Amidst the huge roar of gold and iron, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, half asleep and half awake.

Wugong lies in all aspects, walking, sitting and lying are all gong, and every move is martial arts.

Blacksmithing, of course.

Every time he hit the hammer, every subtle reaction of himself, the hammer, and the metal that was beaten resurfaced in his heart.

There seems to be no difference in the hammering, but in fact each hammer has a subtle adjustment.

Punch, drill, fry, scatter, condense, pack...

Fighting like iron!

Momentum, physique, and infuriating energy were all fully mobilized.

Every time the hammer goes down, the huge cold iron platform will vibrate and buzz, and the sea of ​​lava fire is even more turbulent, making people suspect that the cold iron platform will be smashed to pieces.

boom!

boom! boom!

One after another, violent beatings woke up the shocked old monks.

Sanyin and the others quickly gathered around, carrying all kinds of metals, controlling the heat, and helping An Qisheng.

Huangjue Temple has a unique secret, which can increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.

At the same time, several old monks were also more shocked.

It was obvious that the Daoist's thumping posture was wrong, but the sound of the thumping was louder than louder, and the hammer was quicker than the hammer, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

Only Miki, the corners of his eyes twitched, a little distressed about his hammer.

Although he believed in An Qisheng's control of strength, he was also a little worried that his Cold Hammer would be broken.

This force is too ferocious.

This busy period is three days and three nights.

boom!

A loud noise broke the quiet Huangjue Temple in the night.

"The Valley of Forged Soldiers? This, is this a blast furnace?"

Near the Valley of Casting Bing, many monks were awakened, looking at the Valley of Arms, frowning.

Naturally, casting soldiers is not 100% successful. Over the years, there have been many incidents of blasting furnaces in the valley of casting soldiers.

The most thrilling two times, even triggered the eruption of the volcano suppressed by the cold iron, which almost destroyed the Valley of Forged Soldiers.

woohoo~~~

Many monks stationed in the Valley of Casting Bing even put on single clothes and stepped into the winter night.

Raising his eyebrows, he saw that the sky above the Forging Bing Valley was blazing brightly, and a clear mushroom cloud that was reflected under the red moon suddenly spread out.

What resonated in my ears were countless symphonic sounds of gold and iron.

It seems that the swordsmen of the entire Huangjue Temple are jumping and beating for it.

"What happened?"

All of a sudden, I don't know how many monks were shocked.

I only felt that the Valley of Forged Weapons had become a sea of ​​weapons. Although it was invisible to the naked eye, I could feel the extreme sharpness brewing and accumulating, which made people look horrified and pale.

"This is......"

Sankong looked at Casting Binggu in the distance, his long white eyebrows trembled.

He had never seen such a situation, but he had heard of it. Two hundred years ago, the day when the Huangjue Bell was cast, it also aroused the spirit of the soldiers in the Valley of Casting Weapons.

For two hundred years, countless forge masters have tried to reproduce this vision, but they have not been able to do it.

At this time, a vision appeared again?

As soon as his heart moved, his body disappeared into the wind and snow and headed towards the Valley of Casting Weapons.

woohoo~~~

There seemed to be a gust of wind in the Valley of Forged Soldiers, and the many swords, guns and sticks hanging everywhere were trembling and buzzing.

Under the Valley of Forged Soldiers, the waves of fire rolled, and the boiling magma seemed to be even more wicked.

On the steps outside the cold iron platform, a group of three-character senior monks who were forced to retreat again and again looked at the cold iron platform with surprise and joy, regardless of their disgraced faces.

In the middle of the cold iron platform, An Qisheng held a sledgehammer high, and the white robe kept rolling in the waves.

On the iron platform in front of him, a long spear hummed and vibrated continuously.

That long spear was two feet long, and its entire body was crimson red. It was covered with lines that looked like meridians.

At this moment, this long spear seemed to be alive, trembling and beating continuously, making a humming sound like the roar of a tiger and a dragon.

Even more faintly, there is an extremely sharp air that spreads out.

As if looking at the spearhead that had never been fired, his eyes were about to bleed.

"The meaning of soldiers..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-open and half-closed.

His divine will was unprecedentedly active, and he could feel a layer of invisible and intangible military intentions rolling in, all around him, no, circling and converging near this long spear, thus triggering a real gust of wind.

Everything has an aura, whether it is strong or weak, even if it is iron and stone, the invisible void is full of aura.

This is Jiufujie's perception of the aura.

In fact, just as the mass graves with piles of bones and tombs give people a gloomy feeling, and the thousand-year-old temple gives people a sense of tranquility, this valley of forging soldiers has accumulated a strong meaning of war for thousands of years.

It's just that he didn't expect that when the gun was about to be completed, it would lead to such a change.

He held a sledgehammer high, and the half-opened and closed eyes seemed to reflect the aura of countless soldiers intertwined vertically and horizontally.

'The way of the sky, what is lost is more than what is lacking.... The long spear is under my hammer, and the aura is hidden, and in this aura, it is at its lowest point, just as water flows down, and air flows from Where the air pressure is high flows to the place where the air pressure is low....'

An Qisheng thought in his heart.

