Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 580 The God Craftsman Opens the Furnace, and the Immortal Sit Down!

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Patriarch!

In the distance, a group of Xuan elders lurking in the dark gritted their teeth and suppressed the voice in their stomachs.

The Bingchi is silent, only the gurgling sound of the Shanwu Spring flowing, the air is dry and hot, making people feel more and more irritable.

Xuan Yezi bowed this time, Su Qinian avoided the ceremony in a blink of an eye. Although he has a different status and status, an old man like Xuan Yezi, a master craftsman, has a very high reputation in the world, no matter what his status is The gift of the elders, but he can't let him accept it calmly.

Seeing Su Qinian avoiding him, Xuan Yezi didn't take it seriously, just watched him quietly, waiting for him to make a decision.

"Patriarch Xuan has some confidence."

After pondering for a long time, Su Qinian just opened his mouth and said, this is not a trivial matter, he may not have a superficial understanding of the way of casting soldiers, so the so-called robbery in troubled times, how could it be idle, dare to say that in troubled times, this robbery wants to be forged successfully , it's definitely not that simple.

But as soon as Su Qinian opened his mouth, Xuan Yezi's eyes lit up, without any hesitation, he said: "As long as there is a little god to help, I can be [-]% sure."

[-]% sure!

Su Qinian frowned, not because he was too sure, but because he was too sure. From his point of view, forging such a tool for overcoming calamities in troubled times, it is enough to have a [-]% to [-]% certainty, and [-]% certainty is enough. I did my best.

He didn't make a decision right away, and there were still five days to go, Xuan Yezi didn't press every step of the way, but ordered someone to take Su Qinian to a quiet place in the clan to rest.

Jingwuyuan.

A secluded courtyard, full of green bamboos, whirling bamboo leaves, clear clouds and dripping dew, in Su Qinian's view, it seems that both literati and warriors have a unique favor for plums, orchids, bamboos and chrysanthemums.

The old man Xuan Xi was also here. After seeing Su Qinian's half-smiling eyes, he couldn't help puffing his beard and staring, and wanted to say something, but in the end he only sighed and murmured: "The ancestor is here , we can’t just watch it fail.”

Su Qinian is very aware of the old man's disposition, he may not care about Xuan Yezi, or other members of the Xuan family, but he cannot but care about the ancestors of the Xuan family.

"It's almost certain."

Su Qinian said again that he already understood that the news that the old man was the elder of Qingyang Palace was probably revealed by himself.

The old man pondered for a long time, and said: "Thirty and a half percent, nearly forty percent, or maybe not one percent."

Su Qinian knew what the old man meant, but from the moment he saw the old man, he didn't intend to leave. There are hijackers in troubled times, but it is worth trying, at least to leave a glimmer of life for everyone in Qingyang Palace in the near future.

It's a pity that it has not been given to him for decades. Su Qinian knows very well that it is hard to say whether there will be ten years, or even five years. up.

"Okay." Su Qinian nodded.

"You promised?"

This time it was the old man's turn to show surprise, but soon, the old man and the young man looked at each other and laughed loudly at the same time.

The Jingwu Courtyard is quiet. In five days, Xuan Yezi, the master craftsman, came to visit twice, but the old man put on a dirty face, and Xuan Yezi didn't care. When he took it out, the old man's eyes widened, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

This is a spiritual wine brewed with Shanwu Spring, which absorbs the spirituality of Shanwu Spring. The wine is mellow and mild, and it has an amazing effect on tempering and nourishing the spirit and soul.

Such a pot of spiritual wine is much more precious than a simple spiritual medicine. Without the prescription of spiritual wine, it cannot be brewed at all. The work of refining the will.

As far as the old man knows, such a jar of thousand-year-old mountain wine, even for the entire Xuan family, will definitely not exceed ten jars. If it is easy to sell, it will cost at least a million taels of snow silver, and there is no market for the price.

With a soft snort, without further ado, the old man picked up a jar of Shanwu wine and entered the room, leaving Xuan Yezi with a skinny back of his head.

Xuan Yezi smiled wryly and shook his head, sitting with Su Qinian at a stone table among the bamboo forests, a jar of wushu wine, two jade bowls, the bright red wine was as thick as silk, like honey, Instantly melt.

After drinking this altar of wujang for a long time, even with Su Qinian's spiritual cultivation, Xuan Yezi got up and staggered away.

After five days.

The Jianghu martial arts people in Shanwu City have gathered to an extreme point, even the old streets are full of Jianghu people, the inns and post houses are already full, and some martial arts people have nowhere to stay, so they climbed to the roof. The sky sits on the ground, drinking and singing, showing the heroism of the people in the martial arts.

Xuan family land.

