Great Dao Ji

Amid the huge roar of metal, An Qisheng slightly closed his eyes, half asleep and half awake.

Martial arts are in all aspects, walking, sitting and lying are all skills, and every move is martial arts.

Ironmaking, of course, is the same.

Every time he exerts his strength to hammer down, every subtle reaction of himself, the hammer, and the metal being hammered emerges in his mind.

The hammering seems to be the same, but in fact, each hammer has a subtle adjustment.

Hammer, drill, explode, disperse, condense, wrap

Ironmaking is like fighting!

Momentum, physique, and true energy are all fully mobilized.

Every time the hammer goes down, the huge cold iron platform will vibrate and hum, and the magma sea of ​​fire is even more turbulent, making people suspect that the cold iron platform will be hammered to pieces.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The fierce hammering one after another awakened the shocked old monks.

Sanyin and others quickly surrounded him, carrying various metals, controlling the temperature, and helping An Qisheng.

Huangjue Temple has a unique secret that can increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.

At the same time, several old monks were more and more shocked.

Obviously, the Taoist's hammering posture was wrong, but the sound of the hammering was louder and louder, and the hammer was faster and faster, as if he didn't feel tired at all.

Only Sanmu's eyes twitched, and he felt sorry for his hammer.

Although he believed in An Qisheng's control of strength, he couldn't help but worry that his cold iron hammer would be broken.

This force was too fierce.

This busyness lasted for three days and three nights.

Boom!

A loud noise broke the quiet Huangjue Temple in the night.

"Weapon Casting Valley? This, is this a furnace explosion?"

Near the Weapon Casting Valley, many monks were awakened, looking at the Weapon Casting Valley one by one, frowning.

Of course, the success of casting weapons is not 100%. Over the years, there have been many furnace explosions in the Weapon Casting Valley.

The two most dangerous times even triggered the eruption of the volcano suppressed by the cold iron, and almost destroyed the Weapon Casting Valley.

Huhu~~~

Many monks stationed in the Weapon Casting Valley put on single clothes and stepped into the winter night.

Looking up, I saw flames raging in the sky above the Weapon Casting Valley, and a mushroom cloud clearly reflected under the red moon spread out.

What resounded into my ears was the countless sounds of metal clashing.

It seemed that the swords and weapons of the entire Huangjue Temple jumped and jumped.

"What happened?"

All of a sudden, countless monks were shocked.

I felt that the Weapon Casting Valley had become a sea of ​​weapons. Although it could not be seen with the naked eye, I could feel the extreme sharpness brewing and accumulating, which made people shudder.

"This is"

Sankong looked at the Weapon Casting Valley from a distance, and his long white eyebrows trembled.

He had never seen such a situation, but he had heard that two hundred years ago, when the Huangjue Bell was cast, it also caused the military spirit in the Weapon Casting Valley to vibrate.

For two hundred years, countless weapon casters have wanted to reproduce this phenomenon, but none of them have been able to do so.

At this time, a strange phenomenon appeared again?

With a thought, his body disappeared in the wind and snow, heading towards the Weapon Casting Valley.

Whoosh~~~

There seemed to be a strong wind in the Weapon Casting Valley, and all the swords, guns, sticks and clubs hanging everywhere were shaking and buzzing.

Under the Weapon Casting Valley, the fire waves rolled, and the boiling magma seemed to be even more rampant.

On the steps outside the Cold Iron Platform, a group of three-character senior monks who were forced to retreat repeatedly did not care about their dusty faces at all, and looked at the Cold Iron Platform with surprise and joy.

In the middle of the Cold Iron Platform, An Qisheng raised his sledgehammer high, and his white robe kept rolling in the waves of air.

On the iron platform in front of him, a spear was constantly humming and vibrating.

The spear was two feet long, all red, and covered with veins like meridians, from the tail of the spear to the unsharpened spear head.

At this time, the spear seemed to have life, constantly trembling and jumping, making a humming sound like a tiger's roar and a dragon's roar.

There was also a faint extremely sharp aura spreading.

It seemed that if you look at the unsharpened spear head, your eyes will bleed.

"The intention of weapons"

An Qisheng's eyes were half open and half closed.

His mind was unprecedentedly active, and he could feel the invisible and intangible intentions of weapons rolling in, circling around him, no, circling and gathering around this spear, thus causing a substantial storm.

Everything has an aura, whether strong or weak, even iron and stone, the invisible void is filled with aura.

This is the understanding of the aura in Jiufujie.

In fact, just as the mass graves with piles of bones and graves give people a gloomy feeling, and the thousand-year-old temples make people feel peaceful, this Weapon Casting Valley has accumulated a strong sense of war for thousands of years.

But he did not expect that when the spear was about to be completed, it would lead to such a change.

He raised the hammer high, and his half-open eyes seemed to reflect the countless crisscrossing auras of war.

‘The way of heaven is to reduce the surplus and make up for the deficiency. The spear has hidden aura under my hammering, and in this aura, it is at the lowest point, just like water flows to the lower place, and air flows from the place with high air pressure to the place with low air pressure’

An Qisheng thought in his heart.

This is not a bad thing. After being baptized by many auras of war, it must be of great benefit to this spear.

