Chapter 102 Dao Ye Draws His Sword, How Tall Are You?

In Chungang Peak, smoke filled the air and the sound of iron forging could be heard.

In the helm, in a tea room, the helmsman Lin Tingfeng sat cross-legged, holding a cup of spiritual tea, with a cold expression:

"Forging weapons is like refining elixirs. There are times when it works and times when it doesn't. When you came here before, I told you that repairing weapons may also reduce their grade. You had no objection at that time. Now you come here to make a fuss. Do you want me to compensate you?"

"When repairing weapons, I told you that if you are not absolutely sure, you should never do it easily. Have you forgotten?"

Opposite, Shan Hong, who was holding the 'Hanfeng White Bone Sword', had a slightly dark complexion and could hardly suppress his anger.

This sword was obtained by killing a leader of the Evil God Cult in his early years. Later, he paid a huge price to ask the master craftsman Wanchuan to make it. It was finally forged. It is the best of the best and is expected to become a divine weapon!

"This sword is still the best, with only a few minor flaws. Since you dislike my methods, why didn't you ask the master craftsman to repair the sword for you at that time?"

Lin Tingfeng's face sank: "Even if the Taoist master was in front, I would still say this!"

"Huh!"

Seeing that Lin Tingfeng had picked up the teacup, Shan Hong was angry in his heart, but he didn't say anything else. He just glanced at him coldly and left.

"Hmph!"

Lin Tingfeng put down the teacup, his beard trembling, and his mood was also very bad.

At this time, an old woman walked in from the outside, holding hot tea: "Hey, head of the family, Shan Hong is the true disciple of the sect, why don't you even prepare a cup of hot tea for him? Aren't you afraid of offending him?"

"If I offend him, what can I do?"

Lin Tingfeng's face became even colder.

"You are not afraid, but how can Yun'er and the others not be afraid?"

The old woman stamped her feet, feeling helpless.

Lin Tingfeng had a cold temper and had offended countless people over the years. She remembered that he had closed the door to see the disciples of the master before.

"When I saw you rushing to find that Junior Brother Li before, I thought you had come to your senses. Who knew you would still..."

"What do you know?"

Lin Tingfeng's face flushed and he got angry: "I asked Junior Brother Li for advice on weapon casting at that time. How could I flatter him?!"

"Alas."

The old woman sighed and didn't want to say anything more. She took the tea and left.

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the door and a disciple came to report:

"Captain, Uncle Li is here!"

"Swish!"

Lin Tingfeng immediately stood up and walked out the door quickly. His enthusiastic attitude made Li Yuan a little at a loss.

This rough old man who looked like a fierce general in the army, forced to look like this, really made him feel a little at a loss.

"The art of weapon casting is a secret of our Divine Weapon Valley. Senior Brother Lin, please don't embarrass me."

Li Yuan was helpless.

If it was other things, he would also be happy to have a good relationship with Lin Tingfeng, but the art of weapon casting was definitely not in this category.

"How dare I spy on his sect's secrets?"

Lin Tingfeng pulled Li Yuan into the house: "It's just that I haven't seen you for many days, and I miss you a little."

Li Yuan couldn't resist, so he had to follow him into the house and greeted the old woman, who smiled and brought tea over.

"How can this tea be used to entertain Junior Brother Li? Bring me my 'Yu Luoxiang'!"

Lin Tingfeng scolded, and asked the somewhat stunned old woman to get the spiritual tea and brew it himself.

Yu Luoxiang is a spiritual tea special to Baishou Mountain. He only needs one or two ounces of it every year, and he would never take it out casually.

.....

Li Yuan had a headache.

This rough old man acted simply and rudely. He said that he would not try to use the art of weapon casting, but in fact, he was determined to achieve his goal.

"Come, Junior Brother, have some tea."

Lin Tingfeng was smiling as he waited for Li Yuan to taste it, not knowing that he was already thinking about whether to change his job to forge iron elsewhere.

"Good tea, good tea."

It tasted bitter at first and then bitter aftertaste. After taking a sip, Li Yuan felt his tongue was numb, as if he had eaten 800 kilograms of Coptis chinensis, and his face was a little blue.

"As long as Junior Brother likes it."

Lin Tingfeng poured tea for him, without saying a word, but just watched eagerly.

"This tea..."

Li Yuan put the teacup away unnoticeably, thought for a while, and decided to take out something. Of course, this was his own thinking:

"Brother Lin is also a master of weapon casting. I am far inferior to him. I have some rough ideas, please correct me."

After a little hesitation, Li Yuan asked before answering:

"Brother, what do you think is the essence of weapon casting?"

"Hammering, alloy, quenching, grinding, and soul-infusing."

There are many steps in weapon casting. Lin Tingfeng answered five of them without hesitation. Li Yuan did not comment and asked again:

"Among these five steps, remove four in order of importance. Which one do you think will be left? ?”

“Remove four?”

Lin Tingfeng frowned slightly, not used to this way of conversation, but still answered:

“Spirit.”

“Yes, the essence of weapon casting lies in the spirit.”

Li Yuan followed his words:

“The art of weapon spirit is a secret of the master, not easy to pass on, but some things can still be communicated with each other.”

Without waiting for his reaction, he said:

“The so-called spirit can be roughly divided into four categories, blood spirit, blood spirit, breathing spirit, and killing living beings.”

Under the name weapon, the weapon focuses on sharpness and balance, but above the name weapon, spirituality is the absolute core, and no spirit can become a magic weapon.

Lin Tingfeng was fascinated by what he heard, and temporarily forgot to pour tea for Li Yuan.

