Master of Fist

That night, after having dinner at Juxian Villa, he left directly. The owner of the villa was actually a little worried after being excited. After all, this matter was a bit too mysterious.

Even if there is an external training method, it is impossible to step into the stage of strong forging without the fresh bones of a demon. The old owner of the Yu knows this. The Yu family has passed down thousands of years. The records are very detailed.

He even had a set of foreign training methods in his family, but because the demons took over later, the entire former Chen country's foreign training was wiped out.

The patriarch of the Yu family also advised his descendants not to train outside. After a lot of consideration, on the one hand, no matter how hard you practice, you can't step into the realm of a master of foreign training. Since you can't step into the realm of a master of foreign training, you simply have to give up your thoughts on foreign training.

And even if he cultivated to the bone-hardening realm of foreign training, he was still no match for demons, and in the end he still couldn't escape the fate of being reduced to blood food.

In addition, external training is really difficult to practice, external training is a grind, and the path of external training to the master is dead.

That's not as good as the internal training. At least the pulse refining state of the internal training can have a certain effect on the body, and the external training is not as effective as the internal training even if it is combined with the breathing method. If you want to make the warrior's body longer, External training is only possible if you step into the stage of strong training, that is, the stage of external training masters.

But in today's arena, everything is for inheritance. Only an older generation of martial arts masters sits in charge, and a power can last for a long time.

This is the hidden rule of today's rivers and lakes. The environment has changed, and everything is just following the trend.

In this regard, suddenly such a person explained to you that two monster corpses could be produced tomorrow. To be honest, the old owner of the village couldn’t believe it. After being excited, he just smiled. He felt that this young man should be joking with him today.

But there is nothing wrong with it.

But... the next day, what the old owner Yu didn't expect was that this group of young people actually came to visit again. He thought that he would never see this young man again.

But when dozens of people in front of him entered the village with bamboo baskets wrapped in cloth one by one, the old farm owner Yu was stunned again, and he opened his mouth when he saw the bamboo baskets.

These people are naturally under Jiang Heng's command, and all of them are in the third-rank realm, because the stairs in Juxian Villa are really not suitable for carriages, and even if the corpses of monsters have limbs, just a few pieces are not ordinary first- and second-rank warriors I can carry it.

That's how Jiang Heng got two groups of people to take turns to replace them. If he wasn't afraid of causing a sensation, he would even carry them all by himself.

Jiang Heng waved his hand at the old owner of the villa, who was stunned for a while before approaching him. Jiang Heng deliberately avoided other people, and casually picked up a corner of a bamboo basket for the old village owner.

Seeing this, the old master Yu's eyes widened in an instant, and his eyes shrank suddenly, and immediately the eye sockets were slightly red.

It doesn't mean that the old owner's emotions are out of control, Jiang Heng grinned lightly and said: "Senior Yu can't just let these things just be put here?"

"Yes! Yes, yes, yes!"

Senior Yu quickly suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, greeted everyone with a wave of his hand, and at the same time directed them to start heading towards the underground secret room.

The underground secret room of the Yu family is generally not open to outsiders, except for the direct descendants of the Yu family, or people who are extremely trusted by the Yu family, outsiders are not allowed to enter.

But today, the old manor owner couldn't care about it at all. He greeted everyone with smiles from ear to ear and walked towards the underground secret room.

After all the bamboo baskets were placed in the underground secret room of Yu's house, the old village owner Yu arranged for these people brought by Jiang Heng to rest in Juxian Villa first, and let the servants directly entertain them.

After giving all these instructions, he rubbed his hands and led Jiang Heng into the underground secret room. At the same time, Yu Youdao's son Yu Shouren came down with him.

Yu Shouren didn't know what happened at this time, he just kept winking at his father, after all, this was the top secret of the Yu family. But today I don't know why my old man brought so many people in at once.

It's like going to the private room to listen to the oiran playing the piano and listening to ditties, but the next moment you find that the oiran has turned into an ordinary Goulan who has experienced thousands of battles.

This made Yu Shouren look at his old man very resentfully.

"Senior Yu, can we start?"

Seeing that the old owner was still playing silly, Jiang Heng couldn't help but say.

"Well, that's right! That's right! I'll start now, old man!" As he said, the old owner Yu nodded vigorously with a smile, and then turned his head to look at Yu Shouren who was aside, and said viciously: "Stinky boy, let the labor and management take a good look at this. But it’s a handicraft handed down from our ancestors!”

