Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 573
Neither Jiangnan Chunxin nor Leng Yan himself thought, let alone thought, that "Heaven's Iron" could proliferate by itself.

Although, this proliferation has conditions and limitations.

But it's amazing, it's scary, it's outrageous, okay?

It cannot be said that the material belongs to the material, and the function belongs to the function, right?Even if it is iron, it still acts as a bone?
Even Jiangnan Chunxin couldn't figure this out, because although the physiques of the two looked similar, the specific situation was as Leng Yan said, they were completely different branches.

Theoretically the same, after all, is theoretical.

From the composition point of view, only the bones of Leng Yan are made of iron, and the flesh and blood body is still flesh and blood. The "proliferation" that Jiangnan Chunxin said.

This point, in this place of hardship, is actually very dangerous.

As long as it is operated properly, it is almost an inexhaustible supply of high-quality casting materials.

After discovering this, Jiang Nanchun was neither happy nor excited, but only extremely worried and extremely grateful.

Human nature is brighter than the sun and darker than the abyss.

He is glad that Leng Yan has been living in Aofeng, that ordinary people can't come to the thirteen peaks, and even more fortunate that no one has been here before him.

In the profession of foundry, not everyone is open-minded all their lives, otherwise they would not have the art of sacrificing swords by living people. It is not unheard of in the past that a series of murders were caused by a rare casting material.

If the matter of Lengyan is spread to the Forging Realm of Distress, the consequences...

Incredible.

However, in comparison, Jiangnan Chunxin's physique does not have so many disadvantages.

As long as the primordial spirit is still alive, even if the head is beheaded, it can be brought back with two hammers, and there is no need to worry about severed limbs and so on.

It's just that the combat power is a little bit worse, so I can only say that there is something to be willing to do.

Although Jiangnan Chunxin couldn't figure out the situation of Leng Yan, it's not like he hasn't seen similar situations before.

Although, there is only one case.

I believe that the old friend has received the letter now.

And the sword that is being forged now...

If it can be successful, there will be a solution to the problem of Leng Yan's body.

If it is not possible, there is no possibility that it will not be possible. This is the result of the joint efforts of the two of them for several months.

clang clang-

Inside Tianhuo, Kaiwu Tiangong looked dignified, and as the casting hammer in his hand continued to fall, a special "spirituality" was slowly born in the sword embryo.

Time passed slowly, the fire in the furnace rose, the sky darkened, and another nine days and nights passed.

"last step."

The words fell, but I saw Jiangnan Chunxin's left hand seal, drawing the newborn spirituality in the sword.

All of a sudden, clanging swords blew away the wind and snow all over the sky, swept away the cumulus clouds and haze, and reflected the Big Dipper in the distance.

"The Milky Way Borrowing Fights to Forge Stars!"

Seeing again that Kaiwu Tiangong has all the true energy in his body, and the casting hammer pulls the mighty power of ten thousand stars, wanting to shape it with one hammer.

"Heaven forging!"

At this moment, the thunderclouds of the nine heavens surged, and the silver snake danced with electricity, as if the gods were angry.

At the critical moment, He saw a ray of clear sword light piercing the sky and coming through the clouds, blocking the falling thunder and gaining a momentary opportunity.

At the same time, the final hammer was settled, the star spirit was shocked, the sword was suspended in the air, the sound of the sword's cry continued, and the air moved all over the world, controlling the world.

Boom--!
Lightning strikes the sword one after another, one does not know whether it is trying to kill it to the last detail, or to baptize it to make up for its congenital deficiencies.

Jiangnan Chunxin put down the casting hammer and heaved a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, my old friend's support came in time, otherwise there would be a leak."

With his forging skills, as long as the sword can be made, naturally there is no need to worry about it being destroyed in the thunder calamity.

According to common sense, when a general sword is cast, it will naturally not attract thunder. However, what he and Leng Yan did is not much different from that heaven-defying act.

On the side, Leng Yan also stopped her movements and waited quietly with him.

As No.80 a thunder fell, symbolizing the final completion of the Excalibur, the moment the thunderclouds dispersed in the sky.

The heart of Fuling is here.

The sword moved independently, exuding a brisk sword sound, flying around the two of them for several weeks, and finally stopped between Jiangnan Chunxin and Leng Yan.

"Friends, we succeeded!"

Although Jiangnan Chunxin was pale, he didn't feel tired at all, and he was in excellent mental condition.

Leng Yan looked at the slightly pale Jiangnan Chunxin, at this moment, there was a touch of emotion in her heart that was different from the past.

"Xinjun has worked hard."

This time, she did not focus on the sword as before.

"Since one can forge a sword and psychic with the technique of casting a man, it is not difficult to forge a body for a person with the technique of casting a sword.

However, casting swords requires materials, and casting people also requires materials. The five elements can be said to be taken directly from heaven and earth, yin and yang..."

Obviously, Kaiwu Tiangong, who was talking about it at this time, did not notice this change.

Suddenly, the celestial phenomena on the thirteen peaks of Aofeng changed, and the Qing sages and Confucians swept across the sky with flying snow, which changed the color of the situation.

Just when the vast sea of ​​clouds was splitting, I heard Confucian music softly playing, sword light paved the way, and a figure pulling dust came to the thirteenth peak of Aofeng.

"Reading three tombs, mastering five classics, respecting the legal system alone; reading eight Suo, knowing nine hills, only sage Confucianism."

The figure descending with its hands behind its back has a calm posture, and the cold current is hard to get over its body:
"It's been a long time, two friends."

In just a few short months, even Lin Chongyang was a little surprised by the changes in the thirteen peaks of Aofeng. If there were no such cold currents that ordinary people cannot adapt to, it could be called a movie theater in the snow.

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world.

But that sword...

Should I say something worthy of being a friend?
At most, others would just hang up, but as a good friend, he can really rub out the hook for them.

"Brother Lin, thank you just now."

Under the automatic operation of the body, Jiangnan Chunxin's complexion is much better than before.

Leng Yan beside him also said: "It's been a long time seeing Mr. Lin."

Looking at the sword suspended between the two, Lin Chongyang asked:
"Friend's new work?"

Jiangnan Chunxin turned out a folding fan, and his waist straightened by three points:
"How about it? Brother Lin, are you interested in giving this sword a name?"

He looked at the sword again from top to bottom, only to hear Lin Chongyang speak slowly:
"Then Lin will show his shame, this sword is a work that transcends the times, and it should be of great significance to the two friends.

Then how about citing allusions and taking "Crow Nine"? "

"Crow Nine?"

Jiangnan Chunxin recalled the name and remembered a fable and a poem:

"Thousands of years after Ou Yezi's death, the elves secretly granted Zhang Yajiu.

Yajiu casts a sword in Wu Mountain, and the gods of the sky and the sun borrow their merits.

Jin Tieteng's refined fire turned into flames, eagerly begging for Mo Xie's sword. "

Then, a soft voice sounded, but it was Leng Yan who continued the next part:

"Jiancheng has not tried it for more than ten years, and there is a customer who buys it with gold.

Who knows that the three-foot green snake refuses to coil when the box is closed and long-term thinking is used. "

This sword can be said to be the result of the painstaking efforts of two people. After several months of derivation and verification, there were countless failures in the middle.

(End of this chapter)