Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1268 A sneak attack in the dark
Everyone performed their duties, but they were actually paying attention to what was going on with Mo Xian.

However, because they were separated by a defensive mask, they could only see a rough idea.

"What do you think Mo Xian wants to do, so mysterious?" Meng Yang asked suspiciously.

"I'm afraid it's not for the sake of mystery, but because I'm worried that there will be too much movement. Blacksmiths can't learn it just by watching it from the sidelines." Shen Jing said.

"That's right, let me show you that in 100 years you're still not as good as Brother Mo Xian." Xiao Wu chimed in.

"Uh, why did I come later." Meng Yang retracted his head immediately, the boss was aggrieved enough for his sake.

But he doesn't care too much about these things himself, anyway, when it's time to save face, he is still very important as the boss.

Soon, the bonfire was lit.

A few lively hares were also caught.

They haven't experienced this kind of life for a while, but when they suddenly return at this time, they feel endless aftertaste.

Next, it was Shen Jing and Xiao Wu's turn to take charge.

As for Meng Yang and Jia Ren and Jia Yi, they squatted next to Mo Xian and observed carefully.

"Hey, tell me, can such a small hammer move iron?" Meng Yang asked.

"If the hammer can move the iron block, then what is the hammer made of?" Jia Ren asked.

"If that thing can even be hit with a hammer that can hit an iron block, then what is it made of?" Jia Yi said.

"If, if..." Meng Yang hesitated for a long time, but didn't know what to say, and immediately said: "Stop talking nonsense, take a good look, maybe we can also become blacksmiths."

Inside the defensive mask, the Purple Golden Bamboo was burnt by a ball of black spirit fire, quickly withered, and finally completely turned into a drop of crystal clear green liquid.

Mo Xian divided the drop of liquid into five equal parts, and smashed them into a vial for later use.

The aura in the liquid was also rapidly draining, so he didn't have much time left.

After concentrating on closing the curtain for a while, Mo Xian picked up Meng Yang's weapon.

With the spiritual consciousness wrapped around it, the structure of the entire sword was clearly presented in his mind, like a vast and boundless world.

After such a period of time, Mo Xian opened his eyes, and the Tiangong hammer suddenly hit the stone sword.

"clang!"

As Hong Zhong Da Lu was like, shocking fluctuations immediately swept through the defensive mask.

Even through the defensive mask, Meng Yang and the others could feel the huge power like the sky thunder stirring the earth.

However, Mo Xian seemed to be a normal person, on the contrary, he enjoyed this feeling very much.

His speed was getting faster and faster, and the Tiangong Hammer soon turned into an afterimage.

The sword body has not changed in any way, but some special lines have begun to appear inside it.

This move can be said to be so clever that it is impossible for even a seventh-rank blacksmith to do it.

After going round and round like this, several hours passed quickly, and Mo Xian was already dripping with sweat.

After dawn, Mo Xian put away the defensive mask and ended the night of forging.

Meng Yang and the others didn't ask about the situation, and the group set off immediately.

At night, Mo Xian started forging again.

Since it was the first time I tried it, it was a bit jerky at first, but as time went on, the jerky was quickly disappearing.

After several days in a row, a group of people went deep into this area.

There are more and more disciples of the Promise Sect, and of course there are also some people from other forces.

These are all developed within the scope of the Wuji Sect and attached to the existence of the Wuji Sect.

In the middle of the night, Mo Xian hid in the defensive mask as usual and beat and beat.

The others are sitting around, standing alone as practitioners.

"Whoosh..."

The wind continued to rage, and the moon and stars had long since disappeared.

In the middle of the night, there were some rustling sounds all around, as if something was approaching here.

"Someone is coming!" Shen Jing immediately opened her eyes, and subconsciously wanted to pull out her dagger, but it failed, and she remembered that her weapon was still in Mo Xian's hand.

"Who could it be?" Meng Yang and Jia Ren and Jia Yi also opened their eyes and frowned.

In the darkness, Mo Xian's defensive mask was not obvious, and Mo Xian did not respond in any way.

He has obviously been immersed in a certain state, and has lost his perception of the outside world.

Soon, many black shadows appeared around, countless.

"Xiao Wu's adventure group?" One of them said indifferently, his voice was very dry, and it seemed extremely terrifying in the middle of the night.

"Who are you?" Meng Yang said in a deep voice.

"Someone wants to invite you to go, come with us!" The person who spoke at the beginning continued.

"Who, why didn't he come by himself?" Meng Yang said, the other party came aggressively, obviously it was not a good person.

"You don't have to worry about this. In short, if you want to go to the Promise Sect safely, you'd better be honest." The dry voice continued, revealing some murderous intentions.

"Hmph, what a big tone, this is the territory of the Wuji Sect. Could it be that you want to make trouble?" Meng Yang snorted coldly and said.

"Haha, do you think that the Promise Sect will help you?" With a dry voice, he smiled, and then waved his hand lightly, and all the black shadows rushed out in an instant.

"The visitor is not kind, protect Mo Xian!" Shen Jing shouted coquettishly, and rushed out like a ghost.

Several people scattered around Mo Xian, and Xiao Wu stood beside Mo Xian.

Now that they have no weapons, their combat power must be greatly reduced, but they don't show the slightest fear.

Such a long career in the arena has made them grow a lot.

"boom!"

The two sides collided quickly, and the astonishing fluctuations in Yuanli immediately turned the surrounding world upside down.

In the energy mask, Mo Xian frowned slightly, and the five weapons in front of him floated one by one, obviously different.

And the five drops of cyan liquid were suspended above each weapon, trembling slightly.

As for Jia Ren and Jia Yi's set of two weapons, they were temporarily regarded as one weapon by Mo Xian.

The next step is the last step. Mo Xian will pour the five drops of liquid into the five weapons respectively.

If he succeeds, his forging level will be considered to have improved to another level. Even a real seventh-rank blacksmith may not be able to compare with him.

However, this last step is the most difficult one.

It is very difficult for that small drop of cyan liquid to blend into the weapon. If one is not enough, it is very likely that the whole game will be lost.

Therefore, at this time, Mo Xian had completely cut off contact with the outside world, and focused his attention on the weapon in front of him.

He took a deep breath, and Mo Linghuo immediately evaporated from between his hands, enveloping the five weapons and the cyan liquid in it.

Almost in an instant, a terrifying aura spread within this not-so-large defensive mask.

All the weapons were instantly burned red, and they began to struggle desperately.

These spirit treasures are resisting.

"Hmph!" Mo Xian snorted coldly, pressed his hands together, and all the spirit treasures immediately fell silent.

At the same time, the war outside has entered a fierce stage.

Since there was no weapon, and the opponent had a large number of people and their strength was not weak, Meng Yang and the others quickly fell into a hard fight.

(End of this chapter)