After the world collapsed

Chapter 117 The day of birth, the time of fame

The distance between Huanglong Sword Stove and Heicheng Sword Stove is not too far, and Zhang Sheng soon returned to Huanglong Sword Stove.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, the time has come, but Mr. Huang Long's expression did not improve when he walked out again, but he was even more dignified.

Curly Boy took out a new mold and placed it next to the cauldron.

Seeing this scene, Gongyeting didn't say anything, but what the white-haired old man Jiang Lishan said next caused an uproar.

"The second round is about to begin. Within the specified time of two hours, both sides can inject spirits on the sword."

Spirit injection?That is a technique that only craftsmen know. Gongyeting can inject spirits. What do you want Mr. Huang Long, a mortal swordsmith, to do?
Finally, someone in the crowd watching on the sword mountain couldn't help but shouted loudly, coming and going, and there were even ugly shouts and curses.

In fact, like this competition, swordsmiths and weapon refiners are not at the same level. The competition between swordsmiths and weapon refiners has almost never happened. Will deliberately emphasize the matter of spiritual injection.

The former has no spirit injection link, while the latter is just the opposite. Spirit injection is the most important part of the competition, needless to say.

If we only talk about the steps before the spirit injection, Gongyeting will naturally suffer a bit, because Kong has a body of cultivation and can't use the spirit injection method.

But this competition was proposed by him. If he had said that he wanted to inject spirits, then there would be no competition at all. It is even more impossible for Mr. Huang Long to fight him with the Dragon Yuan Sword as a bet.

Everyone knows that after the spirit injection, the weapon is transformed into a spiritual weapon, which is far stronger than ordinary products in all aspects.

In the first game, he really didn't inject spirits, although the result of the draw made him a little unacceptable.

Even in the second scene, he didn't intend to cast the spirit, but he didn't expect the white-haired old man to say that suddenly.

The white-haired old man put away his long-held smile when he heard the scolding around him. He also wanted to understand this matter as soon as possible. What is the comparison between a craftsman and a swordsmith?

He thought it was just a formality when he was entrusted to come here, but he didn't expect that a tie could be achieved, which is why he made such a bad move, and he didn't expect that the mortals around him would dare to insult him.

If it wasn't for the Xiaoyaozong kid and the boy with the curly hair staring at him all the time, I'm afraid he would have turned his face by now.

Mr. Huang Long smiled and waved his hands, and the noisy and cursing crowd immediately fell silent.

He already knew that this was not a simple competition, Jianshan was just a place for mortals, but even the people from the Immortal League had come, and at this moment, there were countless pairs of eyes staring at it in Qianyuan Realm.

The Qianyuan Realm is like a calm lake, and today's Jianshan is just the ripples in the lake, how big the ripples can be depends on the result of this competition.

The Gongye Court on the opposite side had already begun to melt steel, but Mr. Huang Long stood still without any movement.

Seeing this scene, the surrounding swordsmiths gradually became short of breath.

Finally someone couldn't help but said: "Mr. Huanglong, do you need my ancestral essence stone?"

Hearing this, everyone thought that Mr. Huang Long hadn't moved because of material problems?If you want to win the opponent, it seems that you can only start from this aspect.

For a moment, someone really pushed away the crowd and ran towards their respective sword furnaces. They knew that Mr. Huang Long was also fighting for Jianshan.

Mr. Huang Long's eyes that had been closed all this time finally opened. He heard the voices of these colleagues. It is to improve their respective ways of making swords.

He looked around and trembled slightly, but said in a very firm tone: "Thank you, everyone, no need..."

Then he turned his head to look at the boy with curly hair, and said apologetically, "Brother, it's brother who is sorry for you."

Hearing this sentence, the boy with curly hair froze for a moment, then looked at Mr. Huang Long's firm eyes, nodded slightly, turned around and walked back into the sword furnace.

