Slaughter the sky against the dragon

Chapter 21, No Weapon

Long Buqi went to Zanlong Town and found the blacksmith shop where the treasure was forged last time.

The owner of the blacksmith shop saw it from a distance, his eyes lit up, and he kicked an apprentice in the ass.

"Put on your clothes, the blacksmith is here again!"

The whole blacksmith shop was in a mess.

The shirtless and sweaty masters and apprentices who were blacksmithing were suddenly in a hurry to find clothes to put on.

"Don't be ashamed in front of the blacksmith!"

"Hurry up and clean up the shop!"

A group of people greeted him out the door, looking at Long Buqi with smirks.

Long Buqi took out a piece of silver and gave it to the blacksmith owner.

The owner of the blacksmith shop was at a loss, waved his hands again and again, rubbed his head and laughed innocently.

"My lord, it is our honor that you use my blacksmith shop to forge treasures. How can I accept your silver."

In the small Burial Dragon Town, in the eyes of blacksmiths, blacksmiths are as rare as gods descending from the earth.

Long Buqi put the silver on the stove.

Enter the blacksmith shop, take out the purple cold iron, and start forging.

Making sword embryos, smelting, forging, and inscription patterns.

All in one go!
In just one meal, a purple long sword was forged.

The sharp purple sword aura is chilling.

"You can't call it a weapon."

Long Buqi thought for a while, and carved the word "Buqi" on the body of the sword near the hilt.

The master blacksmith and the apprentices watched Long Buqi leave with the purple long sword in his hands, and it took a long time to come to their senses. They had seen him forging treasures last time, and it was still a bit shocking to watch it again this time.

A blacksmith is sweating profusely when forging weapons, but when he forges treasures, he has a pleasing feeling, as if he is not making murderous weapons, but an exquisite work of art.

Return to Qingfeng Mountain.

Long Buqi began to refine the elixir with a large copper furnace.

"Blue Anaconda's Beast Pill and Red Flame Grass are used as the main medicine, supplemented with some spirit grass, which can refine Ice Fire Pill!"

The Binghuo Pill is cold and hot, which is very helpful for tempering the body.

With the refining of the Binghuo Pill, the medicinal fragrance permeated the entire small courtyard.

There was a strange breath wafting out, suddenly cold, like a cold wind blowing, and suddenly hot, like a scorching sun shining.

"No, what pill are you refining?" Long Lingyue was a little surprised, there was a raging fire under the pill furnace, but the breath from the pill furnace was cold and hot for a while.

"Binghuo Pill." Long Buqi picked a branch from the ancient tree and nailed it to the ground in front of the big copper furnace to calculate the time. The Binghuo Pill needs ninety-nine and 81 days to be refined day and night.

Long Buqi explained.

"Binghuo Pill is a high-grade treasure pill, which has a strong effect on tempering the body."

Long Lingyue took a deep look at Long Buqi and remained silent.

A mysterious senior passed on what he had learned all his life to this nephew. She has already seen that this nephew is not interested in Zanlong Town. This small place can't keep him. He is destined to leave Zanlong Town. , like a dragon entering the sea, soaring into the distance.

"No, you used to always ask about the whereabouts of your father and mother. In fact, my aunt didn't know about it. It's been ten years since I heard from you."

Long Lingyue touched Long Buqi's jet-black hair, her eyes were a little red.

"You have grown up, you have to take good care of yourself in the future. After you leave, my aunt will also leave Qingfeng Mountain to find her brother and sister-in-law. Even if she is dead, she must bring the bones back for burial."

Long Buqi remained silent. In Long Buqi's memory, every time he asked Long Lingyue about the whereabouts of his parents when he was a child, Long Lingyue would get angry.

So, he never asked.

Long Buqi's father, named Longqian, is the most outstanding disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect in the past century. He has achieved the power of the eighth-fold gold dragon in body training when he was only in his 20s. A person with a quasi-precious body.

Just when they were about to succeed to the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect, the couple suddenly left, and there was no news for ten years.

Long Buqi's mother is not a local, but she met Long Qian when he was out training.

The two probably died outside, otherwise, they wouldn't have left Long Buqi who was only a few years old and ignored.

Day by day
The flames under the alchemy furnace kept burning day and night, and there were eighty branches on the ground.

Long Buqi and Long Lingyue practiced hard to prepare for leaving Zanlong Town.

A touch of parting sorrow hangs over.

Long Buqi practiced in a stone forest.

Click! .
Every punch shattered the hard rock.

A phantom of a fierce tiger floated above.

He was full of blood, and his eyes were piercing. His previous weak body was gone forever. He glanced at his strong body, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

After this period of hard work and hard work, his cultivation has climbed from the third level of body training to the peak of the third level of body training!
He has been suppressing his cultivation, with a solid foundation, and has not made rash advances.

The cultivation experience in his previous life made him deeply understand that the stronger the foundation, the higher the achievements in the future!

Those warriors who blindly pursue their cultivation base showed their talents at the beginning and were called geniuses, but in the later stage, they gradually became weak and lost to everyone, and could not compare with the potential of a warrior with a solid foundation.

A handsome young man strolled towards the stone forest, accompanied by dozens of Qingfeng disciples, like stars holding the moon.

"Brother Trumen, I heard that you have been selected into the inner sect of Yunxiao Sect, and now your strength has reached the fifth level of body training, right?"

"Brother Trumen reached the fourth level of body training last year, and now his cultivation is even more unfathomable, and he has learned the top swordsmanship of Yunxiaozong. No one in the younger generation of Zonglong Town is a match for Senior Brother Trumen!"

Truman waved his hand slightly and smiled modestly.

"Junior Brothers are absurd, I am not even in the top [-] disciples of Yunxiao Sect."

All the disciples were shocked, Trumen is a genius who appeared once in ten years in the young generation of Qingfeng Sword Sect, but he didn't even rank in the top [-] disciples of Yunxiao Sect, which shows how terrifying the strength of Yunxiao Sect is.

Truman stared at Long Buqi who was practicing boxing, and pointed out, "Although I'm nothing in Yunxiaozong, I'm more than enough to deal with some scumbags!"

All the disciples were silent. Obviously, Truman was speaking to Long Buqi!
Seeing that Long ignored him, Truman ignored him, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

"Longbuqi, don't forget about tomorrow's competition. If you dare to cut off my younger brother's arm, I will return it tenfold and crush your bones one by one! I will become the Qingfeng Sword Sect!" When you were a big brother, you were still playing with mud, there were no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys were kings, if I wasn't in the Qingfeng Sword Sect, where would it be your turn to be arrogant and domineering!"

Long Buqi slowly stopped practicing, and said indifferently, "Remember to wash your neck clean at night, so as not to dirty my sword."

"you!"

Truman's face was livid, he clenched his fists tightly, and his eyes flashed with a deep killing intent. If it hadn't been for an agreement, he would have made a move now. He sneered, "I'd like to see, it was your aunt who passed it on to you." Your swordsmanship is great, but my Yunxiao swordsmanship is the best!"

With his hands behind his back, Long Buqi strode past him, without even bothering to look at him, strode away.

"That depends on whether you can force me to draw the sword."

Only an indifferent voice came from afar.

All the disciples looked at Long Buqi's straight back like an iron spear in shock. Truman, who had returned from the Yunxiao School, was looked down upon by him. How high is his vision?

(End of this chapter)