Beginning to become a saint from the path of time and fruit

Forging swords is definitely not an easy task. The disciples of Jianchi Palace have to hammer the iron embryo every day for at least three years from the time they get started.

But that's just the threshold for making swords. The posture of swinging the hammer, the control of the flame temperature of the sword furnace, and the accuracy of the position of the hammer... These all require habits to cultivate, experience to accumulate, and investment. more time!

Therefore, the old swordsmith originally planned to let Anle spend a month to roughly learn sword making and master some basic skills of sword making, and then let Anle go through the important process of hammering, training and training while he participated in the training. Sword relationship.

Finally, complete the forging and forging of Anle's own sword.

However, at this moment, Anle picked up a thousand-jin hammer and smashed it on the iron embryo in the sword-making furnace. Sparks flew everywhere, but he showed an extremely skillful hammer-dropping style!

"impossible!"

Wan Jie Liu on the side was holding a heavy hammer, with a look of horror in his eyes.

The technique of exerting force on the waist when swinging the hammer, as well as the arc drawn by the thousand-jin hammer, are all exactly the same as the sword-making skills taught by Jianchi Palace. It is like being trained by a Jianchi Palace who has been making swords all year round. Sword's Jianchi Palace disciples are like ordinary!

But... Wan Jieliu believed that during these three days, he had never brought Anle to test the sword with his own hands.

The sword-making furnace is connected with the Earthly Immortal Fire under the Sword Pool Palace. The Earthly Immortal Fire triggered by it will be quite dangerous for those who are not familiar with flames. Even practitioners in the Double Fifth Realm cannot be said to be safe.

Besides, these three days are for An Le to recuperate and stabilize the cultivation of the Double Five Realms that he has just broken through. How could anyone teach An Le to forge swords?

The old swordsmith who had forgotten to drink tea slowly stood up. In his dark eyes, he reflected the iron embryo that had changed its shape under the hammer.

There was a hint of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Forging swords has nothing to do with cultivation, because the heaviest hammer used is only three thousand kilograms. A practitioner of the Fifth Realm can naturally pick up such a hammer after regulating the energy and blood in his body.

However, the hammer's force-generating techniques and so on require countless attempts and explorations. Only after mastering the rules can they truly burst out.

This is why the old swordsmith planned to let Wan Jieliu teach An Le, and wait until An Le can transform the Yuanlingjing iron embryo before he can start the next step of guidance.

And in his plan for Anle, the time left for Anle to transform the fine iron embryo was three days!

However, Anle's first blow... shattered the fine iron and deformed it.

It gave him a surprise.

The momentum that he unleashed and mobilized throughout his body was almost perfect. Although his control of the falling weight was flawed, it was already pretty good.

The most important thing is the emotion revealed between An Le and the falling hammer...

The kind of confidence that when you swing the hammer, it will definitely become a sword...

It was like a violent wave crashing into the old swordsmith.

As the best swordsmith in the world, he has trained too many disciples, but he has never seen a newcomer burst out with such strong confidence when he holds the hammer for the first time!

The old swordsmith raised his hand and stopped Wan Jieliu's words.

The meaning is obvious, let Anle continue to hammer.

After Anle dropped the first hammer, all his mind was intertwined and concentrated on the hammer, and he coordinated his mind to hit the second hammer.

However, although I could get a glimpse of the emotions and joy of the disciples of Jianchi Palace when they succeeded in forging swords, the sword-making experience of the disciples of Jianchi Palace was reproduced a lot.

However, this is still the first time that Anle has lost the hammer, because what he is watching is the process of successfully forging a sword.

Although it was only the first blow, Anle incorporated that confident emotion into it.

After the first hammer, Anle also felt a special emotion spread all over his body instantly. Every inch of flesh and blood was cheering with excitement. His eyes were bright, and the hammer that smashed the fine iron embryo into deformation was ejected by inertia, but it followed the force. Dao, continue to swing, the sparks are flying, like a dream!

continue!

Second hammer!

With this strike, Anle's momentum was even stronger. The first strike may have been restrained, but the confidence of the second strike became stronger!

The compressed air howls!

when--

It was as if thunder exploded under the iron hammer, and thunder arcs swayed and intertwined between the collision of the hammer and the iron embryo!

The flames in the sword-making furnace surged out like a circle of ripples. After hitting the furnace wall, they gathered again in the center, and the fire became fierce!

