40,000 Years of Cultivation

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In the past, Li Yao grew up in the tomb of magic weapons, and the harsh living environment created a more extreme character.

Just like a ferocious vulture, the first choice when encountering a situation is the most intense means.

But after three months of trekking through the mountains and rivers, seeing so many magnificent and vast landscapes, and meeting so many people with stories, Li Yao's mind became broadened unconsciously.

Coupled with the large amount of memory fragments that have swallowed Ou Yezi, his temperament has become more mature, not like an impulsive teenager of 18 or 9 years old, but like an adult who has experienced several years of turmoil in society.

This is not to say that he has given up his principle of being a man, but that he is no longer so sharp.

In the past, Li Yao was like a ferocious vulture; now, Li Yao is like an eagle that is about to fly.

The vulture-hung in his heart.

Recalling the bits and pieces of the past three months, Li Yao took down the wooden ox and horses in a familiar way. Now these uncomplicated civilian use treasures are as simple as toys in his hands, such as the solution of a cow, and the metal puppets turned into big beasts. The pile of parts is reassembled after cleaning, derusting, trimming and oiling.

"Moo! Moo!" Tie Niu yelled loudly.

"Bah! Bah! Bah!" The bronze goat that he wove made a cheerful cry.

"Wow! Wow! Wow!" The tin-skinned wolfhound with one leg missing was installed by Li Yao on a wheel instead of its hind limbs, and ran around the children, swaying the hollow iron tail, making a "clap crap" sound.

"Wow……"

The villagers have never seen such a magical repair method. Compared with Li Yao, the two old-eyed magic weapon repair technicians in the town are as stupid as shoe repairers. Everyone in the whole village gathers in the Shai Valley Farm. On the stage, they were shocked by Li Yao's electric light and flint, and everyone was so surprised that they couldn't hear from ear to ear.

The repaired wooden cow and Liuma ran to the owner, Sa Huan, and the owner naturally smiled.

However, other metal puppets are too worn out due to excessive wear and tear on key parts, and they cannot be repaired.

Li Yao thought for a while, and said, "Don't worry, everyone, I will think of a way. Anyway, it is the civilian use of magic, which requires very low strength and precision of the components. It is better to—"

He searched carefully among the unrepairable wooden oxen and found a big iron ox that was really badly broken and was about to rust into an iron lump.

Li Yao disassembled it into parts and explained to the villagers: "This big iron cow is really badly broken and there is no way to repair it. I will take it down to find some spare parts, is it okay?"

"It's okay, Master Xiao Li, this big iron cow has been rusted so badly, and no one wants it when it is sold. Just do it. If you fix it, you can count it. I have repaired so much. I am very satisfied. !" The village head smiled, and the final word was finalized.

Li Yao smiled slightly, put an iron leg bone of the big iron cow on the iron felt, and raised the hammer high.

"What is Master Xiao Li going to do?"

"Are you going to force a piece of iron knot and beat it into a part that can be used directly?"

"No, the gods can't do such a thing!"

The villagers talked a lot and were very curious. Even the children with their noses were caught between their legs by the adults, staring at Li Yao in a daze.

"Gluck!"

The whole village is silent, only the old hen who is stocking on the side of the Shai Valley can not figure out the situation, and is still singing.

Li Yao took a deep breath, the memory fragments of Ou Yezi whirled crazily in the depths of his brain, and the countless days and nights spent in the iron room of the Bailianzong turned into colorful brilliance, pouring into the limbs and limbs.

For an instant, Li Yao seemed to be possessed by a god, and the silly, thick black hammer in his hand made the sound of a high-grade flying sword like a dragon, and a wave of invisible air rippled away like a ripple.

A few villagers nearby felt a gust of wind blowing over their faces, and their hair was messed up, and a baby cried "Wow" altogether.

When the villagers blinked, Li Yao moved!

His right hand turned into a black shadow, walking in a strange circle in mid-air, and slammed it on the iron felt!

"Boom!"

A dazzling spark exploded between the hammer and the iron felt, and the roar that made a lingering sound, like the sound of an ancient temple bell, shook everyone's eardrums humming.

Many villagers covered their ears involuntarily.

"Boom!"

The reverberation of the first impact has not yet dissipated, and the hammer once again turned into a black python, blasting towards the iron felt from another incomparably tricky angle, once again oscillating like an ancient temple bell.

Two shocks, one after the other, overlapped, and attacked everyone like a stormy sea.

This time even the strongest villager couldn't help covering his ears, and all the children cried.

"What's the matter? We haven't seen iron strikes before, how can we make such a loud noise?"

"Wow, look, Master Xiao Li's speed is so fast, a hammer weighing tens of kilograms is like chopsticks in his hand!"

"Quick, too fast, I can't even see how many hammers he blasted out, only to see the dark shadows all over the sky!"

While covering their ears, all the villagers widened their eyes and yelled hoarsely.

But no one heard other people's voices, and everyone was immersed in the boundless shock.

Li Yao didn't realize it.

He was neither affected by the deafening bombardment nor disturbed by the exclamation of bystanders.

Once he enters the working state, his entire mind enters a realm of ethereal and forgotten things.

