Text Chapter 672: The Spirit of an Ancient Swordsmith!

"You've got the wrong person." Wuma Yan gritted his teeth, and forcefully squeezed out five words from between two sausage-like lips.

Xie An'an smiled: "What, I'm a craftsman, and I always look at people's hands first. Although your face was beaten beyond recognition by Mr. Sha, the distribution of all the knuckles on your hands is obviously a witch Brother Ma?"

Wu Mayan was dumbfounded, and blurted out: "Who said it was beaten by the master, I accidentally bumped into it myself, and, who is your senior brother, it's almost as good as it used to be"

But without paying attention, he admitted his identity.

Xie Anan laughed out loud: "It's not something disgraceful to be taught a lesson by my master. There's nothing you can't admit to it. You kid really wants to save face."

Wu Mayan became angry from embarrassment, just about to jump into a rage, touched the wound again, and he groaned in pain: "Thanks, Xie An'an, don't go too far, who, who is a child?"

Xie An'an came over eagerly, and said with a smile: "Come on, let me massage for you. I guarantee that ten minutes will activate blood circulation, remove blood stasis, reduce swelling and relieve pain."

How could Wu Mayan believe it, his face like a pig's head twisted again, he frowned and shouted: "Don't come here, what are you doing, I'll warn you, Xie An'an"

Wu Mayan wanted to cry but had no tears. In normal times, ten Xie An'an would not be his opponents. It's a pity that Huluopingyang was bullied by dogs. The much-anticipated genius boy had just been taught by Li Yao, and even his intestines were sore. "Teaching" twitched, how can I raise half of my strength?

Although Xie An'an is not a combat cultivator, but under Li Yao's guidance in the past six months, he practiced "Whale Swallowing Gun" and "Cloak and Hammer Technique", his strength has already increased a hundred times compared to before, and his hand speed is extremely fast.

Hands are like lightning, flashing brilliance. Unexpectedly, he pinched Wuma Yan's shoulder all of a sudden.

"hiss"

Wu Mayan's instinctive reaction was to scream, but the expected severe pain did not come for a long time, but a numb feeling came instead.

Xie An'an reached with both hands. The severe pain all turned into waves of warmth, like bitter tea slowly melting in his mouth. There is only a trace of sweetness left, which is indescribably comfortable.

"Huh"

Wu Mayan's eyes widened, he didn't expect this stupid woman to have such skills.

"How is it, is it comfortable?"

Xie An'an was focused on building a good relationship with this future big brother, no, it should be said "little brother", and worked very hard to help him promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis. He smiled and said, "This is also the secret technique taught to me by Teacher Sha. He said it was discovered in a very old jade slip. It was handed down from the ancient repair era 40,000 years ago. It is called the Dragon Transformation Jue. Yes. The recovery after practice is the most miraculous."

"In the past six months, I have been following Teacher Sha, and I have often been in a mess like you. Teacher Sha taught me this secret technique. It allows me to recover quickly and cope with the next day's practice."

Wu Mayan was stunned: "You are often tortured so badly by the master? No way, how could he do it? Besides, aren't you a craftsman?"

The tip of Xie An'an's nose turned up, and he wrote lightly: "In the past six months, you have mainly laid the foundation in the armor department, or I have been practicing with Teacher Sha for a long time. It is common for me to look like you today. "

"It's true that I am a craftsman, but Mr. Sha said that the foundation of crafting is to have a good physique."

"Mr. Sha also said that my talent is not good. I'm afraid I won't be able to become a smart craftsman, but I can take the route of strength. I will develop in forging."

"He couldn't do it in the first place. I took the initiative to ask for more weight. Because I know that my brain is not flexible enough, and I can't compare with a peerless genius like Brother Wuma. If I don't work harder, it will be true. No chance at all." there is none left."

Wu Mayan was silent.

The tragedy of the teaching battle half an hour ago, until now when he recalled it, still made his heart tremble, and he had the urge to run away now and avoid practicing tomorrow night.

He looked at Xie An'an seriously, and it was really hard to imagine how such a fat girl who looked like a porcelain doll could withstand Master's inhumane way of cultivation.

"You, what are you doing here?"

Wuma Yan's tone softened.

Xie An'an's movements froze for a moment, bit his lips and said, "I, I came to see Teacher Sha. Just now, I had a falling out with my family..."

Wu Mayan heard Xie An'an tell the whole story, and the fourteen-year-old boy didn't know how to deal with such a thing.

"Is Teacher Sha in there?" Xie An'an widened his watery eyes and looked at Wu Mayan expectantly.

Wu Mayan had never been stared at so closely by a girl before.

The face that had been a little swollen just now turned red again with a "shua".

"Forget it, good men don't fight with women, and don't care about you"

Wu Mayan waved his hand distractedly, "Master is still cultivating inside, I'll take you in later, just say something kind to him for you."

"Really? Long live little brother"

Xie An'an was overjoyed, and exerted a lot of force with both hands.

