I have many teachers

Chapter 213 The Creation of a Wooden Sword (2\2)

Hearing the reason why Wang Anfeng wanted to go out, Wu Changqing didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but felt that this was really something that Wang Anfeng would worry about. Hong Luoyu next to him rolled his eyes, his face was full of contempt, and said:
"Boy, are you insane?"

"Based on your speed just now, one tael of silver?"

"Fuck, even the jade hairpin of 100 taels of silver is broken into pieces, what the hell are you looking for..."

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, a look of frustration appeared on his face, and then he looked at this man who had no hands or feet but was born to be able to fly in the air. He didn't even hear this kind of light work, not to mention that he had seen it before. However, I couldn't help being curious in my heart, and doubted:

"Well... I haven't asked yet, this senior is..."

Hong Luoyu smiled, raised his chin, and said proudly:

"Hey, my uncle, this uncle is the one who was unparalleled in the world..."

Before the voice finished speaking, a slender palm was placed directly on Hong Luoyu's forehead. The fingertips were cold and strong, which made him swallow the words he hadn't said yet. The smile on his face was stiff. fluctuate, said:

"A thief."

Hong Luoyu's eyes widened when he heard the words, and he shouted unwillingly:
"My surname is Ying, you fart, sir, I have never been anywhere, even the emperor's mansion, I have been there six or seven times, how dare you say that I am a..."

Wang Anfeng was shocked when he heard it, and said:
"so smart?!"

The scribe looked at him and said:
"He's a thief."

"If you don't believe me, ask him."

Hong Luoyu was furious and couldn't hold back his instincts, so he wanted to yell at him. At this moment, he suddenly felt that his neck was slightly cold, and the cold voice of the scribe directly echoed in his mind.

"Would you like to fly around again?"

The world's number one thief is as good as others, and he nodded sharply, saying:

"I'm!"

The sound of the Buddhist scriptures in Yuan Ci's mouth stopped, and he opened his eyes, looking at the slightly refreshed scholar, he said helplessly:
"Why do you deliberately play tricks on him?"

Shaking his head and sighing, he turned to Wang Anfeng again, pointed at the man over there, and said:

"Feng'er, I'm here to introduce you as a teacher."

"This is Hong Luoyu, who was born in the Thief Sect. His lightness kung fu is unrivaled in the world. Throughout the ages, there are few who can match him. Afterwards, he will teach you the art of light body and maneuvering. You must treat him like a teacher."

"From now on, let's call him Third Master..."

Wang Anfeng was slightly startled, and looked at Hong Luoyu. The latter coughed lightly, raised his chin, and pretended to be a majestic teacher. Unfortunately, he had no hands or feet. At this time, Mr. Ying held the top of his head again, and he couldn't see it. How majestic and dignified they come out, but how funny they are.

Aware of his embarrassment, he mobilized all the strength around him to break free, but his black hair was scratched and messed up, and he was furious, glaring at Mr. Ying, and gnashing his teeth angrily.

Wu Changqing interrupted everyone and said:
"Okay, I've seen the recommendation, I'd better take An Feng back to the pharmacy, and take care of his injuries..."

There was a lot of worry in the voice, Wang Anfeng was seriously injured, especially the claw wound on his waist, which was quite troublesome.

Xia Changqing's martial arts are all in the same line in Danfeng Valley, so the number of ways will naturally not be as grand and upright as the dragon's claw hand. This way of clawing is like the desert golden eagle, and the insidious way is quite powerful. If it is not handled properly, it will inevitably lead to a lifetime Disabled, unable to exert energy.

Otherwise, once the strength is involved in the injury, the pain will be unbearable.

It was because Wang Anfeng was unwell just now, so he could only stop the bleeding hastily. Seeing him recovering now, Wu Changqing was unwilling to wait for a moment.

Yuanci nodded, proclaimed a Buddha's name, and said:
"Mr. Wu has to worry about that."

Wu Changqing smiled and said: "Feng'er is also a disciple of this old man, so it should be so."

Just as he was about to leave, the green-clothed scribe suddenly raised his right hand, and the wooden sword behind Wang Anfeng whistled loudly, came out of its sheath, circled around in the void, and landed in his hand. :

"Leave the wooden sword."

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback.

