Blue Silver Grass Strategy

Not only could he entrust the famous Master Ling to deliver the thank-you gift, but he could also snatch something from the "King Kong Iron Arm Ape King"? How is this different from snatching food from a tiger's mouth?

Where does this little blacksmith come from? Why is he so wild?

Chapter 559 Eighth in the world

"Spiritual forging is a different path from traditional forging."

[Headquarters of the Blacksmiths Association], on the fifth floor, in foundry room number one, Ling Yi, Lou Gao, A Gu, and Qiu Yishui stood aside, watching Mo Chengyun waving the forging hammer in front of the foundry table.

Ling Yi's voice was mixed in with the continuous sounds of metal striking. It was not abrupt at all, but instead formed an indescribable sense of harmony, making Mo Chengyun, who was wielding the forging hammer, feel that his mental strength was transmitted and received by his heart, and was particularly smooth!

"Below 100 Forgings, there will be almost no impact on the essence of the material. It can only be regarded as a simple reshaping."

"When you reach the Hundred Forgings level, you start to purify the material. As the number of forgings increases, the impurities inside the material are removed bit by bit, making the material closer to its original state when it was first created."

“That state is when the material is most in line with nature.”

"When you reach the Thousand Forgings, you can almost move on to the Spiritual Forging."

"Metal materials at the Thousand Forgings level have the initial qualifications to nurture spirituality. When you can sense the breathing of the metal under the hammer and sense the vigorous vitality in the metal, you have the qualifications to 'awaken the spirit' of the metal."

These are the contents of the forging textbook of [Tiangong College]. Both Mo Chengyun and Qiu Yishui have memorized them by heart, but for some reason, when they heard Ling Yi, the author of the textbook, narrating it in person, all kinds of insights emerged in their minds, and many problems in the past suddenly became clear at this moment.

Mo Chengyun swung the forging hammer in his hand more and more vigorously, but the sound of the hammer falling became lighter and lighter, giving people a melodious and crisp feeling of hitting a jade chime.

As the forging hammer danced, a sword gradually took shape. The blade was wide, the back was straight, and the tip was raised. It was a ring-handled sword with a thick back and a wide blade.

In addition, the raw material used to make this ring-handled sword is not any kind of alloy, but only "black iron".

Seeing that the forging was about to come to an end, Ling Yi walked to the workbench at the side and opened the two jade boxes at the same time.

Suddenly, two completely different auras rushed out from the two jade boxes and rushed straight to Ling Yi's face who was right in front of him.

Ling Yi remained unmoved, with shadows of the sun and the moon flashing in his eyes. The two auras were like mice seeing a cat, and they instantly ceased their movements and retracted into the jade box.

Lou Gao, A Gu and Qiu Yishui also followed at this time and looked up at the two jade boxes on the workbench.

I saw that inside the two jade boxes, the one in the warm yellow jade box contained a fiery red fruit with densely packed golden spots on the surface. Just looking at it gave people a burning and scalding feeling.

The five hundred year old "Red Flame Fruit"!

In another white jade box was a blue fruit the size of a thumb nail, which was emitting a faint blue glow. Its cool meaning was incompatible with the red flame fruit in the jade box next to it.

Five hundred years old "Ice Crystal Fruit"!

Ling Yi took out a white jade tripod the size of a human head, opened the lid inlaid with vermilion gems, grabbed two fruits, one red and one blue, and threw them into the jade tripod.

Before the two fruits could react due to their conflicting properties, Ling Yi casually picked up a green jade bottle on the workbench, pulled out the cork, and poured the dark purple liquid in the bottle directly into the jade tripod, then closed the lid.

Extract of the blood of the thousand-year-old "One-horned Snake"!

As the three materials converged in the Jade Tripod, a powerful energy wave quickly awakened from it, causing the Jade Tripod to begin to tremble slightly.

Seeing this, Ling Yi stretched out his right hand and lightly touched the lid of the jade tripod with his index finger.

Red and blue light flashed at the fingertips, and the Jade Tripod, which was still shaking and seemed to be getting stronger, immediately calmed down. Only a series of gurgling sounds, like the sound of boiling water, came from the Jade Tripod.

