Li Xiuyuan, who couldn't wait any longer, immediately took out the sword-making platform and placed it next to the mountain spring so that he could make the sword and temper it at the same time.
The old man handed him a piece of purple metal weighing about a hundred kilograms and said with a smile: "I will help you refine it and fuse it with your epee. It's up to you to see what it can be made from."
Li Xiuyuan clasped his hands and saluted: "Thank you, senior, for your kind words."
The old man drank the remaining tea in the cup, looked at him and said, "Come on, let's witness the miracle together."
After saying that, he put the metal in his hand into the groove of the sword-making table, rolled up the epee on the table with a wave of his hand, and then waved the dragon's fire to fall on the epee and the purple finance.
Li Xiuyuan refilled the tea for the old man and asked, "Under the fusion, do you want an hour?"
"If you use your Samadhi True Fire, it will probably take half a day." The old man said quietly.
"Half a day's work? What kind of metal is this? A thing from heaven?" Li Xiuyuan asked in confusion.
"I didn't know, this thing has been with me for a long time. I can't make a sword, so it's useless to hold it. It's an advantage for you kid." The old man looked at him and shook his head.
Li Xiuyuan laughed when he heard it, and said with a smile: "I will treat you to a drink tonight. It is unique in the wilderness. I brewed the wine myself."
The old man couldn't help laughing when he heard it, and he slapped his thigh heavily and said, "Why didn't you tell me about this good thing earlier? I have forgotten the last time I drank."
"Don't move here. Just stay and forge your sword. I'll go find some good stuff and come back. You can't have wine without meat..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard a whirring sound and the old man was gone.
Li Xiuyuan shook his head, stood up and came to the sword-making platform. Looking at the heavy sword and purple metal that gradually melted together, he thought to himself, should we continue to call it the Prajna Shura Sword in the future?
Xiu Xiuyuan, who stood by the sword-making platform, used iron pliers to pick up the sword and melt it into an iron rod. Thinking that it would be a good epee, it turned into an iron rod in less than half an hour.
Despite this, he still picked up the hammer and started practicing sword-making in the mountains.
Tinkering, sparks shining, Li Xiuyuan was sweating like rain for ten hours. It lasted for two hours. He was already at the second level of breaking the void in front of him. Naturally, it was not comparable to what he had previously forged the Tingyu Sword in Ding'an City.
Ding, clang, clang, unaware of the passage of time and the withering away of strength.
Even the old man who dragged a monster beast back was shocked by his strength. He continued to beat him for several hours without stopping.
It wasn't until the sun went down that the old man stopped him. He pointed to the cleaned monster meat by the spring and said, "Bring it to eat. You can go and bring back some firewood."
Li Xiuyuan threw the sword embryo that had gradually formed into a sword shape on the ground, turned around, took off his clothes and washed himself by the spring.
He looked at the old man and said with a smile: "Senior, with your dragon's fire, my sword-making will be twice as effective. Otherwise, I don't know how many years of work would have been lost."
"The premise is that you are already a sword-making master, otherwise what is the use of refining my dragon's fire light? How about you hit people with a two hundred kilogram stick?"
"I think you have already understood the initial sword power. It is a good opportunity to cast this heavy sword and practice it carefully to polish your swordsmanship to a unique state."
The old man looked at him and smiled: "With just this two hundred kilogram heavy sword, you can already dominate the wilderness."
After washing up, Li Xiuyuan went to the woods to pick up a pile of dead branches and came back, piled them with rocks, and then started to light a fire to barbecue.
"As soon as this little white guy goes out into the wild, he doesn't know when he's back!" Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but mutter.
The old man looked at the expression on his face and said with a smile: "That little guy is going crazy and can't contain it. Don't worry about it."
"Senior, have you been to Shura battlefield?" Li Xiuyuan asked.
The old man shook his head and said: "I don't want to use the Shura battlefield to take the road to the sky. Why go to that ghost place? I'd better stay here and let you little kids go and have fun."
"It is said that it is very dangerous there. The monks who go in have a narrow escape from death."
Li Xiuyuan became worried about the naive students in the academy.
The old man looked at him and said: "I want the opportunity to go to heaven, but I don't want to pay the price. How can there be such a cheap thing in this world? Why don't you go if you are afraid of death? It's not like anywhere is open all the time."
Li Xiuyuan asked in confusion: "Since it only opens once a thousand years, why not give more hope to the monks? Let more people embark on the road to heaven?"
The old man laughed, stroking his beard and replied: "Your idea is too naive! Although the Shura battlefield is cruel, it is also a place to temper your body and mentality."
"When you embark on the road to heaven, you will realize that everything has just begun. The Shura battlefield is where your practice begins..."
Li Xiuyuan's heart thumped, and he thought that this opportunity to reach the sky is not something that everyone can enjoy. Even if he passes the test of the Shura battlefield, he may not be able to pass the road to that day...
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but say: "Is this one pit after another?"
The old man was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Then do you want to give it a try? This path of cultivation is inherently against nature. Can you embark on the final road to heaven without dangerous cultivation?"
"Of course it's impossible! Can't you still ascend and leave? Several seniors I know have ascended and left."
Li Xiuyuan wanted to go to the old Taoist priest who left and the old man Song Wuxin in the back of the academy.
"Are you kidding? There are millions of cultivators who can't produce a single ascended cultivator... The only way out for those cultivators whose path to ascension is cut off is to go to the Shura battlefield, and then get the qualifications for the road to heaven... ...You understand."
Li Xiuyuan naturally understood this truth, but couldn't help but sigh.