Yu Shouren shivered in fright, nodded quickly and dared not say anything more.

Jiang Heng glanced at the only son of the old man, the young owner in front of him should belong to the kind of seedling in the greenhouse, and he was too well protected by his parents.

There are many such people in this world, but definitely not many. Because even if they are the sons of some gang leaders, most of them will let their heirs see the fighting and see the world more or less.

For example, the younger generation of the Fu family, it is said that they are often tempered outside, even if they are covered by the Canglang Gang behind them, they have seen some storms anyway. Among them, it is not unreasonable for Fu Qingshui to be able to cheer up so quickly after the collapse of the Canglang Gang.

The old farm owner Yu has already begun to instruct his son to open the bamboo baskets one by one. When Yu Shouren saw these unknown pieces of meat, his expression didn't change much. He didn't have Yu Youdao's eyesight and naturally didn't know about it. What the hell is a piece of meat.

The old proprietor Yu started to ask Yu Shouren to help carry the bamboo basket into the giant furnace again. Yu Shouren tried to lift a bamboo basket and it seemed a bit difficult, so he planned to reach out and grab a piece of meat. But soon he was scolded severely by his own father, Yu Youdao.

Yu Shouren became even more depressed. He gave his father a weak look, and then gave Jiang Heng a sneaky look.

Jiang Heng was not in a hurry for such a while, he watched cheerfully as the Bainen young master poured bamboo baskets one by one into the giant furnace angrily.

It took a full two or three sticks of incense before Yu Shouren, the owner of the young village, poured all these monster meat pieces into the furnace.

At this time, old owner Yu had already taken out some tools from one side, but it was nothing but a weird hammer, which seemed to be very heavy. After trying several times, old owner Yu didn't move it, and Jiang Heng didn't bother to look at it either. Before lifting it up, it wasn't particularly heavy, only about three thousand catties.

"Thank you, this old man can't lift it anymore!"

Yu Laozhuangzi smiled helplessly, and was a little embarrassed when he came to the furnace.

Jiang Heng also suddenly came to his senses at this time, it seems that the old owner's state really can't beat this thing. Not to mention sacrificing this blood soldier.

"But it's okay, I still have a son!"

The next moment the old man called Yu Shouren over.

"Do you remember the blood sacrifice forging method that labor and capital taught you back then?" The old owner Yu almost roared out these words.

"Well, remember..." In the middle of speaking, Yu Shouren seemed to have thought of something, he quickly stretched his neck into the furnace and wanted to look in, but there was nothing but the fiery red one.

"Father...Dad... just... what was thrown in...is..."

"Ok!"

The old farm owner Yu nodded slightly, and immediately slapped Yu Shouren on the back of the head and cursed: "Then why are you still standing there? Hurry up and work!"

Yu Shouren rubbed the back of his head. At this time, he didn't have any complaints, just kept being silly, rolled up his sleeves and carried a sledgehammer to press the mechanism, and the black long knife in the furnace was slowly exposed again.

At this time, Jiang Heng found that this kid looked thin and weak, but in fact he was full of tendons, but his appearance was so delicate that it made people feel delusional.

Yu Shouren picked up the long black knife with pliers, trying to get it out, but it was too heavy to lift.

Seeing this, Jiang Heng immediately picked it up with his hands, and Yu Youdao asked Jiang Heng to put it on the iron ingot beside the furnace, and Yu Shouren began to beat it in a unique way.

Jiang Heng watched silently from the side, Yu Shouren's beatings were very rhythmic every time, every breath and every beating was very rhythmic, and he didn't deliberately pursue blindly beating hard with the hammer.

After beating for a while, seeing that his son was still beating foolishly, Yu Youdao shook the back of his head again and cursed: "Stinky boy, it's time to quench the blood."

Yu Shouren didn't get annoyed and quickly stopped what he was doing, he was very clear about his old man's temper. He usually has a soft voice, but when it's time to blacksmith, the old man seems to be a different person. Once he makes a slight mistake, he will never speak if he can do it.

Yu Youdao began to direct Jiang Heng to put the black long knife into the furnace again, and after waiting for a full incense stick, he took it out again, and Yu Shouren began to beat it again.

It went round and round like this, tossing back and forth more than a hundred times, and with each continuous beating to quench the blood, traces of blood lines gradually appeared on the black long knife, and the blood lines appeared dark red. Much scarier than it was at first.