After about ten breaths, Lou Gao and the other two who were nearby seemed to hear faintly a dragon's roar. But before they could listen carefully, there was no sound anymore, as if the dragon's roar was just an illusion of the three.

Ling Yi reached out and opened the lid of the white jade tripod. A faint fragrance with a slightly bloody scent wafted out, causing Lou Gao and the other two standing nearby to swallow subconsciously.

The three of them hurriedly looked into the cauldron, and saw a pool of light purple liquid with sparkling golden light appear in their sight.

Ling Yi picked up the jade tripod with his left hand and walked towards Mo Chengyun who was still swinging the hammer at the forging table.

At this moment, because of Ling Yi's spiritual guidance, Mo Chengyun had entered a special state without any distractions. His mind and eyes were filled with only one thought: to forge the knife in his hand into the most perfect work!

At this moment, Mo Chengyun's eyes were focused on nothing but the forging hammer in his hand and the ring-handled knife on the anvil. Even his own body seemed to have ceased to exist. The movement of swinging the hammer was completely based on physical instinct, but the strength and landing point of each hammer seemed extremely precise and natural under his mental observation!

As time went by, the dark blade of the ring-handled sword began to gleam with a faint light. As the forging continued, the faint light began to grow stronger, and the light flickered with the forging hammer, as if it was breathing!

At a certain moment, a divine light flashed in Ling Yi's eyes. He held up the jade tripod with his left hand and made a claw with his right hand to grab the top of the jade tripod. The light purple liquid that occupied about one-third of the space inside the tripod flew up.

Without waiting for the lavender liquid to touch his palm, Ling Yi turned his right hand and threw all the purple liquid into the air. An invisible force gushed out from his palm, turning the purple liquid into purple mist all over the sky.

With a push of his palm, the purple mist enveloped Mo Chengyun and the forging hammer and ring-handled sword in his hands.

"Clang, clang, clang—!"

An increasingly crisp knocking sound emerged from the purple mist, giving people a sense of beautiful rhythm.

Soon, in less than ten breaths, the originally sticky purple mist seemed to be pulled by something and quickly collapsed inwards. Along with an excited dragon roar, a dazzling purple light bloomed from the dark ring-handled sword, illuminating the entire foundry room.

Mo Chengyun had already put down the forging hammer in his hand and instead grasped the handle of the ring-handled sword.

It can be seen that the originally wide blade has become much narrower, and is now only as wide as an ordinary person's palm, but the overall look is smoother and more pleasing to the eye. Pieces of dark purple texture like dragon scales are spread all over the blade, and there are two blood grooves on the edge of the bright blade, telling everyone that it is a blood-drinking weapon!

"Silly boy, what are you doing? Why don't you summon your martial spirit?!"

Just as Mo Chengyun was looking at the magic weapon he had created with his own hands with eyes full of obsession, a light shout woke him up.

“Ah? Oh——!”

Mo Chengyun was stunned at first when he heard that, but he reacted immediately and quickly put the ring-handled sword, no, it should be called the "Dragon Scale Sword" to his left hand, then he spread out his right palm, and with the gray-black soul power shining, a sword that was 90% similar in shape to the original ring-handled sword appeared in his hand.

At the same time, two yellow and two purple, a total of four soul rings also appeared under Mo Chengyun's feet.

Mo Chengyun, martial soul "Ring-Handed Sword", 27 years old, 48th level strong attack system fighting soul sect, energy refining martial artist, blacksmith master.

Of course, with the successful casting of the "Dragon Scale Knife", although Ling Yi had some assistance, the final result was only the difference between 100 points and 80 points. Mo Chengyun can already be rated as a master craftsman.

Following Ling Yi, Lou Gao, Tie Fu Tu, A Gu, Tai Tan, Shangguan Tian You and Tang Hao, the eighth master craftsman of Douluo Continent!

At this time, Mo Chengyun, the eighth-best divine craftsman in the world, was holding his martial spirit "Ring-Handed Knife" in one hand and his divine weapon "Dragon Scale Knife" in the other, slowly bringing the two together until they fit together...

