Gifted!
Jing Shuhu was so shocked that his fingers were crushed and he just managed not to lose his luster.
His talent is extremely good, and few people in the Weaponry Valley can match it for hundreds of years. However, when he came into contact with the art of Weaponry, it took him half a year to get started.
a month...
"Starting in January, good, good! Good, hahahaha!"
Lei Jingchuan also wanted to endure it, but after weighing the piece of iron, he couldn't help but laugh, completely ignoring his senior brother's look.
He really couldn't help it.
Over the past few hundred years in the Divine Weapon Valley, there have been disciples with dragon-shaped and large dragon-shaped bones.
But if there are really talented disciples, they must focus on martial arts. How many of them are willing to get into this dark underground to forge iron?
Furthermore, martial arts talent can be judged from the basics. Forging iron is a real hard work.
'Talent is the ladder that transcends rules! "
Seeing Lei Jingchuan burst out laughing, Li Yuan felt certain in his heart, knowing that the matter of learning Bingjia's psychic art was settled.
He has a lot of experience in coaxing old men, and he knows very well that in order to break the rules, he has to teach the entire art of weaponry, and the breakthrough lies in the temperamental old man Lei Jingchuan.
Instead of Jing Shuhu...
"Disciple, it's a fluke."
Li Yuan bowed.
Lei Jingchuan's face was flushed, he was in a good mood, and all the wrinkles on his face were relaxed.
He was shocked and satisfied. If he didn't have a daughter, he would have considered recruiting a son-in-law.
"It has only been a month, and I have mastered the Art of Warcraft. It is better than me, better than..."
"Junior brother!"
Jing Shuhu frowned and coughed slightly, feeling unhappy.
No matter how talented he is, he is the third elder of the Weapon-Forging Valley, but this is too rude.
Lei Jingchuan didn't look at him at all and patted Li Yuan heavily on the shoulder, his face glowing:
"I will teach you the art of weaponry step by step. Come and become a disciple..."
"boom!"
Jing Shuhu didn't even hold back, he slapped Lei Jingchuan so hard that his beard flew up:
"You have so little means and you still want to teach others?!"
He was annoyed.
The more talented the disciples are, the more careful they need to be taught in order to become great talents. He had just thought about a lot of tests in his mind.
As soon as Lei Jingchuan said these words, he felt a little paralyzed.
"Old thing!"
Lei Jingchuan was furious and turned around to fight back: "You dare to insult me?!"
boom!
The air waves surged and smoke and dust flew.
The blacksmiths never expected such a move, and they all looked disgraced. It took a while before they thought of breaking up the fight.
"Master, Great Elder, stop fighting."
Niu Jun came back to his senses, and the shock and envy in his heart almost overflowed.
In all his life, he has never seen any sect elders fight to snatch away their disciples. No, he has never heard of them.
"Elder..."
All the blacksmiths were in a panic. They had never seen this kind of battle before. Someone stepped forward to break up the fight, but was blown into pieces by the strong wind.
More people retreated, their eyes sore and red.
What kind of treatment is this?
They never dreamed of it!
boom!
boom!
The smoke and dust scattered, and the two old guys, who were almost two hundred years old in total, started fighting with such violence that everyone retreated dozens of meters away.
"You will get stronger when you get older."
Li Yuan stood there and watched, dumbfounded in his heart.
Of course, the two of them didn't really fight, but each move was really powerful and powerful. Among the people he had seen, the physical strength was probably second only to 80,000 miles.
And Han Chuijun, whom he couldn't see the depth of.
Bang!
Not long after, Lei Jingchuan staggered back, one step at a time, almost knocking down the chimney.
"enough!"
Jing Shuhu puffed up his sleeves with energy, glanced at the blacksmiths around him, and felt angry in his heart:
"What are you looking at? Go ahead and do whatever you have to do! Today's workload will be increased by 30%! You are not allowed to leave until you finish!"
His old face turned black and he glared at Lei Jingchuan fiercely. How could he be embarrassed at such an old age?
"ah?"
The blacksmiths who were watching the excitement were dumbfounded, glanced at Li Yuan with resentment, and returned to the forging platform.
Not long after, the sound of hammering became loud again.
"Follow me!"
Jing Shuhu rolled his sleeves and turned around.
The anger on Lei Jingchuan's face was instantly wiped away, he patted Li Yuan and smiled: "Go ahead, I'm waiting for your good news."
"Thank you, elder!"
Li Yuan bowed solemnly, feeling grateful in his heart.
"I'm waiting for the day when you defeat the magic weapon. When that time comes..."
Lei Jingchuan waved his hand:
"Forget it, it's easy to learn."
"Disciple, please remember this."
Li Yuan cupped his hands, then turned around and quickly followed Jing Shuhu.
…
"Call me!"
In Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu put his hands on his back and his face was as sinking as water.
"yes!"
Li Yuan took a deep breath, adjusting to the high heat here, and the blood around him felt better.
When he raised the forging hammer, he had no reservations, starting with a heavy hammer.
when!
