World-Destroying Divine Sword was too powerful, and the aura of the demonic sword has been lingering in the Sword-Forging Valley."
"This place is as terrifying as the underworld. There is fog all year round, and withered bones and souls are floating around in the valley at night. So far, no one dares to break into the Sword Forging Valley."
"But this is good, it will make it easier for me to forge swords here. I swear, I will forge a sword that is more powerful than the World-Destroying Divine Sword..."
After listening to Di Zhu's story, Ye Zhenfeng thought to himself, no wonder people said that there was still a faint sound of forging in the Sword Forging Valley, and they all thought it was the undead, but they didn't expect that Master Di Zhu was forging swords here.
Ye Zhenfeng said: "Master Dizhu, don't get excited yet. I believe that given time, you will be able to forge a more powerful sword!"
After listening to this, Master Dizhu calmed down a little. Ye Zhenfeng took the opportunity to ask again: "Master Dizhu, do you know if there is a Qi Transformation Fruit in this Sword Forging Valley?"
Di Zhu frowned, then glanced at him and snorted: "Humph! Boy, why are you asking about the Qi Transformation Fruit?"
Ye Zhenfeng was overjoyed, and then said: "To be honest, the purpose of my coming to Sword Forging Valley this time is for this Qi Transformation Fruit."
Di Zhu's eyes rolled up and down, then he reached out and patted Ye Zhenfeng's chest, laughing loudly and saying, "Well, if you want this Qi Transformation Fruit, you must promise me one thing."
"Huh? What's going on..." Ye Zhenfeng couldn't help but put his hand on his chest with some worry, fearing that the crazy old man in front of him might have some wrong thoughts.
Di Zhu raised his head and smiled: "Stay in the Sword Forging Valley and accompany me to forge the peerless divine sword. In this way, I promise to give you the Qi Transformation Fruit."
"Forging a peerless sword? But...but I haven't learned how to make a sword, so I'm afraid I won't be able to do it!"
Dizhu patted his chest muscles again, and then said: "Don't worry about this. I see that you have some strength. You can help me forge iron and help me forge swords."
"Master Earth Caster... It's just... I don't know when your peerless sword will be cast. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay with you for too long..."
"Why?"
"Because...because I have to find someone..."
Di Zhu sneered: "If you can't find it, forget it. Why are you so persistent?"
"No... her life or death is uncertain, I must find her..."
"Young boy, you are just starting to fall in love. Could it be a woman?"
Seeing Ye Zhenfeng, his face was red and he was silent.
Di Zhu sneered again and said, "What are you looking for?"
Ye Zhenfeng lowered his head and sighed, yes! They have different paths of good and evil, so what does he want to do with her? If you choose to be with her, it means you will be an enemy of the upright people, the Da Yang Mansion, and the Ye family. I am afraid that the world will not tolerate it...
He clenched his fists and said, "I don't care what the world says, but I...but I just want to be with her..."
"Young man, I would like to advise you that things in the world are changing. If you are thinking about someone else, they may not remember you in the end... As the saying goes, fate is deep and shallow, but it is just a dream. If we are destined to get together, if not, we will forget you. Why bother and persevere so hard?”