What is the boy with curly hair doing back in the Huanglong Sword Furnace?
Just when everyone didn't know what happened, they only heard a loud bang in the sword furnace, and then saw the huge sword ornament on the roof of the Huanglong sword furnace suddenly descending an inch from the highest point. Cracked.

In the Ziyang Sword Furnace, Taoist Ziyang, who didn't want to go to see this unfair competition, suddenly looked there from the air, his eyes were full of disbelief, and then he rushed out in three steps at a time.

Zhang Sheng and Huang Shaofei, who had their backs to the Huanglong Sword Stove, also sensed the abnormality behind them, and at the same time turned back to look at the tall sword ornament above the Sword Stove.

Gongyeting was the one who was facing the Huanglong Sword Furnace. Just as he was about to start forging steel, he was also shocked by the scene in front of him.

The huge sword ornament collapsed after being shattered inch by inch, and smoke and dust rose from the roof of the Huanglong Sword Stove. Seeing that the sword stove was about to be crushed by it, the boy with curly hair jumped out of the sword stove.

Before the smoke and dust cleared, everyone's eyes were covered with gray, and then a golden light shot out, and the yellow dragon that was originally entrenched on the sword hilt of the roof seemed to rise into the sky, and there was a faint sound of dragon chant in the smoke and dust.

Seeing this scene, not to mention ordinary swordsmiths, even the two of Xianmeng stood up unconsciously, Gongyeting forgot to hit the flat hammer in his hand, Ziyang Taoist also forgot to wear a shoe came in a hurry.

Mr. Huang Long didn't look back, everyone's eyes were on the sword furnace behind him, but he didn't seem to care about these things, and even started to make adjustments.

No one noticed that he took out a fine stone the size of half a fist and gently put it into the crucible.

The smoke and dust gradually dissipated, but the scene that everyone thought would appear did not happen. The yellow dragon did not break out of the fog. The dragon chant just now was just a sound, and the statue of the yellow dragon collapsed along with the sword ornament.

Just when everyone was disappointed, the boy with the hair tied in his sleeves waved his sword and directed the sword to Mr. Huang Long's side.

At the same time, the moment the smoke and dust cleared, a blue light flew out.

With a whoosh, the blue light sank into the grass beside Mr. Huang Long.

Everyone looked for traces and found that it was a sword with the hilt on top and half of the scabbard in the soil.

Mr. Huang Long sighed softly, bent down and grasped the hilt of the sword and drew it out. The hilt was attached to his chest, and the tip of the sword faced outward, lying flat in front of his body.

Looking down at the sword body is like climbing a high mountain and looking down into the abyss. It is misty and deep, as if there is a giant dragon lying on it.

It was the "Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword".

Although Gongyeting came here for this sword, he had never seen the real Seven Star Longyuan Sword, and everyone present except the boy with the curly hair had only heard of this sword.

Some people speculate that the sword is in the hands of Mr. Huang Long, while some rumors say that the sword has long since disappeared.

Now that I don't know how many years have passed, the Seven Star Dragon Abyss Sword has appeared again.

Seeing Mr. Huanglong holding the Seven Star Longyuan Sword, Heicheng suddenly understood what he was going to do, and immediately ran to a short distance behind him, and asked in a mournful voice, "Huanglong, are you really going to do this?"

Mr. Huanglong laughed when he heard Heicheng's voice behind him and said, "Brother Heicheng, I haven't finished telling you that day, so I'll continue the story. Listen carefully!"

"On that day, based on what was written in the letter left by my grandfather, I found the Longyuan Sword in Cishan, which gathered his whole life and effort, and realized the way of casting with the remaining traces on the sword. "

"I know that once the Longyuan Sword is born, it will cause a great commotion, so I secretly sealed this sword and made an oath."

"The day the Dragon Yuan Sword was born was the day when I, Huang Long, became famous."

"such a pity……"

Mr. Huang Long let out a long sigh, and threw the Longyuan Sword in his hand directly into the crucible in front of him.

