The hammer rises and the hammer falls, and fireworks fill it. Li Yuan is immersed in the ironclad, and his breathing rhythm changes, in conjunction with the hammering method.

The matching breathing method of the military fighting hammer is called "Nine Shapes". There are nine different breathing rhythms in total, corresponding to various situations.

Standing, iron-killing, practicing, fighting, fighting, healing, etc., the breathing methods used are different, the circulation of internal strength is also different.

Li Yuan changed his breathing, avoiding the strong fireworks in the forging. The fourth-level forging hammer rose and fell in his hands, and it was indescribable and natural and casual.

A good forging hammer is no less than a sword in a swordsman's hand for a blacksmith. Although he has a great craftsman's hammer, he is often controlled by the military talisman, and the only thing he uses is an ordinary forging hammer.

Holding this famous tool-level forging hammer at this moment, I immediately noticed the difference.

Until all the impurities in this piece of fine iron were removed, Li Yuan stopped and still couldn't put it down.

This hammer perfectly matches the military battle and killing hammer, as if it has its own breathing and life, and cooperates with him to make a fool of himself.

Every hammer has a kind of power to vent, without any leakage of pleasure.

Li Yuan was playing with the hammer and suddenly noticed that it was quiet around him. He looked up and saw an old man wearing a gray robe staring at him.

Li Yuan came to his senses and bowed quickly, not daring to neglect it.

This old man is the great elder of Zhubinggu, Jing Shuhu.

More than 60 years ago, he was the top three true legends of Han Chuijun and Gong Yang Yu. His roots and bones were not as talented as the first two, but it is recognized that he was the first forging genius in the Divine Soldier Valley for hundreds of years.

More than thirty years ago, many top-quality famous weapons had been created one after another, and some famous masters from other Daozhou came here to find him to build troops.

At that time, it was considered to be the most likely master of the forging of the Divine Soldier Valley in the past six hundred years.

Unfortunately, I was seriously injured once...

Jing Shuhu had no expression on his face. He looked up and down for a long time before saying:

Li Yuan held the courtesy very respectfully:

Master Li has some experience in serving the old man. This Jing Shuhu is ungrateful and sloppy, so he is too lazy to deal with it.

When dealing with them, it is best not to go around in circles or make excuses.

Jing Shuhu's face darkened:

Is there such a thing?

This is the information he couldn't find out.

Li Yuan's heart tightened and he secretly called out terrible.

The status of military casting is no less than that of the five true teachings of the inner sect. Without Shuhu's consent, he would probably not be able to learn it.

Just as he was thinking about what to say, Jing Shuhu walked away with his sleeves and walked a few steps. Seeing that he was not moving, he turned around and scolded him, quite displeased:

Li Yuan is slightly happy, there is still a show?

He glanced at the sight of the craftsmen, and saw that although they were awe-inspiring, they felt a little relieved and followed quickly.

Before the military commander was promoted to the fifth level, he was very interested in military casting. After the Warriors appeared, the forging magic in his heart was even more elevated.

The weapons created by each craftsman are different according to their personal techniques. It is best to create the weapon yourself.

...

The forging site covers a large area, but it is still not the end of the crypt.

Following Jing Shuhu, Li Yuan walked into a tunnel where even the floor tiles were hot. He was sweating even before he walked far.

I had to adjust my breathing and regulate my luck and blood, and I couldn't help but feel shocked:

Jing Shuhu was still leaving, Li Yuan followed with his teeth and felt that the surroundings were so hot that it was so hot that it was. After taking a breath, his internal organs were tingling.

After walking for a while, Li Yuan was ready to stop. Even with blood and internal energy, this temperature could already hurt the human body.

Jing Shuhu stopped at this time.

Li Yuan wiped his sweat. The heat wave was rolling, and he almost burst into tears. His breathing rhythm had already reached the lowest point and he didn't want to speak at all.

In this empty crypt, the stone walls around it were a little red, and it was actually a place for forging soldiers.