This is not a bad thing. After being baptized by many soldiers, it must be of great benefit to this long spear.

After a long time, when he felt the air flow weakened and the tremor of the spear slowly calmed down, An Qisheng held the last hammer high for a long time.

Smashed down!

boom!

With the roar and vibration of the cold iron platform, the magma tumbled.

A group of old monks only heard a gunshot and then disappeared in a flash, and then a red-gold light pierced the sky, like a dragon leaping out of the abyss, and Jinpeng spread its wings straight up to the nine heavens.

Sharp gun, finally done!

........

The wind was howling, and the sky was snowing heavily.

The heavy snow that has been falling for several days has covered the boundless land with a thick layer of snow.

On the official road several miles away from Huangjue Temple, in a pavilion where passersby usually enjoy the shade, smoke rose from cooking, and two people sat around a small stove, drinking alcohol.

"That old **** is not a son of man, not a son of man..."

After pinching the wet clothes, Ji Liu took a sip of wine.

The spicy sensation spreads from the mouth.

He was a little irritable.

With his status, in addition to being humble and small in front of the Grand Master, it is not necessary to be polite when seeing Dafeng's frontier officials.

Only people have always waited for him, where is the reason for him to wait for others?

Three months to wait!

"Sixth brother, no matter how hard this is, can it be compared to the hardships of our brothers following the Lord and running across the vast sea, suffering from hunger and cold for dozens of days, and fighting with the enemy for dozens of times?"

The middle-aged man with a dark yellow complexion in a black outfit couldn't help shaking his head:

"If you're really used to a good life, you can't suffer a little bit?"

"You're right, it's just..."

Ji Liu squeezed the wine glass and shook his head: "You and I fought desperately. There are only eight of you and me left in the past 10,000 brothers. What are you doing? Isn't it just glory and wealth?"

With that said, he poured himself a glass of wine and poured it on Ji Baman: "Is it possible, is it loyal and patriotic? Don't be stupid."

Ji Ba shook his head, no longer talking about this with him, and instead asked:

"Sixth brother, what did the lord say when you passed the book by flying pigeons?"

"The lord said, let's see if the old Taoist has become a magic weapon. If he has a magic weapon, you and I will immediately release the golden feather eagle and retreat. Don't stay for a while..."

Ji Liu put down the jug and said with a cold expression:

"The Lord wants to win over the old Taoist priest, but there was a fire in the Huangjue Temple last night, and there was a hint of war. I'm afraid that those old monks still violated the Lord's will...

I released the Golden Feather Eagle last night, yes or no, I will see it later, if the magic weapon succeeds, he will definitely leave......"

Three months is not a long time, but it is not a short time.

At least, with the strength of Huangjue Temple forging the Valley of War, not to mention one magic weapon, there are two or three weapons, and three months is probably enough.

And if the old Taoist really came out with a magic weapon, then the problem would be really big...

I just hope that last night was a fryer, not a real magician!

"In recent years, as the king's actions have become more and more urgent, there have been more and more conflicts between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court. I heard that the six doors have been searching for evidence of the crime of Huangjue Temple these years...

Their sin against the Lord will only hasten their demise! "

Ji Ba's face was gloomy.

There was no conflict between Huangjue Temple and the imperial court at first. On the contrary, these honest-looking monks reassured the imperial court more than those unruly martial artists.

Everything still has to start with the hunting skills in Nantian Mountain.

At that time, although Huangjue Temple sent many monks to help, but the court requisitioned them to cast the army, but they refused, and there was no room for negotiation.

Although they offered tens of thousands of good swordsmen to repair the relationship afterward, everyone with discernment knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.

If the six gates want to take the swords and soldiers from all over the world, Huangjue Temple must bear the brunt.

But as he said that, he was also a little surprised:

"It's just that the movement last night is so similar to the sword armor cast by the Lord back then, I'm afraid something is not good..."

"The Lord is also used to being cautious. There are dozens of divine veins in the world, so what if there is one more? Do you really dare to be an enemy of my court?"

Ji Liu raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp:

"It's fine if he picks up, but if he doesn't pick up, he will be my enemy, Dafeng?"

Although there is one person in the Divine Vein that can rival a country, it is not worth it to lead thousands of miles, with millions of troops, and countless masters!

As strong as Pang Wanyang, he doesn't dare to plunder the edge of Dafeng. An old Taoist ~lightnovelpub.net~ has become a divine vein, and what kind of storm can he make?

"what?"

Ji Ba was holding the wine glass, his eyes suddenly moved, and he lost his voice:

"Six, Brother Six, look..."

Ji Liu followed his gaze.

I saw amidst the heavy clouds and streams, a cold flood with a length of more than ten feet winding its body, wandering in the wind and snow, and with a slight movement, it crossed the distance, and the speed was unbelievable.

wow~

Ji Ba stood up at once, the glass was crushed by pinching, and the wine splashed.

Ji Liu's expression also changed, and his mind tightened.

I saw that Han Jiao swooped, and a group of people stood on the head of the Jiaojiao and flew over in white robes, and at this time they were playing with a red-red spear.

On the other hand, it looked lightly.

Those eyes were deep and dull, but they seemed to have substantial weight, making them feel stuffy and almost breathless.