The moment the hammer sounded, Jing Shuhu's expression changed.
A layman listens to the sound, an expert sees the door.
This blow is full of force, but it is also condensed and smooth. All the strength is vented in one place, without any leakage.
It spreads out evenly, which is equivalent to beating an entire iron ingot.
This is a sound that can only be produced by those who have considerable attainments in hammering and forging techniques.
Bang!
As he raised and lowered the hammer, Li Yuan's whole body was filled with energy. Each hammer was exerted with full strength. It seemed ordinary, but in fact it contained the power skills of cloak hammer, fighting hammer and other martial arts.
In the process of transforming his bones, his mastery of various weapons and martial arts skills is also constantly deepening.
Sword skills, knife skills, hammer skills, stick skills, and even the force-generating skills of fist and palm martial arts gradually became unified in his hands.
Directly controlling the fundamentals to develop strength is like learning to solve a problem by looking at the answers, and the progress is naturally far beyond what ordinary people can compare with.
Soon, Li Yuan was immersed in the sound of hammering, the hammer was rising and falling, and the energy, blood and internal energy were flowing around him.
'I only reached this level when I was thirty years old..."
Jing Shuhu's expression changed several times, and distracting thoughts surged in his heart, with joy, excitement, and boredom mixed together.
Why is such a gifted prodigy the disciple of Han Chuijun?
If he is my disciple...
Ding!
After a long time, a crisp explosion came.
Jing Shuhu just came back to his senses, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, reached out to grab the red-hot iron ingot, and weighed it:
"I'm really getting started."
It’s not a coincidence, it’s a real mastery!
Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and lowered his head slightly.
These days, he also found out about the grievances between Jing Shuhu and Han Chuijun.
More than sixty years ago, the two of them were true disciples of the same batch. They both used hammer weapons, were extremely talented, and had a close relationship. They were once known as the "Two Hammers of Divine Weapons."
It was not until later that the death of another true successor caused the two to turn against each other.
The true successor who died fifty years ago was a female disciple, and she and Jing Shuhu were close to discussing marriage.
'If it's just a misunderstanding, it's impossible for the two to turn against each other. I'm afraid that the true disciple was really killed by Lao Han..."
"One month, introduction to the Art of Weaponry."
Jing Shuhu suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Li Yuan on the shoulder with lightning speed.
Buzz!
Li Yuan felt his whole body shake, and his energy, blood, and internal energy were instantly frozen.
In general, the muscles and bones all over the body make a clicking sound.
"Eleven forms!"
After a while, Jing Shuhu put down his hand:
"What shape were you born with?"
Li Yuan didn't even raise his head: "Nine shapes."
"Born with nine shapes, plus the cloak-hammering technique of Dzogchen?"
"yes!"
"Yeah?"
"yes."
"Ha~"
Jing Shuhu did not comment, looked at him deeply, and stopped asking questions, but asked:
"With such strong bones and such talent, why do you want to learn the art of weaponry when you should be focusing on practicing martial arts?"
"I was born as a disciple of a blacksmith and admired the art of forging weapons..."
"okay!"
Jing Shuhu's face was full of displeasure.
This boy's character seems to be carved out of the same mold as Han Chuijun, and he will never tell the truth.
However, Jing Shuhu felt a little relieved when he saw that he was very respectful. If he really had Han Chuijun's temper,
Even if he died, he wouldn't be able to teach this kid the art of war.
"The Art of Weaponry is the secret that is not taught in the Divine Weapon Valley, and it is also the initial foundation for establishing oneself."
Jing Shuhu spoke.
Li Yuan felt relieved, knowing that he had passed the test, and his attitude became more respectful.
"But the Patriarch believes that martial arts is the true foundation of one's life. Without strong enough force, even if one can produce magic weapons, he cannot keep it..."
Jing Shuhu walked with his back to Li Yuan and talked about the history of the art of war.
'That's true, but if you can't get any magic weapons from the Divine Weapon Valley, I'm afraid that's the real cause of decline..."
Li Yuan listened quietly and thought about it in his heart.
More than a thousand years ago, the Shenbing Valley was a large sect that could seal a state, and its power, power and connections exceeded that of Huailong Palace in Huizhou.
A sect that can stably build magical weapons has a broad network of people that is unmatched by ordinary sects.
But the Valley of Divine Weapons has not produced a single divine weapon for seven hundred years...
"...the attraction of the five inner sect secrets is far greater than the art of weaponry. Over time, it has naturally declined."
Jing Shuhu sighed.
He briefly talked about the rise and fall of the Art of War, then turned around and looked at Li Yuan solemnly:
"The Art of Weaponry is difficult to get started with and even harder to master. I have been blacksmithing for more than sixty years and I dare not say that I have understood the secrets. If you really want to learn it, it will definitely delay other martial arts."
"Disciple understands."
Li Yuan did not hesitate.
Even if there is no "Sacred Fire Combined Weapon Furnace", he will definitely not give up blacksmithing, and holding the weapon is the foundation of his life.