After the scribes asked him for a wooden sword last time, he found that the long sword, which had no advantage except its hardness, suddenly became extremely sharp. Just like today, even if it collides with the long sword in Xia Changqing's hand, it will not lose the wind in the slightest .

The long sword was obviously extraordinary. Compared with the two, he naturally knew that Mr. Ying had used extraordinary means on this ordinary wooden sword, so he bowed immediately and said:
"Thank you sir..."

The scribe nodded, with a nonchalant attitude.

Wu Changqing caressed his beard and smiled lightly, then pulled Wang Anfeng and the bamboo chair in the void with his mellow inner strength, walked towards the Shaolin Temple pharmacy, and disappeared in an instant.

The scribe watched it go away, then looked away, held the long sword, flicked the blade lightly with his fingers, heard the more melodious sound of the sword in his ears, nodded slightly, let go of his palm, and let the wooden sword fall. Above the peak, the rock is hard, but it splits before the edge of the wooden sword, showing the sharpness.

Hong Luoyu smashed his tongue, surprised in his heart, only from this scene, it can be seen that the power of this wooden sword is obviously no longer the ordinary drama weapon it used to be.

That weapon is too laborious to cut pork.

As if thinking of something, Hong Luoyu rolled his eyes with disdain on his face.

Mr. Ying looked at the wooden sword, frowned and thought for a while, then flicked the long sleeve of his right hand, and three things appeared in the void, including a broken knife, a black jade pendant, and a grooming mask as thin as a cicada's wings , each of which can be seen to be extraordinary is the property of Xia Changqing who died under Wang Anfeng's hands.

Regarding the jade pendant and the mask, the scribe didn't even take a look at it. He waved his hand to summon the broken knife and held it in his palm. It was cold to the touch. He seemed extremely dissatisfied with the knife held in his hand. The edge of the knife kept trembling and his voice was cold , I can vaguely hear howling ghosts and wolves, which is chilling.

Seeing this, Hong Luoyu laughed loudly and said:
"Did you see it, did you see it?"

"Hahaha, the surname is Ying, even this broken knife looks down on you."

Mr. Ying glanced at him, suddenly sneered, and tapped the incomplete blade with his fingers. The trembling sound stopped suddenly, and then there was a fine sound, just like the ice melting in spring, the fine cracks quickly spread on the blade, and finally spread to the edge of the blade. superior.

There was a crisp sound, this handle was extremely precious, the long knife that Xia Changqing couldn't give up even if he planned to retreat into the world, turned into countless pieces of iron in the hands of the scribe, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

The last blade was stuck on the rock, trembling and buzzing, the scribe casually dropped the handle, and then glanced sideways at Hong Luoyu who had suddenly stiffened, and smiled lightly, causing the latter to feel a chill in his heart, and squeezed it out from his face. Ingratiating smile.

But at this time, from the fragments of the long knife, a dense glow emerged, fluctuating, and evolved various visions from the void, which were quite exquisite, and they were about to disperse in all directions with their instincts. The scholar did not look back, and raised his right hand slightly , roughly gathered it in one place, then pulled out Wang Anfeng's wooden sword and threw it directly into the glow.

If in the world of Great Qin, a famous craftsman intends to forge a weapon that contains a little aura of a magic weapon, it will take painstaking efforts to smelt the materials obtained from the bankruptcy into a weapon, and he must be careful to prevent those auras from escaping, or even bloodstained. The forbidden method of the furnace is used to lock the aura so that it cannot escape.

The method of forging soldiers in the rivers and lakes has never been so brutal as before.

Mr. Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, sensing the meaning of the aura struggling, obviously he didn't like the material of the wooden sword, and he didn't want to blend into it. He sneered at once, raised his right hand to hold it empty, and then clenched it violently, the sky and the earth shrank, and those spirits Yun had no power to resist, and was roughly pressed into the wooden sword, unable to come out. Such an unreasonable method made Hong Luoyu's scalp tingle after seeing it.

After struggling for a while, the wooden sword suddenly roared loudly. On the original plain sword body, Taoist talismans were engraved one after another at an unknown time. The Buddhist proverbs lit up from the front and back, making the wooden sword more beautiful. There was a slight hint of the meaning of being extremely elegant and super-dusty, and then slowly disappeared.

Mr. Ying raised his hand to hold the wooden sword in his hand.

The sound of the sword's edge whistling suddenly rose and lasted for a long time.

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