The sword furnace between Anle's brows rose up in the air, hanging on the sword-making furnace. Countless sword energy burst out from it. With the hammer falling, the sword energy spread and intertwined into it, increasing the distance between it and the iron embryo. Induction, grasp every change of the iron embryo!

In the inner elixir, mysterious meaning arises by itself.

The ferocious beast embraces the mountain, full of great power!

The body of the Tongshen Sword trembled slightly, and even every ray of sword energy in the body was stimulated, and the iron embryo in the sword-making furnace underwent a unique change!

The earthly immortal fire gushes out from the sword furnace, intertwining azure blue and red. The roar becomes more and more ferocious. The flames evaporate the air, and the essence of the hammered iron embryo is filled and intertwined in the air.

"good!"

The old swordsmith's eyes shone with unprecedented joy!

He put down the porcelain vat filled with tea, strode to the sword-making furnace, and began to help Anle forge the sword, turning over the Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace.

There was no deformation in Anle's movements, and there was no panic due to his joining.

Hammer, keep hammering!

Every hit of the hammer caused the fine iron embryo to change its shape!

Originally, the old swordsmith planned to let Anle become familiar with the sword-making process and master the methods of sword-making. Then, under his guidance, he would participate in some minor sword-making processes to increase the familiarity with the sword. This was considered a complete participation. The casting of swords.

But now seeing Anle's skillful forging skills, all his energy and energy surged out, reaching a state that was difficult for an ordinary swordsmith to achieve.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng was so happy!

So spiritual!

This boy can ring the bell thirty-six times, and his sword skills are so natural that he seems to have divine help!

This kind of sword-making state is very rare and unique. It naturally aroused his mood and made him happy to see it, and he started to think about making swords.

He even changed his original thinking. Instead of taking the lead by himself, he planned to take Anle as the leader. He assisted and completed the sword casting that was unique to Anle.

Even if it is only a third-grade sword, the one forged by Anle himself is comparable to a second-grade sword!

Moreover, Wang Yansheng is confident that according to Anle's momentum, with his help, he will definitely not stop at the third level!

when!

Dang!

The sound became louder and louder, and when it was harsh, it was like thunder exploding. It spread from the sword-making workshop to the entire Sword Pond Palace in an instant.

In many sword-making workshops, the disciples of Jianchi Palace or some sword-making masters who were learning to forge swords involuntarily stopped their movements and listened to the explosion of the forged swords, as if they were superimposed to form a monstrous sky. The sound of a falling hammer.

"Who is forging the sword? Is it Master Wang?"

"No, this doesn't sound like the sound of Master Wang's hammer falling. If I remember correctly, Master Wang was teaching Mr. An to make swords today when he rang the sword bell thirty-six times, right? Is it possible..."

"Interesting, go and have a look. Mr. An... must have never made a sword before. The first time he made a sword... does it make such a sound?"

…

The swordsmiths walking out of the swordsmithing workshop looked at each other and discussed with each other.

The next moment, everyone became interested, gave up casting the swords in the sword-making furnace, and walked toward Wang Yansheng's sword-making workshop deep in the Jianchi Palace.

In front of Jianchi Lake, under the huge sword bell, there are many disciples of Jianchi Palace and the geniuses of Dali Kingdom’s Star Ranking who are sitting here, brewing the emotions of the sword bell and realizing the aftertaste left by the thirty-six bell waves. Everyone also showed a look of astonishment.

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Lu Shisan was the most confused. He had a good relationship with Anle in the past three days, but he never thought that Anle could do this for the first time making a sword.

During these days, Anle asked him a lot about the contents and techniques of sword-making, and he talked about everything he knew. From some of the questions, we can know that Anle has never made a sword before, and he is just a novice at sword-making.

However, now I feel like my hair is standing on end as I listen to the sound of hammering on the sword-forging furnace.

Ignoring the lingering thoughts of Zhong Bo, he stood up, put the sword on his back, spread his legs and headed towards Master Wang's sword-making workshop.

Lu Ziwei doesn't know how to make swords, but she is very interested in happiness.

She stood up gracefully and followed him.

Master Wang's sword-making workshop is usually sparsely populated. Because the majesty is still there, the disciples of Jianchi Palace do not dare to come here.

But today, outside the sword-making workshop, there were densely packed Jianchi Palace disciples, and there were many sword-smiths who were shirtless and showed interest.