"hiss"

From the corner of Wumayan's eyes, two hot tears finally burst out, and he roared hoarsely, "Xie An'an, I had a grudge against you in my previous life, didn't I?"

...

In the early morning of the next day, before dawn, the artificial sky was still dark.

The park where the Fengfeng Club is located is dotted with countless lights.

The five-year high-end gathering in the industry is a rare opportunity. Many refiners stay up all night and gather to exchange ideas.

Xie Qianhe has been immersed in the craftsman circle for decades, and has exchanged supernatural powers with others countless times, but it has been a long time since he was as restless as he is today, pacing back and forth restlessly at the gate of the refining room.

Today, a total of seven refiners exchanged supernatural powers with Sand Scorpion. Naturally, it was impossible for everyone to do it together. Instead, they entered the fully enclosed refining room one by one to communicate in private.

According to the rules, the sparring among craftsmen is a dispute between gentlemen. Before exchanging supernatural powers, they must swear a heart demon blood oath and sign a soul contract. They cannot inform a third party of the process and results of exchanging supernatural powers. Supernatural powers, even if they are completely mastered, can only be used by themselves and cannot be taught to others.

In today's discussion, the highly respected Master Xue Yuanxin was also invited as a witness.

Therefore, the several refiners who went in before Xie Qianhe to learn from each other, after they came out, they all closed their lips tightly, said nothing, and sat quietly with their eyes downcast, with an unfathomable appearance.

Xie Qianhe's heart was like a cat's paw scratching. He wanted to ask, but he couldn't ask...

However, from the shock and astonishment occasionally leaked out from everyone's eyes, he vaguely sensed that Sand Scorpion's level of refining was beyond the imagination of these senior refining masters.

After a while, the airtight door of the refining room opened slightly, and with a "chuck", a mass of high-pressure air blasted out.

"Yin Daoyou came out"

Yin Yuanhua, the craftsman who just sparred with Sand Scorpion inside, is also an expert at the Yinxin Flow Crystal Armor Refining Center, and Xie Qianhe is a colleague, and the two have a good relationship.

Xie Qianhe hurried forward: "Old Yin"

Master Xue Yuanxin next to him coughed lightly.

Yin Yuanhua's expression was very complicated, both shocking and confused: "Old Xie, it's your turn to learn the methods of Fellow Daoist Sha."

Xie Qianhe's heart trembled, he took a deep breath, and strode into the refining room.

The airtight door closed behind him, and the gears on both sides rotated slowly under the drive of the talisman array, isolating the refining room from the outside world. Through the air circulation system, the entire space was filled with extremely stable and non-explosive inert gas.

In the center of the refining room is a spherical floating refining furnace, and the open warehouses on both sides are filled with thousands of kinds of materials.

The Sand Scorpion sat upright behind the refining furnace.

The heat emitted by the refining furnace distorted the air, making his figure look a little ethereal.

Xie Qianhezai carefully looked at the number one warrior of the six parts of Cheorwon, and felt that he was much younger than he imagined, and he did not have the calm and calm demeanor of a generation of masters like Master Huangfu.

Instead, her hair was disheveled, her eye sockets were sunken, her eyes were red, her lips were chapped, and there was still some white foam on the corners of her mouth, as if she hadn't drank water for a long time.

The sand scorpion's eyes were extremely empty, as if they had penetrated the thick furnace wall of the refining furnace, deep into the dancing flames, muttering something, and calculating something without distraction.

It wasn't until Xie Qianhe coughed dryly that Sand Scorpion raised his head and glanced at him lightly.

Xie Qianhe shuddered, feeling that Sand Scorpion's eyes were very cold and crazy.

It's obviously just a gentleman's dispute between the refiners, but he seems to be facing a hungry beast, with a taste of immortality

A very absurd idea suddenly appeared in Xie Qianhe's heart.

He once heard that among the ancient swordsmiths, in order to forge a peerless sword, there were people who spent ten years refining the sword day and night, until the last moment, they jumped into the refining furnace and sacrificed themselves for the sword. Refining an unparalleled magic weapon

Originally, he had been unable to imagine how crazy a swordsmith would do such a thing.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt that if there really was such a swordsmith, his vigor and spirit would be exactly the same as the sand scorpion in front of him.

Xie Qianhe's mouth was dry, and he said in embarrassment: "Friend Sha, thank you for saving my daughter's life. I heard from my daughter that you have worked hard and given her a lot of advice..."

"Thank you, friend."

Li Yao was immersed in the soul-stirring weapon refining spar just now.

The several craftsmen who came in ahead were all masters among masters, and the extraordinary skills they displayed also gave him the feeling of "eating a feast".

His computing power has soared to the limit, and his brain is like a high-speed, hot master control brain, frantically analyzing the supernatural powers he saw just now.

It's time to be hungry, so there's no time to talk nonsense

From Li Yao's deeply sunken eye sockets, two crazily lightning flashes shot out, "If you have anything to say, let's go out and talk about it. When we get here, we'll just talk about refining weapons." To be continued