The two talked for a while, mainly Li Yuan was talking. After a while, he stood up and said goodbye. Of course, he could not teach the art of weapon spirit privately.

Lin Tingfeng was still thinking about it, but he could only send Li Yuan away. Of course, he did not forget to offer all the precious iron materials he needed.

"It's hard to make a magic weapon."

Returning to the forging platform, Li Yuan took stock of the iron materials he had searched for during this period. There was a lot of iron material, and the quality was sufficient, but it was still far behind the level of making the divine weapon.

"Not even close..."

Li Yuan sighed slightly as he hammered the fine iron and prepared to create the second piece of the most famous instrument.

Divine weapons are priceless and not available on the market.

As we all know, the price of things that are only circulated among the wealthy is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Not to mention the complete magic weapon, even the heavenly materials and earthly treasures required for it are more expensive than the 'three hundred thousand taels of gold' left by Chu Xuankong. The gifts are just too much.

"We can only place our hope in that Mr. Nie."

Li Yuan's mind was wandering.

On the third day after the old Taoist returned to the mountain, Nie Ying came to invite him to a banquet. There was nothing interesting at the table. The only thing he remembered, except for the strange look in Nie's eyes, was that he had sent out invitations and asked for the master craftsman to make it. The matter of divine weapons.

He also wanted to try his hand, but the hope was slim. If he were in another position, he would not be able to use the materials he had collected so hard to give others to practice.

!

Before noon, Li Yuan put out the fire. He only worked for half a day these days. Apart from the repair and creation of top-quality famous instruments, he did not take on any other business.

At the main peak of Longmen, Li Yuan cooked rice and vegetables as usual, gave a portion to Lao Longtou, chatted with him, and then went back to his house to practice martial arts until late at night.

....

Buzz~

While half asleep and half awake, Li Yuan noticed familiar fluctuations, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the bronze tower pierced by a giant knife.

"It's our turn, right?"

Li Yuan cursed in his heart, but he didn't pay much attention to it. It had only been three days since the day he first entered the 'Yunwu Mountain'. If the mountain owner wanted to take a test, he would naturally have to give him time.

Woohoo~

The breeze blew by, and Li Yuan looked at the stone tablet, with the words flowing on it:

"This sword is not a sword, nor is it Qi, it is intention!"

"meaning?"

Li Yuan chewed the words on the stone tablet, thinking deeply in his heart.

Of course, he didn't just practice martial arts. Every now and then, he would go to the Hanging Mountain to have bloody battles with the ghost-faced man.

"How to pull it out?"

Li Yuan asked simply. Before making a request, he would probably ask the other party what he wanted to do.

If it's too difficult, he will run away.

In the past few days, he often chatted with Lao Longtou, secretly asking how to withdraw from other people's "god realm".

Of course, that way is not safe at all...

"After killing the sword's intention, you can draw the sword."

"Farewell!"

After taking a look at the huge sword with no head visible, Li Yuan was very decisive.

"you?!"

On the bronze tower, the woman in white stamped her feet, a little helpless. This guy is not big, how can he be so cunning?

"What do you want?"

Stone tablets fell from the sky, blocking the way.

"The sword's intent is probably a thousand meters high. Even if this junior's little arms and legs are dead, I'm afraid it won't be able to move the slightest bit, right?"

Li Yuan spread his hands.

"The intention of a knife is not a knife, it varies from person to person."

"Can you be more straightforward?"

....

The stone tablet trembled, and the words above answered:

"If you have achieved great success in opening meridians, the sword intention will only be transformed into the level of meridians. If you crush it, you can draw the sword."

Does it vary from person to person?

Li Yuan's heart moved, but he was not surprised. He had made some guesses before. After all, if this were not the case, how could he be qualified to draw the sword for the grandmaster?

"I want the elixir, the more the merrier."

..."

Slick, greedy, and shameless.

On the bronze tower, the woman in white's eyelids trembled several times, but she still responded.

"etc."

Li Yuan interrupted: "I won't be hurt, right? This knife is a bit fierce."

More than a little fierce?

He could feel the chill even from far away, as if it was a chill that could freeze his soul.

"Won't."

The stone tablet rose from the ground and turned into a purple arc, spreading from Li Yuan's feet to the bronze tower gate.

"What if I get hurt?"

Li Daoye will not trust others easily.

"I'll pay you for the elixir!"

Buzz!

There was a burst of purple light, but before Li Yuan could react, he felt a huge force pushing from behind. In just one move, he could not help but throw himself into the bronze tower.

Wow~

Li Yuan heard the sound of water.

He tried his best to open his eyes, but saw waves of light in the tower. He couldn't see anything, and he was already submerged in it.

"Gan!"

In the room, Li Daoye stood up and felt as if he had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives. His eyes were so painful that he almost jumped.

At the head of the bed, the little tiger cub gave him an anthropomorphic look, and she wondered if she had seen the wrong person.

The genius of the ages, can’t even catch a sword?

"Does it really vary from person to person?"

Li Yuan wiped his hands with cold sweat. It was really unbelievable. He didn't see anything, but he was killed instantly by one blow!

Although he was somewhat caught off guard, it also showed that the owner of the sword intention was incredibly strong.

"How high a level of martial arts is this?"

Li Yuan murmured in his heart, and after a while, he found that he was not injured. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and entered the bronze tower divine realm again.

"I want a hammer!"

This time, Li Yuan was fully prepared. He clutched the purple hammer, took a deep breath, and stepped into the tower again.

"I want to see how tall you are!"