Chapter 560 Eighth Ring Strongman

Seven days later, Ling Yi left Gengxin City.

On the way back to Lingyun City, Ling Yi sat on horseback, looking down at the document in his hand. After reading one, he put it into the storage bracelet on his wrist, and at the same time took out another one to continue reading.

[Tang Xiao comes out of retreat, Haotian Sect announces that the Tang family has produced another Douluo, titled: Xiaotian——!]

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[The third son of Xingluo Emperor Dai Tianqi was born, named Mu Bai; the next day, the eldest prince Davis's martial spirit awakened, and his innate spirit power reached level eight.]

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[The Duke of Stormwind of the Tiandou Empire, Aerys Targaryen, was attacked by a mysterious strongman and his whereabouts are unknown. There were traces of a battle at the scene, and it is suspected that more than two Soul Douluo-level strongmen participated... The scene was recorded in the No. 3 photo stone↓]

Ling Yi read ten lines at a glance, and only lingered on a few pieces of information until he stopped at one of them.

When Ling Yi saw the news about Aerys Targaryen being attacked, his heart moved. He took out a photo stone marked with 'three' from his storage bracelet.

Instead of injecting soul power to activate the image in the photo stone, Ling Yi input his mental power into the photo stone and watched the scene that the photo stone had recorded several days ago from an immersive perspective.

a mess!

This was Ling Yi's first impression. The ground within a radius of several hundred meters seemed to have been plowed several times by oxen, and there were pits of various sizes, as if the ground had been washed by artillery shells. The explosion scene was horrible. Especially with the dark red color that soaked the ground, those who didn't know would think that a large-scale massacre had just occurred here.

Ling Yi withdrew his mental power, put the photo stone back into the storage bracelet, and continued to read the documents at a leisurely pace.

Not long after, Ling Yi put away the last document and shook his head indifferently. They were all ordinary things, nothing worthy of special attention.

Immediately, Ling Yi, who was sitting on Taxue's back, felt his mind move, and the holy fetus in the Return to Origin Seal between his eyebrows began to extend his spiritual power outwards.

God merges with heaven and earth, and heaven and man become one!!!

A barely perceptible light blue light spread out from Ling Yi's body, instantly covering an area of ​​dozens of miles, and was still rapidly expanding outwards.

In all directions, countless "Blue Silver Grasses" began to sway their light blue stems and leaves, as if praying and worshiping.

'found it--!'

After more than ten breaths, Ling Yi's eyes flashed, and his mind was fixed on a valley 6,729 miles to the northeast.

This col looks familiar.

Reaching out his hand and patting the side of Taxue's neck, Ling Yi said softly: "Let's go, let's go somewhere, hurry up."

After he finished speaking, a mental thought mixed with a topographic map and direction positioning appeared in Taxue's mind.

“Sh ...

With a loud neigh, he broke into a gallop through the snow, leaving a long shadow on the official road.

At the original place, the shadow gradually faded, and the passers-by cast complex glances of awe, envy, and yearning towards the place where Taxue disappeared.

……

An hour later, in the Ionia province of the [Tiandou Empire], in front of a barren mountain about 400 miles away from the 'Yulong Mountains', a majestic horse suddenly appeared in the dark clouds stepping on the snow.

The green fluorescence of the wind quietly dissipated, and a hint of aftertaste flashed in Taxue's pair of huge crystal eyes.

It has to be said that the last hour was the most enjoyable and comfortable run it had ever had in its life.

The feeling of the body blending into the wind, the feeling of having infinite power to fully exert every time the limbs move, is so fascinating!

With a loud snort, he stepped on the snow and headed towards the barren mountains ahead under the control of Ling Yi.

Before they had walked a few hundred meters, a faint smell of blood entered the nostrils of Ling Yi and Taxue. The five senses of both man and horse were extremely sharp, and they easily determined the source of the bloody smell. Both pairs of eyes looked towards the side of the barren mountain.

On the other side, at the mouth of a valley about a thousand meters away, Flanders and Shi Nian hid behind a huge rock and quietly looked at Ling Yi and Taxue who were walking towards them.

