The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Chapter 441 Sword Stone

"Brother Lu only said in the letter that there was one Zhenwu magic weapon that needed to be smelted. Now you've given me two. Do you really think I'm a god?"

Melting divine weapons is not an easy task. Just smelting one of the Fire Spear or the Wushuang Sword is already troublesome enough, but it is still within Li Hanfeng's acceptable range.

But Fang Xun wanted to melt both pieces right from the start, and he would stop doing it as a success.

Faced with the other party's questioning, Fang Xun's face was also embarrassed.

"Well, I didn't think it through. Then I'll just use this unparalleled sword."

He hadn't expected this to happen, so he quickly put away the flaming spear and the demon-subduing pestle, taking them one at a time.

He used the Wushuang Sword as material and kept the Fire Spear with him.

This magical weapon is easy to carry. Although it is not as big as the Wushuang Sword, it can be used as a backup weapon.

Li Hanfeng's expression also eased a little: "My Lord, I am not trying to shirk my responsibility, but it is really difficult to fuse two Zhenwu divine weapons into one while ensuring that their spirituality remains intact. I hope you can understand this."

Fang Xun quickly said, "Senior, what are you talking about? It is I, Meng Lang, who is being reckless. Please take a look at this Broken Cloud Stone."

Li Hanfeng nodded, picked up another piece of Broken Cloud Stone from the box, felt it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed.

"My Lord, you are so lucky to have this kind of rare stone. If I force you to smelt it, I can't guarantee that I can complete it in a short time. But with these six Broken Cloud Stones and a few brothers working together, it will be done in three months at most!"

Fang Xun finally felt relieved after hearing this, and asked, "Senior, is there anything you need? As long as Fang Xun can do it, I will definitely satisfy you."

Since the other party had promised it, Fang Xun also asked about the price. Of course, he couldn't let the other party work in vain.

Li Hanfeng stroked his beard, and after a moment's hesitation, he said, "There's no need to let the Marquis spend money."

"Alas, how can this be done? I know the rules of the Sword Forging Pavilion. No one has ever come to ask for a sword empty-handed."

"My Lord, please listen to what I have to say first."

After Fang Xun said this, Li Hanfeng raised his hand to signal him not to be anxious.

"This time, the Marquis commissioned a Zhenwu magic weapon. For this kind of order, my Sword Forging Pavilion has a rule that as long as the customer can leave a sword mark on the sword stone in the back mountain, we can forge a Zhenwu magic weapon for him for free.

Besides, this matter is not without benefits to the Marquis. It may even help him break through to Zhenwu!"

When Fang Xun heard that it would help in breaking through Zhenwu, he immediately became alert.

"I have heard of your sect's Sword-Retaining Stone, but I only know the basics. Please tell me more about it, senior."

"Um"

Li Hanfeng cleared his throat and began to tell a story.

“This Sword Stone is a strange stone that has always been located at the top of the mountain behind. Anyone can carve the meaning of martial arts on the Sword Stone for outsiders to comprehend.

But not everyone is qualified. There are even some Yangshen Grandmasters who have tried hard but just could not leave any mark on it.

Our Sword Forging Pavilion has been established for more than 800 years. During this period, many masters have come to us to seek the Zhenwu-level divine sword. They would leave a sword mark on the sword-leaving stone to express their own sword intent.

After leaving behind the sword intent, the Marquis can also comprehend the sword intent of others, and learning by analogy is also a gain."

Fang Xun's eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, then I will go and see it now, and I won't bother you anymore."

"Well, go ahead. Leave the weapon forging to me. You can come back in three months."

After Li Hanfeng finished speaking, he called a disciple and gave him a few instructions. Then the disciple led Fang Xun out of the yard.

"My Lord, please follow me."

The two of them shuttled back and forth in the mountains, passing by one building after another. After walking for a while, Fang Xun seemed to remember something and asked the other party, "I heard that Jian Wuyixian from Shenjian Lake is also in the Sword Forging Pavilion?"

After hearing this, the disciple hurriedly replied, "Sword Master has indeed gone up the mountain a few days ago to gather his strength to prepare for the duel with Little Fist God in three days. He also happens to be in the back mountain now to comprehend the Sword Stone. My Lord should be able to see him when he goes there."

After hearing this, Fang Xun also became curious about the showdown between the two in three days.

Jian Wuyi and Li Xuanfeng can be considered as the newly-emerged top masters of the young generation. Both of them are Yangshen Grandmasters, and they are also on the Earth Ranking, all of which are achievements they have earned through fighting.

The duel between two Earth List Grandmasters is rare in the martial arts world, and both of them are talented young people who are in the limelight. It is bound to attract a large number of people to watch the fun.

Of course, this time the two did not have a conflict or hatred. They just met by chance and agreed to exchange some ideas, and there was no harm in the relationship.

Fang Xun would also go there to join in the fun and he also liked it.

After saying this, he stopped talking, and the two of them walked along the way in silence for more than a quarter of an hour before arriving at the top of the mountain behind the Sword Casting Pavilion.

This place has been flattened into a square.

Looking up, the sky is vast and the earth is boundless, and all the peaks of Jianlu Mountain near and far are in sight.

The mountains and misty clouds are like a fairyland, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

After arriving at the platform on the top of the mountain, Fang Xun saw dozens of warriors in the square, all sitting in a circle around a mossy boulder in the center. Jian Wuyi was among them.

The boulder is three meters high and lies on the ground. In addition to the marks of wind and frost left by the years, there are also sword marks that are some eye-catching and some inconspicuous.

Fang Xun took a look and it was as if he saw a swordsman dancing with a sword.

At this time, Jian Wuyi seemed to realize something. He suddenly opened his eyes and turned around, meeting Fang Xun's eyes.

After not seeing each other for about four years, Fang Xun discovered that Jian Wuyi had changed a lot.

Four years ago, the other person was like a sword drawn from its sheath. Just looking at him made people feel sharp, cold and a little dazzling.

But now Jian Wuyi gives people an indescribable feeling of being ordinary, and the iron sword on his body seems to be just a piece of ordinary iron.

But Fang Xun knew that the opponent had simply restrained his sword intent perfectly. This state was even more terrifying, like a sword that had not been unsheathed.

In an instant, a raging fighting spirit burned in Jian Wuyi's eyes, and a faint sword intent permeated the air, which immediately alarmed the others, and they all looked at him.

When they saw Jian Wuyi turning his head, they also turned around and saw Fang Xun, and were stunned for a moment.

"Who is this?"

"Is it Black Hand Sword Fang Xun?"

Only a few people recognized Fang Xun, and most were wondering who he was.

But anyone who can attract Jian Wuyi's attention must not be an ordinary person.

The next moment, the trace of sword intent that had just appeared in the air disappeared, and Jian Wuyi's eyes returned to normal. He just nodded to Fang Xun, then turned his head to continue comprehending the sword marks on the sword stone.

Fang Xun smiled and walked straight towards the Sword Stone. He saw one of the young men who was meditating suddenly stood up and smiled at him.

"It turns out that it is Marquis Lin Chuan who has come."

The young man was dressed in plain clothes, had a square face, a simple expression, and carried a thick-backed heavy sword of ancient style on his back.

"With the Marquis's strength, it would be easy to leave a sword mark on the Sword Stone."

(End of this chapter)