Taoist master wants to ascend

The furnace was blazing by the pond.

With dozens of people serving them, the four great craftsmen were forging iron. Li Yuan was hammering lightly and his attention was on these four.

These four craftsmen had different backgrounds and different skills. Some were fierce, some were gentle, some were more skillful, and some were more powerful.

Among them, Li Yuan paid the most attention to Jiang Xie.

This elder of the Qinglong Pavilion, who was wearing divine armor and holding a divine forging hammer, was no less than 80,000 in stature. He had a very fierce hammering technique.

Every time the hammer fell, the river bank was shaking, and the sound of the waterfall hitting the shore could not suppress her hammering.

"Strong, gentle, skillful, and linked, Master Nie also has his own particularities when hiring people. In a sense, these four can indeed complement each other."

Li Yuan's attainments in forging weapons are already quite profound. At this moment, watching several people forging iron, he only felt that it was extremely smooth and harmonious.

The four of them were hammering iron ingots, but they had no influence on each other. The wind blew and the clouds moved here, and the stream gurgled there. They did not interfere with each other, but they coexisted in one place, with an indescribable beauty and charm.

"This kid is pleasing his teacher again."

Li Yuan's careless ironwork naturally could not be hidden from others. Wanchuan glanced at him and didn't care much. The other three glanced at him and seemed not to notice.

"What is the difference between me and them?"

Listening to the four people's bells of different frequencies, Li Yuan's mind became more and more erratic. Later, he simply put down the hammer and didn't watch the four people hammering, but closed his eyes and listened to the hammer sound.

Sometimes, he would raise the hammer and knock a few times, but most of the time, he closed his eyes and listened.

Among the four people, Wanchuan was the most concerned and would glance at them from time to time. He has been a little upset about the things he had seen wrong in the early years.

"This kid is not pretending." Seeing Li Yuan's open and honest learning, Wanchuan actually admired him. With Li Yuan's current status, he was still so concerned about the art of casting weapons, which showed that he really loved casting weapons. The other masters had different expressions, but they didn't say anything. They came here to receive a large amount of gold and silver from Nie Xianshan, so what's the big deal if they leaked some things? "If the essence of casting weapons could be learned secretly, there would be many masters in the world." Wanchuan shook his head and worked quietly. "What is Li Junior Brother doing?" Outside the field, Xin Wenhua was a little surprised, but soon his attention was attracted by another person. Lin Tingfeng, the leader of Chungang, and his disciples who were carrying iron materials were also closely watching the few people forging iron, and occasionally stretched out his hands to gesture, causing the disciples of the four masters to frown. "Brother Lin, what are you doing?"

Xin Wenhua frowned

"I heard that the four master craftsmen have started to forge divine weapons, so I came here to see if there is anything I can help with."

Lin Tingfeng was a little embarrassed, but since they were all here, he would not leave. Even if the eyes around him made him blush, he pretended not to see it.

"You..."

Feeling the eyes of the disciples of the master craftsmen, Xin Wenhua was quite depressed. He wanted to scold them, but this was his senior brother, the leader of a helm. If he quarreled, it would be a joke.

If he didn't drive him away, he would be laughed at.

"Brother Xin, since this Lin helmsman wants to see it, let him stay."

The speaker was a strong young man with a bronze complexion. He was one of the dozen blacksmiths. He glanced at Li Yuan:

"He is not the only one."

For someone stealing, the disciples of the master craftsmen seemed very calm. They had seen similar things many times.

But if learning secretly can achieve success, what are their decades of service?

"You!"

Xin Wenhua could not help but hear his mockery. Lin Tingfeng's hair trembled, his old face flushed, and he turned around with a few snorts.

"What's the difference?"

Li Yuan heard the commotion outside the field clearly, but he didn't care. He didn't even have this little bit of face, and he still wanted to learn from others?

He closed his eyes and felt the various sounds on the river bank converged in his mind. Since he was taught by the teacher, his hearing surpassed other perceptions and was very sharp.

Just by these chaotic sounds, he could reflect the surrounding scenes in his mind, observe and feel the charm of the hammering of these four master craftsmen.

"Spirit!"

After a long time, Li Yuan's heart was shocked. After listening many times, he finally realized what these four master craftsmen had in common and what was different from him.

It was not the divine weapon-level forging hammer in their hands, but the sound of their hammers, which seemed to have life.

The suspenseful saying is that they hammered like a god, but Li Yuan's own understanding is...

"Visualization method!"

It seemed that a layer of mist was torn apart. Li Yuan opened his eyes, closed them again, and when he opened them again, his eyes were bright.

In the spiritual place in his heart, the body of the spirit who turned into a thunder dragon shook, turned into a human form, and reached out to grab a heavy hammer.

"It seems that it is not that difficult."

Li Yuan felt a little happy in his heart. Some things are really like a piece of window paper. After poking through it, it is found that it is not that mysterious.

At least for him, this is not difficult.

He thought about it and put it away. Li Yuan raised the hammer and dropped it. In his mind, he visualized the heavy hammer in the hand of the spirit falling at the same time.

This is the true sense of hand, heart, and spirit.

Under one hammer, it is the perfect intersection of qi, blood, true qi, physique and spirit.

"Boom!"

How strong is Li Yuan now?