The divine craftsman Xuan Yezi stood in front of the Shanwu Spring Pool, his eyes were like a sky curtain, covering the entire Shanwu City, Xuanzhongshan and many other Xuan elders stood beside him.

"This kind of rivers and lakes, this kind of tranquility, I don't know how many days can last."

Xuan Yezi sighed, in the eyes of this master craftsman, such a city of Shanwu is already very peaceful, if one day the iron cavalry of the monster tribe breaks through the frontier, then who can say that the whole rivers and lakes can be more heroic, young people with dreams , I am afraid that what is left is the fear of the future.

Born in sorrow, die in happiness.

Dreams start in peace and die in sorrow.

The morning sun is just rising, and the sun will be especially hot after the fifth day. Midsummer is approaching, and people's hearts have become restless. Just like the many martial arts people who have gathered in Shanwu City, even in front of the Xuan family's mansion, there are already people from the rivers and lakes waiting for them However, the opening of the pool of soldiers and the grand event of casting soldiers cannot tolerate outsiders approaching, so the so-called observing grand events is nothing but the imagination of people in the rivers and lakes, at most it is just a high-level view.

At this moment, outside Shanwu City.

At the foot of the stretching Shanwu Mountains, dozens of figures were divided into three groups of people. Although the breath did not leak, it stopped the wind from all directions, and the mountains and fields were silent, not to hear the sound of insects and birds.

"The Xuan family is going to open the furnace."

"Xuanzhong Mountain appeared by the shore of Magpie Lake, and was cut out of the island in the center of the lake by that little fairy with a flying knife. It seems that the Xuan family's pursuit of the Shentie is just a joke."

"It's a pity for that piece of Jinyuan Divine Iron, and it's a pity for Shen Jianglu. With the strength of my three families, it may not be possible to forge a robbing weapon for troubled times."

……

The sound at the foot of the mountain faded away quickly, because the Xuan family had opened the furnace.

boom!

Like a thunderbolt, the clouds above the nine heavens were all shattered. In Shanwu City, many people from the rivers and lakes who were watching from the roof were caught off guard and fell down like a gourd, with their noses and faces bruised.

No one was angry, but more shocked. To be able to witness the forging of a sixty-year-old divine soldier from the Xuan family, and to see a divine soldier born, would be a great opportunity. People who practice martial arts can also have some powers of enlightenment.

The hinterland of the Xuan family.

The Shanwu Spring Pool is boiling, and the blood-red spring water is bubbling, crystal clear and pure. Although it is scorching hot, it also reveals a restrained spirituality.

In front of the entrance of the soldiers' pool, a gap was opened in the ground, like a furnace inlaid in the ground, the flames could be vaguely seen, and chaos appeared, sinking and floating in it like mist.

The mouth of the furnace, which can have a radius of ten feet, is aimed at the sky, as if it wants to absorb the essence of the heavens.

Xuan Yezi, the Patriarch of the Xuan family, is ranked sixth among the top ten master craftsmen in the world.

At this moment, this divine craftsman was dressed in coarse linen, with bare arms and a solemn face, standing in front of this melting furnace of the earth. nuisance.

Forging a soldier by a master craftsman is no small matter in itself, let alone forging a divine soldier, and only a few elders know that this is not forging a psychic divine soldier, but to fight for the future of the Xuan family and forge a soldier who can survive in troubled times. The crossing hijacker.

The only one standing side by side with Xuan Yezi was the old man Xuan Xi.

No one knows better than Xuan Yezi that this junior who has been away from home for many years has some skill in forging. If it is not for the lack of rare spiritual materials, he may not be able to challenge the position of master craftsman. , there is only one person who can be a helper.

The sun is rising and the hour has come.

Inside the Xuan Family Mansion, about a distance away from the Bingchi, is a martial arts arena that can measure [-] zhang square. The ground of the martial arts arena is cast with molten iron. It is black and shiny, and there are many marks of sword marks and holes left on it.

scoff!

At this moment, three openings several feet high opened in the void, and three groups of people came out of it, there could be twelve people, each of them exuded a profound majesty, and the void showed signs of stagnation.

Ok?

However, as soon as the three-passenger Ma Fu walked out of the cave world, he saw a young figure sitting cross-legged at the end of the martial arts arena.

It was a young man in a coarse white robe. He looked less than a weak crown, with delicate features and a peaceful temperament, but no matter which party they were in, they found that the place where the young man sat cross-legged, no matter which direction they looked at from the three parties. Faintly cut off the sight of the pool of soldiers leading to the martial arts arena.

Among the twelve people, none of them was an ordinary person, with such keen eyesight, they could vaguely perceive something in just a moment, and there was a look of shock in their eyes.

"Little fairy!"