"No!"

"Are you crazy?"

Not only Gongyeting was stunned, the two from Xianmeng were even about to run over.

It's just that the boy with the curly hair had already stood in front of Huanglong with a huge sword in his hand.

Zhang Sheng also knew the purpose of Heicheng asking him to fetch the Xin Jinshi hidden under the bed at the same time.

It seems that Mr. Huanglong obtained this stone from Heicheng. The latter may just think that he wants to try to melt the spiritual weapon in order to defeat Gongyeting. The Heaven Rank to Baolongyuan Sword.

Mr. Huang Long turned his head and looked at the mold on one side. It was the piece Heicheng asked Zhang Sheng to fetch before, and the mold was also in the shape of Zhang Sheng's broken knife.

He looked back at Zhang Sheng who was in a daze and said: "You are lucky, I, Huang Long, forged a sword, and the last weapon I forged was a horizontal knife? It's cheap for you. I originally wanted to melt a sword for my junior brother." .”

Hearing this, Zhang Sheng was taken aback. It turned out that Mr. Huang Long had wanted to melt the Longyuan Sword a long time ago. It seems that he learned a lot from Senior Heicheng.

"Brother Heicheng, if I fail, I will leave it to you!"

After Huang Long finished speaking, he reached out his hand into the cauldron, grasped the already hot hilt of the sword, and stood it up.

The vision reappeared, and under the surprised eyes of everyone, a looming golden dragon soared into the sky, but at this moment, the golden dragon was full of evil spirits, as if it knew its next fate, it actually went straight to the yellow dragon.

The latter seemed to have expected this to happen a long time ago, and the other hand reached out from his bosom to take out something, which turned out to be a delicate and small wooden sword.

This wooden sword was a gift made by Mr. Huang Long's grandfather when he was a child. Jinlong seemed to feel the familiar aura above the wooden sword, and immediately let out a mournful cry, and turned his head back into the cauldron.

As soon as the dragon soul fell, the crucible burst open immediately, and waves of tyrannical aura swept across the sky, submerging Mr. Huang Long's figure in it.

The boy with curly hair not far behind saw this scene with slightly moist eyes.

After a long time, when the storm dissipated, everyone saw only Mr. Huang Long in ragged clothes, dying, with his right hand empty-handed above the crucible, strands of crumbs drifting down from his palm, sharp-eyed people saw that the crumbs were exactly the The color of the hilt of Longyuan Sword.

However, the Dragon Yuan Sword has disappeared, and has merged with the bronze solution in the crucible. The dark green solution has traces of golden strands and ghostly blue colors, which is indescribably weird.

A gust of wind blew by, and the rags on Mr. Huang Long's right arm were blown to the ground, revealing the bloody flesh underneath, with faint bones visible.

He actually used himself as a guide, restrained the last backlash of Longyuan Sword with his mortal body, kept the container that melted it, and allowed this sword casting to proceed.

Then he tilted his body, and the eyes that had already become hollow were no longer alive.

Before he fell down, the boy with curly hair had already stepped forward to hold his body, but he didn't keep his soul.

The little boy who suppressed his grief immediately turned his head and glanced at the old man in black robe not far away.

Heicheng understood, and forced himself to step forward, lifted the crucible with his seemingly thin arms, and carefully poured the solution into the mold.

At the same time, the white-haired old man couldn't sit still any longer, and flew over to stop him. Huo Jin, who was at the side, immediately leaned over and pressed over.

Although Zhang Sheng had only met Mr. Huang Long a few times, and the other party even refused to recast the broken knife for him, what happened just now made him feel his throat swell slightly and his eardrums ringing.

He sacrificed his life to forge a sword, but someone wanted to destroy his hard work.

Zhang Sheng and Huang Shaofei beside him reacted almost simultaneously.

Get up suddenly and draw out the sword.

　Chapter 2022 in 1, fellow Taoists, happy new year.

　　
　
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