Through the door, they could see a young man in green clothes in the sword-forging workshop, sweating profusely, wielding a heavy hammer, blending his spirit, sword spirit, and mind, and kept hammering. Using the Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace, one after another exploded into groups of earthly immortal fires that seemed to be shouting!

The red earth fairy fire caused the temperature of the entire sword-making workshop to continue to rise. The intertwined and lingering fire energy seemed to turn into one after another entangled and roaring fire dragons!

"Incredible! This courage, this spirituality! Is this really the first time forging a sword?!"

"Ringing the bell for thirty-six times, the heart of the sword is clear, and coupled with the enthusiasm that goes into making the sword, I don't know why... I seem to see the joy and confidence that I had when I successfully made the sword for the first time. "

"Every hammer fall is filled with the emotions of the swordsmith. Sword-making, sword-making... Over the years, we have become numb when making swords. But looking at it today, it seems that we have clearly understood the original intention of making swords. The original intention Still, Fang is the key to making a true sword!"

Each swordsmith was extremely moved and even a little inexplicably moved.

Naturally, they all have a keen eye. Apart from An Le's masterful sword-making skills, the emotions shown by the sword-smith while forging the sword infected them.

While these swordsmiths were feeling emotional, they were also horrified. Are there really monsters in this world?

Although he has never touched sword making before, he is able to do this for the first time. He doesn't look like a first time sword making person.

Perhaps, some people are born for swords.

The sword tomb mourns for it, and the sword grows on its own for it!

The majestic sword energy emanated from the sword-making workshop, and Anle's mind completely sank into it.

He no longer knew how many times he had swung the hammer, but his momentum showed no sign of exhaustion. On the contrary, it was getting stronger and stronger.

The body of the Tongshen Sword is trembling, stimulating the majestic sword energy. In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, the sword furnace emerges across the sky, and the glow behind the soul is dotted, stimulating the sword waterfall sword energy.

Helping the transformation of the red-hot Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace.

The iron embryo has now been beaten into a long and narrow shape, gradually taking on the shape of the sword body of Mohu. The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng, every time he turns it over, he can place the hammer in the right position at the comfortable point. superior.

The state of peace is getting better and better, and the power bursting out between the falling hammers is also constantly overlapping!

Master Wang Yansheng's face showed excitement and solemnity, and he held a small hammer in his hand at some point, always paying attention to An Le's state.

Once An Le's hammer-drop momentum begins to weaken, he will also drop the hammer to help An Le's momentum!

If you can complete the creation of a sword in one go, it would be of great significance. The sword created in this way is also the most spiritual and most suitable for the sword holder!

Wang Yansheng's eyes reflected the firelight, and the silver threads of his sword were flying in the waves of fire and sword energy. His heart was beating violently, and he was looking forward to this casting!

If the hammer fell at the beginning, Anle relied on watching the scenes of the years when the disciples of Jianchi Palace were forging swords. As the number of times the hammer fell increased, the influence of those scenes of years was gradually put aside. .

The twisting force of the waist, the arc of the swinging hammer, and the added strength of the falling hammer were gradually controlled by the physical body, as if forming a kind of inertia.

That is the change brought about by the Tongshen Sword Body!

Anle did not resist this change, but followed it.

The energy and blood all over the body exploded and surged out, turning into strength. Every time the hammer dropped and exploded with thunderous sounds, it was a training of the energy and blood!

The force of the shock spread along the arms holding the hammer, and continued to spread to the muscles and bones.

In the inner elixir, the innate spiritual energy is intertwined, and being impacted by this power makes you even more tenacious!

The mysterious meaning was born, and the ferocious elephant was like hugging the mountains and roaring filial piety. An Legang's stable body-building cultivation seemed to be greatly stimulated in a period of time!

Forging a sword is like practicing cultivation, breathing in and out is like breathing in, swinging a hammer and shaking is like beating!

Anle's green shirt made a hunting sound, as if even the corners of his clothes were hung with extremely sharp sword energy!

The pure green in the furnace sells the sword energy, and the frost flowers turn white to reflect the immortal roots!

At this moment, in the sword-making workshop, the sword energy was roaring and surging. Those perfect swords that had been tempered and hung on the walls of the sword-making workshop, and even those swords that had failed to be tempered and abandoned on the ground, were all trembling slightly. There seems to be sword energy flowing out of the air!

Every inch of Anle's energy and blood was tortured in the process of swinging the hammer.

Outside the sword-making workshop.