His eyes seemed solemn, and he stared at the iron felt all the time.

But when you look carefully, there is a faint mist in the deepest part of the pupil, as if a ray of his soul is not here, but in the iron room of the Bailianzong 40,000 years ago!

One hammer, one hammer, another hammer, Li Yao started to control his movements consciously, and displayed the "Hundred-Eight Hand Cloak Chaos Method" all the way.

However, as the pace of the fight accelerated, his speed became faster and faster. Wielding a hammer was no longer a conscious behavior. It became as natural as breathing. Later, his arms were completely transformed into two black lights, and his head split. The whole iron felt covered the whole iron felt, everyone could only hear a series of airtight "dong dong dong dong" sound, and couldn't see his movements clearly.

Suddenly, all actions stopped.

A bald hammer was thrown out, and the head of the hammer turned crimson, as if it had just been smelted at a high temperature, emitting a scorching heat.

"Change the hammer!" Li Yao glared and shouted.

Because there were countless violent bombardments in a short period of time, the temperature of the hammer rose to a very high level, and it was unusable.

The villagers were shocked when they saw such a magical performance.

The blacksmith in the village hurriedly handed over a new hammer, Li Yao weighed it, and blasted it out again!

In just half an hour, Li Yao changed a total of five hammers, and finally—

"finished!"

Li Yao threw away the hot hammer, shook his trembling hands full of blood blisters, and admired his masterpiece contentedly.

The villagers rushed up, looked at it with wide-eyed eyes, and found that there were several more parts of different shapes on the iron felt, and there was a hill full of parts on the ground!

A big rusty iron cow was abruptly beaten into hundreds of magical components by Li Yao. This is how powerful the iron-making technique of a hundred refining sects was 40,000 years ago!

The blacksmith in the village brought a magic weapon for measuring accuracy, and a red light shot out from the magic weapon, scanning every part in all directions.

"It's really typed out! Although the accuracy is a bit worse than the original one, it is completely acceptable for civilian use!"

The gray-haired old blacksmith jumped up in surprise and joy after reading the data on the measuring magic weapon.

Suddenly, the crowd burst into exclamation like a mountain whistling and a tsunami.

"Master Xiao Li is so amazing, he can hit hundreds of parts with just one hammer?"

"Of course, Master Xiao Li is a college student!"

"What about college students, my juniors are not college students? Look at him!"

"So how is it the same? Master Xiao Li went to a key university!"

Amidst the cheers of the villagers, the village elder Tu smiled and invited Li Yao into his courtyard.

"Master Xiao Li, thank you so much this time, you have helped my village a lot!"

"The village chief, I have repaired all the wooden cows and horses that can be repaired, and school is about to start. I am going to set off to report to the Great Wilderness Battlefield today." Li Yao said with a smile.

"Okay, going to school is a big deal. I wish you a good journey. By the way, there is something here if you are not too heavy, just take it with you!"

The village chief dragged out a rag bag from under the bed with great difficulty. The contents in it were very heavy and made a "creaking" sound against the concrete floor.

The village chief carefully uncovered the cloth bag, and there was a very strange metal lump lying inside, thin on the bottom, thick on the top, and extending to both ends, something like a natural hammer.

"Huh?" Li Yao's eyes began to shine.

Among the fragments of Ou Yezi's memory, his first contact was the "108 Hand Cloak Chaos Method".

And in the iron hammer room of the Bailianzong, the one who came into contact day and night was also the hammer.

It can be said that the hammer is the tool he is most familiar with.

And this peculiar natural hammer looked non-gold and non-iron, not surprising in appearance, but possessed a kind of strange magic power, which made him reluctant to look away at a glance.

The village chief took a breath, raised a psionic lamp, took a shot at the iron bump, and smiled: "Look!"

Li Yao narrowed his eyes, a faint blue in front of him.

This iron lump was still black and ugly just now. As soon as it touches the light source, a magnificent blue light appears on the black surface, and in the depths of the blue light there seems to be a twinkle of stars, like a huge sapphire. The beauty is extremely beautiful and breathtaking.

"Dark Star Rock?" Li Yao recognized it at a glance.

This substance called Dusky Star Rock is neither gold nor iron, but also has the characteristics of metal and rock. It is not native to the Celestial Realm. It is a kind of meteorite iron from the outer world. The quantity is not very rare, but it is generally a baby. A piece the size of a fist.

It is rare to see such large pieces condensed together to form a natural warhammer shape.

The value of Dusky Star Rock is not very high, because although this material is hard in texture, its conductivity to psychic energy is too poor, and it is difficult to refine it into various magic weapons, which is equivalent to a piece of scrap iron.

Unless refining some magic weapons with very special purposes, it is usually useless.

However, for such a large piece of Dusky Star Rock, the market price is more than 100,000 yuan.

Li Yao's eyes flashed, his breathing was a little short, and he excitedly said: "Village Chief, what do you mean?" (A pie-dropping activity in the sky, a cool mobile phone is waiting for you! Follow it~ Click on the Chinese website official account ( Add friends on WeChat-add official account-enter qdread), participate now! Everyone has a prize, now follow the qdread WeChat official account immediately!)