An Qingli, as beautiful as a flower, finally got his wish and started swinging a hammer in the blacksmith shop.
A big hammer as tall as a person can dance like a tiger in the wind.
"Ding-ding-ding", "ding-ding-ding" again.
Hearing the sound, he knew he was forging iron, but those who didn't hear the sound thought he was chopping wood.
Regardless of An Qingli's slender figure, he looks weak and slender at first glance, but when he swings the iron, he seems to have infinite strength, which compares to most people in the same realm of physical fitness.
Even Aunt Mo sighed in her heart, this woman is so brave.
"What does it look like to smash things like this?!" Putting away her sigh, Aunt Mo put one hand on her waist and roared fiercely at An Qingli, "I heard people say that you have a high level of understanding and are easy to learn. How come you can't even do this?"
I don’t even know how to forge basic iron blanks!”
Every other line is like a mountain.
An Qingli has studied the alchemy talismans, but he really knows nothing about weapon refining.
It's just that I don't have enough strength.
In the mustard space, the little Pegasus shook her flowing bangs and said quietly: How could a beautiful little fairy like our master do such a smoky, smelly and sweaty job in the Bianlan Realm?
An Qingli didn't retaliate, silently handed over the big hammer in his hand, and said politely: "I really haven't touched it before, please give me some advice."
"Keep your eyes open and learn!" Aunt Mo snorted harshly, with her left hand on her hips and her right hand trying to catch the big hammer she was used to.
"Boom!"
As soon as the big hammer that she was used to was in Aunt Mo's hand, she took it off her hand and fell vertically to the ground with a "bang" sound.
Aunt Mo and Luo Jinxian’s strength could not lift the big hammer that had changed its mind!
An Qingli's eyes flashed, what a hammer.
Xiao Huzi laughed in the Mustard Seed Space: What, you are heartless!
A deep hole was made in the ground.
An Qingli took a step forward to pull out the Wanjun Hammer from the pit.
"Let it go, I'll do it!"
Aunt Mo, her old master, did not believe in evil. She spit on each of her rough palms, rubbed them vigorously, gritted her teeth, exerted all her strength, and used her legs to help, but she could no longer pull the hammer.
Aunt Mo beat her chest and feet, feeling bitter in her heart, and wailed in pain: "Tiedan'er, you are a hammer forged by me, you are a heartless thing!"
"My condolences." An Qingli said silently in his heart, and added in his heart, "Also, his name is Wanjun now, not Tiedan'er's name, which is easy to make a living."
The big hammer liked the domineering name Wan Jun, so he took the initiative to come out of the pit and suddenly came to An Qingli's slender hand.
An Qingli held the hammer and stood still. Aunt Mo was currently in a state of madness. She should speak less and move less to ensure stability.
Aunt Mo glared at An Qingli.
Even though they have been together for six thousand years, this big hammer has never taken the initiative to get close to her.
Moreover, this big hammer is so proud that it has never been put into any storage bag or storage device.
So even if it was used by her before, it would be as dead as a mountain, similar to lifting a mountain.
That's why when she smashed the iron, her movements were intermittent, "bang", "bang", and after a long time, there was another "bang", the rhythm was surprisingly slow.
But Aunt Mo couldn't put the big hammer in her storage bag, so she let An Qingli control it.
It was Aunt Mo who saw with her own eyes that An Qingli put the Wanjun Hammer into his Dantian.
The two masters, the old and the new, had completely different treatments.
Aunt Mo really felt that she had raised a rebellious son, and she was so angry that she was so angry.
An Qingli looked at the jealous Aunt Mo, silently handed over a pack of Yamen-issued Heart-Nourishing Fairy Tea, and said sincerely: "Auntie, this is the best Heart-Nourishing Tea. Please calm down."
"Heart-nourishing tea? Are you talking about rejuvenating your youth?" Aunt Mo stared at the brown tea bag and grabbed it with her hands on her hips.
An Qingli looked at the old-fashioned Aunt Mo, forced a smile and said, "Just calm down and calm down."
Aunt Mo grabbed a handful of tea leaves, put them directly into her mouth and chewed them. While suppressing her anger, she asked in a rough voice: "What on earth do you know? Tell me honestly!"
An Qingli pondered: "Things from the lower world are not worth mentioning if they are used in the upper world."
"It's not nonsense, the things in the lower world are not enough to see." Mo Sanniang chewed tea leaves in her mouth and asked again, "Looking at her tender hands, can she make elixirs?"
An Qingli said truthfully: "I know a little bit."
"Can you refine the fourth-grade beauty elixir?" Aunt Mo touched the folds at the corners of her eyes.
An Qingli shook his head.
She is currently busy practicing, and she doesn't have any detailed elixir recipe in hand. She has not tried even one of the elixirs from the upper realm.
The carved phoenix pill furnace given by the master has grown to the immortal level, but it is still idle.
Thinking about it this way, I was neglecting that good growing baby.
"Then you're not good enough." Aunt Mo snorted, "Mu Sheng is also from the lower world. When people are as old as you, they can do this."
An Qingli's heart moved: "Why, does Auntie have any news about Mu Sheng?"
"That's a grievance." Aunt Mo said loudly, and she felt bad luck when the name Mu Sheng was mentioned.
Because she has lived a long time and is old, she looks like a lonely old woman to the outside world. She was also groomed by a young man from a bank to marry Mu Sheng.
It's really unlucky.
"Why are you complaining?" An Qingli asked curiously, "Do you know where he is exactly so that he can be avoided in the future?"
"Where else could it be, other than the surrounding evil demon kingdoms that are eyeing them with eager eyes." Aunt Mo felt angry thinking about Mu Sheng and the people involved with Mu Sheng.
An Qingli thought for a moment.
Aunt Mo's eyesight was so sharp that she immediately saw something. Then she pointed at An Qingli's head and warned: "But if you want to take Mu Sheng for your own use, don't even think about it. Without immortality, you can't get out."
Yang Mansion, without approval from above, you cannot leave the Qian Empire."
"So harsh?" An Qingli asked the well-informed Da Luo Jin Fairyland.
"Of course, otherwise, how about bringing in spies, bringing in big monsters, and making all living beings miserable?" Aunt Mo snorted, pointed at An Qingli's white forehead, and threatened in a deep voice, "Little girl, you don't even think about it.
I can't imagine the cruelty at the border between countries. With your level of cultivation approaching, there won't be any scum left."
An Qingli touched his red forehead, Youyuan took two steps back, and pretended to be curious: "Auntie, how do you know so much?"
Aunt Mo coughed uncomfortably and said in a vicious voice: "How old am I, how old are you, and you haven't lived to a fraction of mine, so there is so much nonsense."
"Yes, yes, Auntie is absolutely right." An Qingli did not refute, but turned the hammer in one hand with one hand and said in a relaxed tone, "Auntie, let's refine weapons and do business."
"You want to learn?" Aunt Mo became jealous again. If this girl really wanted to learn, she would not be willing to teach her.
How could she, a sixth-grade immortal weapon master, just teach people things casually?
Besides, this girl is not sincere, so she probably treats this place as a joke.