"You have eleven dragon-shaped bones, and your talent and understanding are excellent. In the Divine Weapon Valley for a hundred years, the only ones with better talent than you are Han Chuijun and the Lord of the Valley."
Jing Shuhu said in a deep voice:
"As long as you do not violate the sect's rules and are not good at killing fellow sect members, you will definitely become the first elder of the inner sect in the future, inferior to one person and superior to tens of thousands of people."
"The Art of Weaponry, do you really want to learn it?"
Jing Shuhu said the stakes.
"Disciple is willing to learn!"
Li Yuan replied without hesitation.
He was sweating profusely, and the temperature in the Chirong Cave seemed to be even higher than before. He didn't eat any spiritual fish today, so it was really unbearable.
"good."
Jing Shuhu said no more:
"Starting from tomorrow, come here every afternoon. I will teach you the tempering method... and the armor psychic technique."
"yes!"
Li Yuan gave a long bow.
Ever since the fire veins shook that day, Chirong Cave has been sealed off. Except for the three elders of the Soldier-casting Valley, outsiders are not allowed to enter at all.
This is also the reason why he wants to catch up with Jing Shuhu.
When leaving, Li Yuan reluctantly glanced at the end of Chirong Cave: "Sea-Splitting Black Whale Hammer."
Get it sooner or later!
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In the following days, Li Yuan lived a more fulfilling and busy life.
Every day before dawn, I get up and practice hammer standing, as well as martial arts such as Mangniu Kung Fu. After breakfast, I go to the Weaponry Valley to repair the various weapons I have acquired.
In the afternoon, we went to Chirong Cave to learn the art of military casting.
Jing Shuhu agreed to personally teach him the art of military craftsmanship, but most of the time it was Lei Jingchuan who took him with him and taught him some tricks that were not recorded in books.
Jing Shuhu would come every once in a while to test his progress and teach him different techniques.
Li Yuan discovered that the great elder of the Soldier-casting Valley had a very deep understanding of the art of weapon-casting and could always point out his shortcomings.
"Listen to your breathing and rhythm!"
"Iron is dead, people are alive, your breathing is its breathing!"
"Your Qi and blood are its meridians, make it come alive. This is how to build a soldier, not forge iron!"
…
In Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu kept scolding him, so harshly that Lei Jingchuan couldn't stand it many times.
Li Yuan didn't take it seriously.
No matter how ugly the words were, he had heard them before, and this was nothing to him.
"Breath, rhythm!"
The sound of hammers undulated, and Li Yuan was highly concentrated, relying on the five forging hammers he controlled to digest Jing Shuhu's instructions.
The progress of Forging Art of War has increased rapidly.
"There are countless kinds of precious iron materials in the world, each with its own characteristics, such as toughness, sharpness, high heat resistance, or resistance to wear and tear..."
"What is a sharp blade? If one characteristic is used to its extreme, it is the best blade. But a famous weapon must have at least two or more characteristics!"
"Ordinary blacksmiths can only create a famous weapon with a flash of inspiration, but if you are a beginner in the art of weaponry, you will definitely hit a famous weapon!"
…
In Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu paced back and forth, pointing and scolding.
Lei Jingchuan, who was on the side, frowned, thinking that this old guy was taking the opportunity to retaliate. This kind of request was far more stringent than what he and others had learned in the past.
when! when! when!
Li Yuan's bare upper body skin was red, and the sweat evaporated before it hit the ground.
He took rapid and small breaths, hammered up and down, and met all Jing Shuhu's requirements meticulously.
Five forging hammers, and twenty-two control effects related to hammering, forging, and weaponry, allowed him to progress at a jaw-dropping speed.
"Add one more!"
Jing Shuhu's eyelids twitched from time to time.
Li Yuan's feet shook, and another type of iron material flew onto the forging platform, and blended with the first type of iron material under high heat and beating.
The temperature of the fire veins under the Chirong Cave was extremely high. The forging platform in front of him was like a small volcano crater, extremely hot.
'This boy..."
Jing Shuhu scolded:
"More!"
"More!"
The sound of the hammer didn't stop for a moment. The forging hammer in Li Yuan's hand seemed to be alive, fast and dexterous.
After being scolded by Shu Hu, from a group of iron materials to hammering, to several kinds of iron materials,
Later, he even beat more than a dozen kinds of iron materials together, and they were harmonious with each other without any conflict.
boom!
When Li Yuan put down the forging hammer, his whole figure was like red-hot iron carbon, with green smoke constantly rising.
Lei Jingchuan was startled and hurriedly caught him and threw him into an iron vat filled with Hantan water.
The two heavens of ice and fire!
Li Yuan clenched his teeth, and it took him a while before he took a deep breath.
Looking at the absent-minded Jing Shuhu, his thoughts began to spread:
"The art of weaponry is not simply a matter of piling up iron materials, but rather gathering the properties of various iron materials into one place, and finally forging a weapon with various properties!"
So, can the control effect of the formed weapon be transferred?