An old man in green robes opened his mouth and said in a deep voice: "I never thought that the little god would come to the Xuan family. I have heard the name of the little god for a long time. When I saw the little god today, it is really extraordinary. The three great families of master craftsmen are very polite."

The forty-ninth place on the Yuanshen list, the little god Su Qinian!

Nowadays, in the Jianghu martial arts world, no one mentions Su Qinian when adding the word Wudang, the original Wudang little god has also become a little god. Two words, it is impossible to be criticized by others, the majesty of the big sect is far from what ordinary Jianghu loose people can bear.

Regardless of whether this little fairy came to the bottom of the list of primordial gods because of relying on the Forbidden Primordial God Iron, or because of his great achievements in the battle of the ancient battlefield of the Emperor's Dao, his victory over the real Yueyang, the leader of Huashan Chaoyang Peak, is a certainty. The triple god possesses a large orifice, and his physical body is strong. It is not an exaggeration to say that he can directly catch up with the primordial spirit.

Especially for the family of divine craftsmen, it is more clear that a king's physical body is no different from a psychic soldier. If there is a weakness, it is the ancestral orifice court, especially for a person who has not yet proved the Tao. As far as the physical king state is concerned, even if it is nourished by the blood of the king state, no matter how strong the spirit is, it is difficult to match the will of the soul in the same state.

Su Qinian opened his eyes and saw the arrival of the three great families of master craftsmen in front of him. Among the top ten master craftsmen in the world, big men accounted for four of them. They were the Xuan family ranked sixth, the Gu family ranked seventh, and the eighth The master craftsman Lu's family, and the fifth-ranked master craftsman Gan family.The remaining six master craftsmen are in the territory of the four countries.

"The three master craftsmen are here in person, and we are far away to welcome them. The Xuan family opened a military pool today to cast soldiers for Su, and hope that the three master craftsmen will wait for a day or two. If the reception is not good, the three master craftsmen will be happy."

Su Qinian opened his mouth, looking calm, his tone was calm, his eyes swept over the old man in green robe, and the other two master craftsmen. The three great master craftsmen families are not pure martial arts families, just like the Xuan family, except for the three In addition to the first master craftsman proving the Dao Yuanshen, the remaining nine people have different charms, obviously they are the accompanying assistants invited by the three master craftsmen, and those who can be invited by the three master craftsmen must be top soul figures, and most of them Not ordinary people.

In front of the soldier pool.

The old man raised his eyebrows, glanced ahead, then looked away, and looked at Xuan Yezi.

"The time has come, open the army pool!"

Suddenly, Xuan Yezi let out a long roar, the sound was like piercing gold and cracking stones, and it went straight into the sky.

hum!

Immediately, there seemed to be a group of soldiers screaming in unison under the Xuan Clan, and the sonorous sounds continued, and an unspeakable oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire Shanwu City.

Many people in the Jianghu found that the weapons they carried began to tremble, as if they were afraid or surrendered, and they were relieved after a brief astonishment. As soon as the pool was opened, the divine soldier's aura leaked out, causing all the soldiers to shout in unison, which is really normal.

Xuan's martial arts arena.

The old man in the green robe is Gu Yuantong, a god craftsman of the Gu family. At this moment, he glanced at the other two master craftsmen, fixed his eyes on Su Qinian, and said solemnly: "I don't know what Xuan Yezi promised to the little god, so that he can make the little god feel so happy." I am willing to pay twice as much for the little fairy to move, and I will ask the little fairy to move again."

Seeing that Su Qinian didn't even think about it, he shook his head and said, "It can't be done again."

Gu Yuantong's eyes sank, his pupils began to sharpen, and he said: "The little god really wants to stop me from waiting."

"After the army is completed, it is up to you to listen."

"Okay!" Gu Yuantong snorted, "I didn't expect the little fairy to have such courage, even dare to take out such a fetish as Jinyuan Shentie to put all his eggs in one basket. Dare to say that there is a [-]% certainty, since the little god is unwilling to give way, then don't blame the three great families and martial arts friends for knocking on the door!"

"Please."

When Su Qinian opened his mouth, he sat cross-legged, his white robe fluttering lightly, and he remained calm, but the gazes of the nine primordial figures who accompanied the three great master craftsmen became more and more serious. This little fairy is even more unfathomable than the rumors . (Ask for a monthly ticket recommendation ticket. The starting point genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu! The 4000-word chapter is still a bit dissatisfied, and the writing is not smooth. Shibu will adjust it in the afternoon. If it goes well, there will be another chapter at night. Shunli will tell you in advance that with my unwillingness to get along, the two chapters in the opening volume of the sixth volume are written with great feeling, and I feel like I have been hit by someone in the past two days.)

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