Everyone only felt that the momentum was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of thunder behind the clouds exploded, as if they had piled up into huge waves, and were constantly emptying down!

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmiths couldn't help but become serious.

They gradually felt that this young man in green, who was exposed to sword-making for the first time, might be able to forge an appalling sword!

Time passed bit by bit, but everyone felt nothing.

The disciples and swordsmiths of Jianchi Palace were all immersed in the thunderous sound of hammering. Some people were even silently counting thousands of hammers!

The geniuses on the Star List of Dali didn't know much about casting weapons, but they all left before they stayed for too long.

Only Lu Ziwei was still watching.

She also doesn't know how to make swords, but she understands swords, and she also has her own understanding of sword weapons.

The azure star sword in his arms trembled slightly with every crack of the hammer.

Time passes bit by bit.

The scorching sun rises and sets again, and the stars hang high and disperse in the sky.

However, in the Jianchi Palace, the sound of beatings never stopped, and the earthly immortal fire kept rolling and roaring. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, making the temperature of the entire Jianchi Palace seem to have risen a lot!

The beating continued for five days!

All the disciples of Jianchi Palace felt extremely unbelievable, because during these five days and five nights, the sound of the heavy hammers and the sword-making platform exploding and colliding had never stopped or failed at all!

The momentum keeps rising and rising!

"This...is this going to be a second-grade sword?!"

"Can that young man control this momentum?!"

A swordsmith said in horror.

With a cultivation level of the Double Fifth Realm, the first time you make a sword, you have to challenge the second-grade sword?

What kind of monster is this?

Is that human being? !

For five days, people came and went outside the sword-making workshop, and came and came again.

Everyone is eagerly looking forward to the birth of the sword.

…

…

There was a sword light tearing apart from the sky above Jinguan City. Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting fell with their swords and returned to Jianchi Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace, he felt a wave of emptying heat coming over him.

Zhao Huangting's plain-clothed Xunxun couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What kind of momentum is this? Master Wang has already started to forge swords for Anle? But isn't the momentum too great?"

The heat wave filling the air is the heat caused by the Earth Immortal Fire. However, the Earth Immortal Fire has been controlled by Jianchi Lake for thousands of years, so it is very rare for such a majestic heat wave to sweep through.

Su Muzhe's feelings became clearer, with a puzzled look on his face: "Is it possible that Master Wang didn't make a sword for Anle, but instead forged his first-grade sword that he had worked hard for decades?"

"A first-grade sword that has been worked on for decades?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but feel shy.

Jianchi Lake is the number one sword-forging place in the world. Over the past thousands of years, there have been too many sword-making masters, but over the years, there have been only six first-grade swords in total.

They are: Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Qixing Longyuan.

Each one is a famous sword in the world.

Nowadays, there are only two first-grade Ji swords that still exist in Jianchi Palace, and one is Ji Sword Chengying hanging on the waist of the old sword master.

The other one is the Seven-Star Longyuan guarded by Jianchi Lake!

The four famous swords Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, and Chunjun have long since disappeared and are difficult to find.

These first-grade swords are all ancient swords. In the past two thousand years, the swordsmiths of Jianchi Lake have made the highest-grade swords, which are only first-grade swords.

Although a first-grade sword cannot compete with treasures such as Wenqu Stele, Wu Kui Stone, and Sword Bell.

But it is already the limit of the first grade!

It is the lifelong pursuit of every Jianchi Lake sword master, and he is even willing to sacrifice his life to make it!

"No, the sound of the hammer falling is not like Master Wang's style!"

Su Muzhe suddenly frowned.

The next moment, he looked at Zhao Huangting.

There was a hint of astonishment in the eyes of both of them.

"Is it possible..."

The two of them no longer hesitated, and quickly rushed out. In just a moment, they arrived in front of Wang Yansheng's sword-making workshop.

Today, a dense crowd has already gathered in front of the sword-making workshop.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmiths all rushed over and gathered around outside, squinting their eyes and waiting expectantly for the swords to be forged in the swordsmithing workshop.

"Palace Master."

Many people saw Su Muzhe and saluted respectfully.

Su Muzhe nodded and asked about the specific situation. A swordsmith had already held back his words and just poured them out at this moment.

Su Muzhe understood the specific situation after hearing it for a moment, stopped the swordsmith who wanted to express his surprise, and looked into the swordsmithing workshop in shock.

