Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 271 A Mao Carrying Water

After this cat ran over, Duan Qi took a look and was taken aback. This person looked to be almost 30 years old, obviously much older than Bu Liushui, who was only 20 years old.But the first thing Ah Mao said when he came was: "Brother Liushui, are you looking for me?"

Bu Liushui pointed to the materials on the stone platform: "Did you see that, Duan Qi is going to forge swords later, go over there and pick up a bucket of water."

"Ah? I'm a 27-year-old third-rank swordsmith! Carry water?" Ah Mao felt as if he had heard it wrong. It was fine to ask him to carry water for Brother Liushui, but now he wanted to give it to a child ten years younger than himself. Carrying water, this kind of huge contrast, in Ahmao's view, is abuse!
Ah Mao dawdled, and when he looked at Duan Qi, he was full of resentment.

"Go, go! Do me a favor, I'll deliver medicine to you next time, hehe." Bu Liushui smiled lewdly, and picked up a large bucket beside him and handed it to Ah Mao.

After Ah Mao took the bucket, he suddenly noticed that the materials on Duan Qi’s stone platform were a bit special. Based on his third-rank swordsmith and years of experience, the materials on Duan Qi’s stone platform were actually for casting eighth-order inscription treasures. device used.

At this moment, Ah Mao smiled: "Hahahaha, kid, you will fail!"

Duan Qi didn't look at him, but said indifferently: "Senior brother, why do you see it?"

A Mao immediately said: "Even I can't make this eighth-order inscription treasure, you are a teenager, hehe, I advise you not to waste materials."

Hearing this, Bu Liushui suddenly raised his hand and slammed it on Ah Mao's head.

Boom!
The crisp sound is like hitting a watermelon.

"What are you beeping for? Asking you to carry water, why are you talking so much nonsense? You always mock Duan Qi, and you don't even know what kind of friendship Duan Qi and I are. We two have a fateful friendship, you know Is it?"

Ah Mao whined in pain, and rubbed his head desperately with both hands: "Brother Liu Shui, I was wrong, I went to fetch water."

Bu Liushui picked up the bucket and put it in his hand again: "Don't blame me, I told you to carry water, you can refuse. But if you see Duan Qi and use the taunt skill, I will wake you up, do you understand?"

A Mao picked up the bucket, nodded and bowed: "Good knock, it woke me up, I understand."

A Mao was so frightened that he picked up the bucket and ran away, rushing to the distant Longquan as if fleeing for his life. On the top of Dengyun Peak, the temperature of the spring water is close to the temperature of ice, and it is used for condensation, and the effect is even better.

After Ah Mao ran away, Duan Qi began to put in the materials, and asked casually: "Brother Liushui, when did the two of us have a deadly friendship, why didn't I know?"

Bu Liushui sneered: "Hey, don't you forget, the last time we were on a mission, didn't the two of us go to see Ye Feixue take a bath? Didn't we both almost die in Ye Feixue's hands?"

"You still have the nerve to mention this matter. It's too dishonest to run so fast."

"The next time I run, I'll drag you along to run with me."

"No, no, there will be no next time. If I knew it was something like peeping at someone's bath, I wouldn't go if I was killed."

Duan Qi only puts two kinds of materials, millennium black iron and tungsten steel, and the other materials should be placed behind. This is like the principle of stewed medicine and stir-fried vegetables. Some vegetables are placed first, and some vegetables are placed behind.

The two materials require high-temperature calcination, and the materials such as strange stones behind cannot withstand such high temperatures.

Such a sword with an inconsistent temperature can only be manipulated by a fourth-rank swordsmith or above.

Although Duan Qi did not get the qualification certificate of a fourth-grade swordsmith, he already possessed this strength. The certificate is only for others to see, and the real strength belongs to him.

Now he was about to activate the Nine-Tails Essence Soul and use the Nine-Tails Demon Fire to calcine it. He knew that the swords calcined by the Nine-Tails Demon Fire were much sharper than swords of the same level after they were formed.

At this time, Ah Mao had come to the edge of Longquan, and there was still a bruise on his forehead, which was obviously knocked by the flowing water.

When he came to draw water from the spring, he suddenly noticed a person in front of him, who was also slowly walking towards Longquan.

"That's...it's...Brother Long!" Ah Mao was shocked.

Brother Long is Yu Long. Yu Long is not from the Yunfeng Peak, but from the Cuizhu Peak. He is a 30-year-old fourth-rank swordsmith. It is an excellent talent.

Yu Long's strength has even reached the early days of the Tianyuan Realm. After reaching the Tianyuan Realm, he gave up his cultivation on his own initiative and devoted himself to studying the art of sword casting.

Some time ago, he even forged a treasure with ninth-order inscriptions for Yuan Wu, the first seat in Cuizhu Peak, and since then he has become famous in the sword casting world of the entire Spirit Sword School.

Although Yu Long didn't participate in the martial arts competition, but with his strength, he is enough to squeeze into the top ten ranks of the martial arts competition. Therefore, his reputation is extremely wide, even Duan Qi has heard of Yu Long's reputation.

Yu Long looked at Ah Mao coldly, and didn't intend to say anything to him. A third-rank swordsmith and a fourth-rank swordsmith are only one rank behind, but they are very different.

A fourth-rank swordsmith is enough to become a mentor-level figure.

He didn't want to talk to Ah Mao, but suddenly found that Ah Mao was carrying water, and he couldn't help being slightly surprised: "No matter how bad a third-grade swordsmith is, he won't be reduced to carrying water for others!"

When Ah Mao heard this, she felt even more aggrieved: "Brother Long, you don't know anything, it's all because of Duan Qi."

"Hehe." Yu Long smiled disdainfully, "A mere Duan Qi, I heard that last time he defeated Tan Ziyang of the sword martial soul, he has become famous in our Spirit Sword Sect since then! It's just that casting swords is not about fighting, forging swords You can't talk with your fists."

Ah Mao brought a bucket full of water, put it down, and cupped his hands at Yu Long: "What Brother Long said is very true! I don't know why I went crazy during this period, but I brought a lot of precious materials to make swords. What thousand-year-old black iron! There are also refined charcoal and so on."

Yu Long's eyes lit up immediately: "This is the material used by fourth-rank swordsmiths! It's just a Duan Qi. What he uses is a waste of materials."

Ah Mao's eyes became gloomy and cold, and he glanced at Duan Qi in the distance, then said in a low voice: "Brother Long is right, let me see! This kind of precious material should be used by people like you, Brother Long." Yes, wouldn't it be a pity to waste those seven children?"

This flattery was very comfortable, and it happened to hit Yu Long's heart: "Yes, I recently forged swords, and I was worried that I couldn't find the materials. You must know that as a fourth-rank swordsmith, you need The materials used here are not the broken copper and iron in the rotten streets, these precious materials are extremely hard to find. I am planning to cast an eighth-order inscription treasure recently, but I lack the refined charcoal in my hand."

The corner of Ah Mao's mouth raised a gloomy arc: "What does Brother Long mean?"

He didn't go on.

Without saying a word, Yu Long walked towards Duan Qi.

(End of this chapter)