"What should we do? Should we take action?" Shi Nian asked in a low voice.

"Take action?" Flanders glanced at Shi Nian beside him with a strange look on his face. "Do you know who he is?"

"Hmm?" Shi Nian was startled at first, then he became alert and lowered his voice again: "Know him? Very strong?"

"Hmm~" Flanders nodded, looking at the man and horse approaching: "It's hard to say how strong they are, but they should be strong anyway~"

As he spoke, Flanders couldn't help but reveal a hint of sadness in his eyes.

If he could do it again, he would choose Ling Yi, accept the invitation of Zhao Wuji and others, join Lingyun City, and become a part of Lingyun City.

With the harmonious atmosphere of Lingyun City and its prosperous business environment, Flanders will surely be able to show his talents and become a free and wealthy man!

At this time, after hearing Flanders's vague answer, Shi Nian frowned and asked in a deep voice: "What is this person's strength? Explain it clearly!"

"It seems to be... an eight-ringed Soul Douluo~" Flanders answered absentmindedly.

"Eight rings?!" Shi Nian's pupils suddenly shrank and a hint of fear appeared on his face.

Originally, he had no idea about the strength of the Eight-Ring Soul Douluo. He only knew that he was very strong, but to be honest, he had never seen how strong he was.

In Shi Nian's original understanding, the real strong man should be a Titled Douluo above level 90. Since Soul Douluo is one level lower, he is probably stronger than the Seven-Ring Soul Sage.

Well, that’s nonsense literature.

However, until a few days ago, under the leadership of Yu Xiaogang, Shi Nian and Flanders witnessed a textbook-like battle between eight-ring Soul Douluo!

In that battle, both Yu Xiaogang, the attacker, and Aerys Targaryen, the Duke of Stormwind, who was attacked, displayed powerful strength that made everyone in their time look up to them. They had absolute suppression and dominance over him and Flender, who were still in the realm of Six-Ring Soul Emperor.

It can be said that as long as any one of the two takes action seriously, neither Shi Nian nor Flanders will have a chance to escape!

Different from the previous attack on the old dean of [Silas College], although 'Blood Bird' Andariel was also an eight-ring Soul Douluo, he was old and weak after all. In addition, he did not have any vigilance against Yu Xiaogang and the other two at the beginning. After being ambushed, he quickly lost the strength to resist and did not show any powerful strength throughout the whole process.

At least, the opponent didn't even have time to use his eighth soul skill before Yu Xiaogang controlled the second head of the "Three-Headed Blood Dragon King" at that time and forcibly controlled him with his mental power for a full three seconds.

This time is enough for Shi Nian and Flanders to launch twenty fatal attacks!

Duke of Stormwind, Aerys Targaryen, was different. Although he was no younger than old Dean Andariel, with the background of the Storm Wolf Targaryen family, Aerys's physical condition was always close to its peak. In addition, the other party was highly vigilant. Before Yu Xiaogang and the other two could take action, he realized something was wrong and turned around to kill them, without caring whether this was a misunderstanding or whether it would result in manslaughter.

In other words, Yu Xiaogang's current strength has truly made him one of the strongest men in Douluo Continent. After devouring the "Ink-Scaled Poisonous Dragon" with 70,000 years of cultivation, plus the energy hidden in the body of the "Four-Headed Blood Dragon King" that had not been digested after devouring the "Blood Bird" Andariel, Yu Xiaogang's soul power has broken through to level 84 in one fell swoop, and is not far from level 85!

In addition, the "Four-Headed Blood Dragon King" evolved again, grew another dragon head, and transformed into the "Five-Headed Blood Dragon King"!

In terms of the amount of soul power, age, physical strength, quality of martial soul, and types of methods, Yu Xiaogang suppresses Aerys Targaryen in all aspects!

Even the combat experience brought by age was wiped out by Yu Xiaogang because of the bloody fighting in the hell killing field of "Slaughter City". Although Aerys Targaryen caused Yu Xiaogang a lot of trouble, he still couldn't escape the fate of being devoured in the end.

Chapter 561 Mother and Child Lotus Heart

“Tick, tick, tick—”