Even though old man Yu didn't directly participate in the beating at this time, he still felt profusely sweating. His body was the weakest here, so he had to sit on a small stove next to him, and his commanding voice was much quieter.

The forging was still going on, and it was forged dozens of times, and the old man spoke again this time.

"Stop! Young Master Jiang let out blood!"

"bloodletting?!"

Jiang Heng looked at Old Man Yu suspiciously, not understanding what he meant.

Seeing this, the old owner patiently explained: "Let your own blood go, the blood soldier sacrifice requires your own blood for the last step, after the blood sacrifice, this blade will be connected with your mind, and can maximize the drive of this sword." Handle blood soldiers!"

Hearing this, Jiang Heng nodded, looked around, found a seemingly brand-new blade on the wall, held it in his hand, and swiped it hard.

Not scratched.

Just drawing a series of sparks, the two father and son were a little terrified.

Jiang Heng frowned and swiped harder again, with a splash, the blade rolled directly.

"Use this!"

Yu Youdao couldn't stand it any longer, so he quickly got up and picked a blade from the side that was completely different in quality from the one in Jiang Heng's hand, and handed it over.

This time Jiang Heng slashed hard, and finally cut through the flesh, but the wound was not deep, so he had to slash a few more times, and finally a cut was made on his wrist.

Stretch out your arm, put it on top of the black blade, exert some force on your palm, and the blood began to drip continuously, dripping onto the blade.

Tick ​​tock!

The blood fell onto the blade and made a sizzling sound, but no blue smoke came out, but it seemed to be absorbed by the blade quickly.

As the blood melted into the blade, the dark red lines on the blade began to slowly reveal scarlet blood.

The blood light became more and more abundant, and the blood kept dripping.

After putting enough amount for a small teacup, the old farm owner Yu stopped Jiang Heng's movements.

"enough!"

"The last blood quenching!"

Yu Laozhu's tone was a little excited, Jiang Heng nodded and put it into the furnace again.

This time, it took a full hour for the old owner Yu to let Jiang Heng take him out.

When the black blade was picked up, Jiang Heng frowned slightly, and slightly increased the strength of the pliers he held.

The strength increased, this time almost 80% of the strength was used. The veins were slightly raised, and the black long knife began to be pulled out slowly.

"Haha! It's done! It's done!"

Seeing this scene, the old owner Yu's eyes were bloodshot, his face was full of excitement, and he laughed almost hysterically.

Jiang Heng's face became more and more excited, as if the heavier the thing was, the more excited he became.

When the black long knife was brought out, Jiang Heng threw away the pliers in his hand and stretched out his big hand to hold it directly.

It was a bit difficult to use the pliers to clamp it just now, and it was only after this grip that I felt the real weight of the knife at this time.

Jiang Heng's eyes narrowed slightly, and his muscles jumped up sharply.

The good guy is twice as heavy as before! It looks like nearly 30,000 catties!

What Jiang Heng didn't expect was that there was a feeling of blood connection in this grip.

Trying to let Qi and blood pour into it, but saw that the dark red lines on the black knife began to turn blood red and bewitching, and the blade made a soft whine.

With a light wave, a burst of blood burst out, and the ground suddenly exploded with a bang. At this moment, the floor made of huge stones has cracked a deep ravine.

Seeing this scene, the father and son of the Yu family almost burst into tears. The touch in the hearts of the two fathers and sons watching all this cannot be understood by outsiders.

Hundreds of years of inheritance, this moment reappears, this feeling is indescribable.

In particular, this blood soldier was not forged with human blood, but with the blood of demons that the ancestors rarely used.

Jiang Heng didn't feel as much as they did. He was silently perceiving the blood soldier in his hand. He didn't even use up 10% of his blood for the knife just now.

This kind of feeling was not felt even by the previous Demon Bow. Although the Demon Bow could withstand the infusion of Qi and blood, it was far less smooth than the blood soldier in his hand.

It feels like this is not a weapon, but an extension of the arm.

He faintly felt that if he used this blood soldier to perform moves such as covering the sea, would he be able to use it with infusion!

Jiang Heng couldn't wait to try one or two.

The old master Yu seemed to have seen something at this time. He looked at the blood soldiers dancing with fanaticism and said: "Come here to try the field! Try the power of the blood soldiers! You must try! I want to see to the end Is it the same as what is recorded in ancient books!"