After five days and five nights of beating, my energy and spirit have risen to such a state!

This young man... did this for the first time in making a sword. What kind of monster is he?

She looked at Zhao Huangting, as if asking with her eyes, what kind of monster did you bring here, sir?

Zhao Huangting was shocked. How could he know that Anle would be able to forge swords?

But facing Su Muzhe's gaze, he had to remain calm, with his arms folded across his chest, his white hair flying, and an unpredictable smile that showed he had everything under control hanging on his lips.

Suddenly, inside the sword-making workshop.

The thumping sound like thunder falling on the world suddenly stopped.

Everyone's hearts skipped a beat.

A swordsmith narrowed his eyes and murmured: "The momentum has reached its peak, this young man has reached his limit..."

"It's a pity, at most second grade... huh?!"

However, the sword master hadn't finished speaking yet, and his eyes widened slightly.

Because, in the sword-making workshop, there was a new beating sound, like a big hand holding up the exhausted arm that could not lift the hammer.

…

…

An Le gasped for breath, and under the swing of the hammer for five days and five nights without sleep, the elemental spirit iron embryo had turned into the shape of a long sword, and the red sword body was as bright as the blazing sun.

After swinging nearly tens of thousands of hammers, Anle felt that his energy and blood had reached the limit, and his mind could no longer support him to accumulate this energy.

Anle let out a breath. Under the green shirt, every inch of skin was bulging, and veins were rolling under the skin like an earth dragon.

Texts from ancient scriptures are intertwined on the surface of the skin. This is a state of exercising to the extreme!

When the momentum of the last strike stagnated, Anle felt as if the mountain-like sword energy was about to collapse instantly and crush him to pieces.

However, there was a crisp sound, which was the sound of a hammer falling, which actually lifted Anle's courage.

Anle couldn't help but look while he was breathing heavily.

But he saw the old man with a silver-haired sword, holding a hammer in one hand, making a crackling sound when he hit it, and he withstood most of the pressure of the sword energy for him.

"continue!"

The old man said solemnly.

Anle gasped and swung the hammer again.

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

As soon as An Le hammered down, the old man took advantage of the situation and dropped another hammer. The sound of one hammer turned into the sound of two hammers, but it pulled and stacked up the spirit that was about to collapse!

The Earthly Immortal Fire exploded, and the sword-making furnace was ablaze.

Wan Jie Liu on the side was already sweating profusely, maintaining the fire, and constantly taking out some dense materials and pouring them into the sword-making furnace to assist in the sword-making!

At this moment, swordsmith Wang Yansheng was helping Anle boost his momentum.

My whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

He felt the divine will coming from Anle, which was a divine will that was enough to make Jian jump for joy!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng suddenly realized why Anle could ring the bell thirty-six and forge a sword for the first time, so he was as powerful as a mountain!

It's talent!

It's the physique!

It is a fate that cannot be copied!

There are scenes flashing by in front of my eyes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime fate, a fate that is hard to capture!

Hot tears suddenly welled up in Wang Yansheng's eyes.

He has always wanted to forge a first-class sword and become a great swordsmith who can catch up with the ancients and leave his name in the world.

But he knew that it was too difficult to forge a first-grade sword.

Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Qixing Longyuan!

Every sword is a legendary sword and is an unreplicable sword!

After decades of hard work on a sword, Wang Yansheng was never sure of crafting a first-class sword.

Because he can feel the emotion of failure and he can't see the hope of success.

And today, he realized a destiny!

If he had not seized this opportunity, he would never have the slightest chance to forge a first-class sword in this life!

"What's wrong with failure? What's wrong with success?"

"It doesn't matter if this sword doesn't belong to me!"

"I hope that heaven and earth will have a chance to forge a sword today!!!"

"Here comes the sword!!!"

Wang Yansheng laughed loudly, and the moment he dropped the hammer, he lifted up the hammer.

He raised his hand and reached out toward another larger sword-making furnace that was burning in the distance.

In an instant, the sword-making furnace exploded to pieces!

A red sword embryo flew over in an instant, and with almost perfect timing, it crashed into the hammer that An Le had just hammered down.

Crackling!

It seemed like endless magma was exploding and falling like rain in the sword-making furnace!

An even more terrifying sword energy and sword intention suddenly erupted!

Inside the sword-making workshop, outside the sword-making workshop.

Everyone is perverted!

Wang Yansheng, the best swordsmith in the world... is crazy!

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