However, there are only three forging tables.

Jing Shuhu was not affected at all, and he said in a deep voice with his hands in his back:

Li Yuan bowed:

If you want others, you must have the attitude of asking others. He will naturally understand this principle. Even if the internal organs are painful when speaking, he will force himself to bear it.

Jing Shuhu had no expression on his face and took out a bottle of pill from his arms:

Looking at Li Yuan, who was still in great pain, he pulled the corner of his mouth:

Li Yuan's face changed slightly.

The temperature here is extremely high. After staying for so little time, he felt uncomfortable all over. He had to make a blacksmith for twenty days...

Jing Shuhu sneered:

Li Yuan gritted his teeth and agreed.

Jing Shuhu threw the pill over:

Li Yuan was sweating all over, and the sweat quickly evaporated, and his whole body seemed to be wrapped in mist.

Jing Shuhu laughed, not sure whether it was ridicule or surprise:

Under such high temperatures, every time Li Yuan said a word, he felt it was a torment.

But he still held back and made a demand:

Jing Shuhu frowned slightly:

Li Yuan held back and said nothing.

Jing Shuhu responded.

The ironwork of the Zhuangbing Valley has been thrust for more than a thousand years, and the forged hammers left by no more than 10,000 or more.

Li Yuan wiped away the sweat, and when he looked up, he disappeared from Jing Shuhu's figure.

Pour out a dirty-protecting pill and take it.

If it were the usual, no matter where he got the pill, he would have to try it with the little mouse first, but he could only take it now.

The entrance of the dirty protection pill was cold, and Li Yuan felt as if he was drinking ice water during the dog days of summer, and he was full of energy.

Although the heat is still unbearable, at least the internal organs no longer have severe pain.

Looking at the red palms, Li Yuan smiled bitterly and comforted himself, but there was no turmoil in his heart.

It was difficult to learn the arts, and it was not the first day he knew about it.

It takes more than ten years to learn a white ape cloak hammer, and he can learn the art of casting in twenty days. He feels that it is not a loss.

Li Yuan breathed in his small mouth, stood out his troops' posture, slowly pushed forward, transporting blood and relaxing the heat and heat.

He found that the qi, blood and internal energy were consumed very quickly here, and the progress of the Qixing horizontal body training seemed to be getting faster.

The high temperature is much more painful than the friction of iron sand. Every second, he feels very painful, as if he is thrown into a oil pan.

...

‘Outside Chirong Cave, seeing Li Yuan adapting so quickly and even daring to practice martial arts, a hint of surprise appeared on Jing Shuhu’s face:

Jing Shuhu was a little surprised.

The God Soldier Valley started with the creation of troops, but as early as 700 years ago, no one in the valley could build the "Divine Soldier".

There has never been a disciple in Zhubing Valley with dragon-shaped root bones. In fact, if he had a little dragon-shaped root bone back then, a genius came to the ground where there was no light to see the light of day to make a fool of himself.

Lei Jingchuan walked quickly, his eyelids twitched wildly, he looked at him for a few seconds, and then he breathed a sigh of relief:

Thinking about the consequences, Lei Jingchuan couldn't help but tremble. No one except the valley master could stop Han Chuijun.

Jing Shuhu didn't care much. This was how he came back then, and all the disciples who learned military casting came back like this.

Han Chuijun's disciple wants to make an exception?

Why?

Lei Jingchuan shook his head.

The martial arts are good at making secrets, but he is willing to make an exception in front of a true disciple with a dragon-shaped root and extremely talented talent.

How to...

Jing Shuhu glanced at him:

Lei Jingchuan stared at him with anger. He had worked hard to create, second only to the ancestors of all generations and Jing Shuhu.

Jing Shuhu yawned and turned around and left:

Lei Jingchuan sneered in his heart.

How could he not know Jing Shuhu, a fellow brother for decades?

If you don’t have great interest, how could you come to meet the disciples of your enemies?
To be continued...