Even without using the palm technique, his pure strength surpasses everyone present. When the hammer fell, Xin Wenhua, Lin Tingfeng and others outside the field suddenly looked over.

The sound wave spread out like a substance, and the huge river bank was covered with waves. The dozens of people closest to each other felt the forging platform jump suddenly.

When the sound wave spread, the body shook as if it was electrified, the bones and internal organs were numb, and the hairs stood up immediately.

"The art of weaponry has been perfected!"

As soon as the hammer fell, Li Yuan felt that the pores all over his body were stretched, a numbness spread throughout his body, and the zhenqi, which was like thunder and lightning, was transmitted perfectly through this hammer.

“Good boy!“

Jiang Xie dropped the heavy hammer, a look of shock flashed across his face.

The expressions of the other master craftsmen also changed, especially Wan Chuan's expression. Seeing Li Yuan's heavy hammer fall again, he felt his scalp was numb.

This hammer already has the qualifications to create a magic weapon.

"Is this okay?"

To the left of Jiang Xie, the burly Gui Haiyou also put down his hammer, somewhat surprised.

Are the masters afraid of masters?

Of course I’m not afraid!

There are many sects in the world that have the inheritance of divine craftsmen such as the Divine Weapon Valley, but there are only a few divine craftsmen, who are even rarer than the masters.

"Is there really a person in this world who can tell a little bit?"

Several people looked at each other and were quite shocked. They didn't even give any advice. This kid only listened to it for a while and actually understood the secret.

Well and perfectly displayed?

This is no longer something that can be described as talent.

"good!"

Everyone on the river bank was shocked for a moment. Only Lin Tingfeng's eyes shone brightly and he yelled loudly. He quickly suppressed his voice and stared at Li Yuan's rising and falling hammer.

Now, no one can say that he stole his lesson.

. . . . . .

Phew~

Like a meteor falling, Nie Xianshan fell to the ground, and the rolling wind came later, blowing his Taoist robes, and the big trees inside and outside the small temple made a "squeaking" sound.

"dragon......

Just as Nie Xianshan uttered a syllable, the temple door was already opened.

"come in."

Nie Xianshan pinched his fingers, suddenly not wanting to go in, but after a moment's hesitation, he walked into the small temple as if nothing happened.

Under the old tree, the Dragon Xixiong is sitting cross-legged. Covered by a faint white light, its red lips and white teeth give it a somewhat majestic look.

Nie Xianshan's eyes narrowed and he felt that in the void behind Long Xixiang, there seemed to be another illusory "sky", in which a blue dragon and an old elephant were invited to swim and stroll.

"Are you really done?!"

Nie Xianshan's chest felt tight, and he almost didn't take a step back. Looking at Long Xixiang, who was full of energy and hanging in the sky behind him, he felt as if someone had slashed him with a knife.

"You actually did it?"

"If you don't break, you don't stand. If you break and then stand, I will be successful!"

Long Xixiang slowly put down his palm and looked at Nie Xianshan, who was pretending to be calm. He first smiled and then burst out laughing, causing the latter's face to turn livid and black from laughter.

"enough!"

Nie Xianshan still couldn't hold it back. He raised his hand, swept his sword energy across his head, and chopped off his head.

Long Xixiang stopped laughing, but did not avoid and resist, letting the sword energy roar towards him and disappear into the void behind him.

"Dragon, Elephant, Vajra, Great Perfection."

Nie Xianshan's breathing was a little rapid.

"I have been sitting here for more than 40 years, but I have not made any progress."

Looking at the four-wheeled sun hanging in the sky, Long Xixiang felt that his mood was equally clear. Years of haze had been swept away, and he felt that his spirit was still lively:

"Old Nie, I think my current divine talent should be no less than that of the two ancestors."

"..."

Nie Xianshan shuddered, took a deep breath, and then felt relieved: "After forty years of fierce fighting with Wan Zhuliu, your savings are enough...

Long Xixiang refused to be polite to him at all and said to himself: "Fifty years ago, I lost the third victory in the True Inheritance Trial. Now that I am out of seclusion, I want to make up for it."

"you......

Nie Xianshan's face turned slightly dark. He regretted coming because this old guy was clearly poking his lungs.

"go together?"

Long Xixiang waved, and two golden lights in the temple fell on him. They were the Canglong cassock and his weapon, the ancient elephant spirit dragon subduing demon pestle.

"Now that you have passed the True Inheritance Trial, do you still need the magic weapon?"

Nie Xianshan's face was expressionless.

"Yes, why not use it?"

Long Xixiang stood up.

"....:

Nie Xianshan rolled his sleeves and was about to leave, but Long Xixiang seemed to have predicted it, stretched out his hand to hold his arm, and pulled him into the secret realm of health preservation.

Nie Xianshan was finally furious:

"Are you done?!"

Three poles high in the sun, there is a large house in the east of the city.

Several old servants stood with their hands down. Yan Chunyang was eating his meal. His movements were slow and slow. After a while, he wiped his hands and stood up.

"Master Hou, this is the Hengshan Dragon and Tiger List, which records the contemporary elite disciples of Longhu Temple...

At this time, the waiting old servant dared to speak.

Yan Chunyang didn't answer and just asked casually: "Is Long Xinglie number one?"

"yes."

"Then there's no need to read it."

Yan Chunyang raised his hand, and a faint light fell on his palm:

"Lead the way, Longhu Temple."