The old man looked at him and said calmly: "As far as you are concerned, you also belong to the cultivators of Ascension Road Break."
"How is that possible? I have just gone from distraction to the realm in front of me. Why would senior say that my path to ascension is blocked? Could it be that I have done something to make the heaven here displeased?"
Li Xiuyuan took out the unfinished wine from yesterday and placed it on the table. He took out two more cups, then cut a few pieces of roasted monster meat and placed it on the plate.
The old man picked up the wine glass and sniffed it gently, showing a satisfied look.
He said softly: "Because you have refined the fairy spirit stone that does not belong to this world and is not tolerated by any heaven in the lower world. No matter where you go, the heaven there will not give you a chance to ascend and leave."
After taking a sip of wine, the old man couldn't help shouting: "Good wine, this is the delicacy of the world!"
Li Xiuyuan couldn't help being stunned when he heard this. He looked at him and murmured, "Does it mean that I shouldn't refine these immortal spirit stones?"
"Bullshit, this fairy spirit stone is a rare treasure even if you search for it in the upper world... You can encounter and refine these spirit stones. I don't know if it is a blessing that you have cultivated throughout your life."
Li Xiuyuan finally understood. He bowed deeply to the old man, raised his wine glass and said with a smile, "Here's a drink to cut off my path to ascension!"
The old man took a sip of wine, looked at him and laughed: "In my eyes, the Shura battlefield and the road to heaven are tailor-made for you. Others have a narrow escape, are you?"
Having said this, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel proud, looked at the old man and laughed: "That is, I am the unique king in this world."
"Practice well and forge your sword well. You don't have to worry about the food you eat. You only need to worry about how much wine I have."
The old man looked at him and laughed.
...
That night, Xiaobai didn't come back. Just as the old man said, this guy was crazy.
Next, Li Xiuyuan also started crazy sword-making and body-tempering practice.
Crazy sword-making made him gradually realize the mystery of casting and realize the joy of casting.
The hammer in his hand has been swung up and down thousands of times, and he has clearly understood the purpose of each hammer blow.
An idea has arisen in his heart. Every time the hammer in his hand falls, whichever piece he wants to hit, the sword embryo will be struck flat and smooth.
The hammer is an extension of his hand, within reach of his eyes.
Just like when he forged two iron swords in Ding'an City, he forged it with thousands of hammers and hammers, and gradually hammered an ugly iron rod into the shape of a sword embryo, and then gradually took on the shape of an epee.
There is no need to exert any deliberate force on his arms or wrists. With just one inadvertent movement, the hammer in his hand will follow his thoughts and land on a certain surface or point.
Through hard training in Ding'an City, he has been able to use the hammer in his hand like an arm.
The three golden arrows emitted a faint cold light after being burned by the dragon's fire, so they had to be sharper.
The iron bow weighing over a hundred kilograms was also mixed with some purple metal. This was given to him by the old man later. Now the iron bow will also weigh two hundred kilograms.
Even the iron sword in the ring was burned on the dragon's fire and hammered.
In the afternoon, the old man would carry him to a mysterious cave, throw him into a pool filled with green smoke with a wave of his hand, and with a sound of "crash!", Li Xiuyuan fell into the water like a stone. .
There was a sound of "chi!", the smell of roasted meat rising from the water, and Li Xiuyuan wailed.
He raised his hand and looked up, only to see that the skin on his arm was cracked on one side, and on the other side, green fairy spirit energy was pouring out, silently repairing the cracked skin all over his body.
The old man standing by the pool smiled and said: "Now you know how rubbish your proud body is? This is the Hualong Pool, and the little guy who came out of your body is hiding at the bottom of the pool... ....”
"Hua Long Pond? Senior, do you want to refine me as a divine dragon?"
Unable to bear the pain, Li Xiuyuan shouted loudly and tried to jump up, but was slapped back into the pool by the old man.
"Cherish the practice here. From today on, you will forge swords every morning, and come over in the afternoon to soak in the Hualong Pond to temper your body. This practice will not be considered complete until your body no longer rots."
After the old man finished speaking, he leaned on the stone chair by the pool and took a nap, ignoring Li Xiuyuan's screams.
Only the old man in front of me can think of using the Hualai Pond to temper his body.
Although Li Xiuyuan felt worse than death while soaking in the Hualong Pond, he finally calmed down after several struggles and silently endured the boundless pain.
Thinking about the days when Xiaobai disappeared, he also completed his evolution from wildebeest to dragon horse in this pool, right?
If I complete body tempering here, will I also evolve from an ordinary physical body to the body of a divine dragon? Thinking of this, Li Xiuyuan was very excited.
You must know that his current flesh and bones are comparable to fine steel. If he evolves to the body of a divine dragon and embarks on the Shura War a few years later, he will surely be much easier when facing desolate beasts and extraterrestrial demons.
At this moment, Li Xiuyuan had already forgotten several enemies in the Shura Heaven Realm.
Even Jun Wuyou is no longer the object that Li Xiuyuan wants to conquer. In front of him are the stars, the sea, the alien demons and the unknown road to heaven.
After soaking for two hours, the old man waved his hand and carried Li Xiuyuan back to the mountain stream like a whirlwind.
Looking at the tattered flesh on his body, Li Xiuyuan looked at the old man and asked: "Senior, can I continue to forge swords and strike iron tomorrow like this?
The old man glared at him and said with a smile: "Hurry up and barbecue. If you can make a sword, won't you know when you get up tomorrow?"
Li Xiuyuan sighed, silently wondering if a miracle would happen tomorrow.