After a long time, when he felt the airflow weakened and the trembling of the spear slowly calmed down, An Qisheng raised the last hammer for a long time.

It fell with a bang!

Boom!

The cold iron platform roared and shook, and the magma rolled.

The old monks only heard a gunshot, then a flash of red-gold light pierced the sky, like a dragon leaping into the abyss, a golden roc spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

The magic gun was finally completed!

The wind was howling, and the snow was all over the sky.

The heavy snow that had been falling for several days had covered the vast land with a thick layer of snow.

On the official road a few miles outside Huangjue Temple, in a pavilion where passers-by usually enjoy the cool, there was smoke rising, and two people sat around a small stove, drinking.

"That old bastard is not a son of man, not a son of man"

Pinching his wet clothes, Ji Liu drank a sip of wine in a depressed mood.

The spicy feeling spread from his mouth and tongue.

He was a little irritable.

With his status, except for the need to be humble in front of the Grand Master, he didn't need to be polite when he saw the frontier officials of Dafeng.

There have always been people waiting for him, so how could he wait for others?

And he waited for three months!

"Sixth brother, no matter how hard it is, can it be harder than us brothers following the master across the vast sea, suffering from hunger and cold for dozens of days, and fighting dozens of battles with the enemy?"

The middle-aged man in black clothes and a dark yellow face shook his head:

"Is it true that you are used to a good life and can't bear the slightest hardship?"

"You have a point, but..."

Ji Liu squeezed the wine glass and shook his head: "You and I fought desperately. There were more than 10,000 brothers back then, and now there are only eight of us left. What is it for? Isn't it for glory and wealth?"

As he said, he poured himself a glass of wine and filled Ji Ba's glass: "Could it be that you are loyal to the emperor and love the country? Don't be silly."

Ji Ba felt Shaking his head, he stopped talking about this with him and asked:

"Sixth brother, what did the master say when you sent a pigeon to deliver the letter before?"

"The master said, let's see if the old Taoist priest has forged a magic weapon. If he has a magic weapon, you and I will immediately release the golden-feathered eagle and retreat, and don't stay for a moment."

Ji Liu put down the wine pot and said with a somewhat cold face:

"The master wants to win over the old Taoist priest, but there was a big fire in Huangjue Temple last night, and there was a hidden intention of war. I'm afraid those old monks still disobeyed the master's intention.

I released the golden-feathered eagle last night. Whether it is true or not, we will know it later. If the magic weapon is completed, he will leave anyway."

Three months is not long, but it is not short either.

At least, with the strength of the Weapon Casting Valley of Huangjue Temple, let alone one magic weapon, even if it is two or three, three months is probably enough.

If the old Taoist priest really brought out the magic weapon, then the problem would be really big.

I just hope that it was a furnace explosion last night, not a real magic weapon!

"In recent years, as the king has become more and more anxious, the conflicts between Huangjue Temple and the court have become more and more frequent. I heard that the Six Gates have been searching for evidence of Huangjue Temple's crimes in recent years.

If they offend the master, it will only accelerate their demise!"

Ji Ba's face was gloomy.

There was no conflict between Huangjue Temple and the court at first. On the contrary, compared with those unruly martial artists, these seemingly honest monks made the court more at ease.

Everything still started from the hunting meeting in Nantian Mountain.

That time, although Huangjue Temple sent many monks to help, it refused the court's requisition of their weapon-casting valley without any room for negotiation.

Although they later offered tens of thousands of good swords and weapons to repair the relationship, everyone with a discerning eye knew that the relationship between the two parties was not as harmonious as before.

The Six Sects want to collect weapons from all over the world, and Huangjue Temple must be the first to bear the brunt.

But as he said this, he was also a little surprised:

"It's just that the movement last night was so similar to the Lord's casting of swords and armor back then, I'm afraid it's not good"

"The Lord is also used to being cautious. There are dozens of divine veins in the world, so what if there is one more? Do you really dare to be an enemy of my court?"

Ji Liu raised his head and drank the wine in the cup in one gulp:

"If he accepts the offer, it's fine, but even if he doesn't, will he be an enemy of Dafeng?"

The divine veins are indeed famous for having one person who can rival a country, but that is definitely not worthy of Dafeng, which has a vast territory, millions of soldiers, and countless masters!

Even a strong man like Pang Wanyang dared not directly attack Dafeng. Even if an old Taoist priest becomes a divine vein, what kind of storm can he stir up?

"Huh?"

Ji Ba held the wine glass, his eyes suddenly moved, and he said in a lost voice:

"Six, six brothers, look"

Ji Liu followed his gaze.

I saw a cold dragon more than ten feet long winding its body among the heavy clouds, wandering in the snow and wind. With a slight movement, it crossed several miles, and its speed was incredible.

Wow~

Ji Ba stood up, and the cup was crushed, and the wine splashed.

Ji Liu's face also changed, and his mind was tense.

I saw the cold dragon swooping down, and a man stood on the dragon's head with a white robe fluttering, playing with a red spear at this time.

He looked at it indifferently.

The eyes were deep and calm, but they seemed to have a substantial weight, which made them feel suffocated and almost breathless.

The second update is sent, and I will continue to write the third update.