Tietou Zhao touched the scar on his face and said: "What do you, a stupid young man, know? When Qingmang, the founder of Qingyun Sect, founded the sect, what he inherited was iron art and martial arts. If Qingmang, the founder of Qingyun Sect,
Without such profound sword-making skills, do you think you can make a green-gang divine sword with just a piece of black iron?"
"But the Qingyun sect has been developing for hundreds of years, and its disciples have paid less and less attention to iron arts, and they have all pursued those useless techniques. As a result, the Qingsect sect has become increasingly lonely. The two sects are complementary to each other.
In terms of martial arts, the Qingyun Sect’s Kung Fu is indeed not as good as the other major sects.” Tietou Zhao said regretfully.
Ruyi exclaimed: "You...are you from the Qingyun Sect?"
Bai Qinghan snorted: "We should have thought of it a long time ago! Did you say so many nice things just to lure us to the mountain?"
Tietou Zhao didn't panic at all. He bent his legs and jumped onto the table where Xuan Tie was placed, leaving several big footprints on the snow-white tablecloth. He picked up the Xuan Tie sacrificed on the table and played with it.
He put it back for a moment: "I replaced the black iron before going down the mountain decades ago. The piece on the case is not real at all, the piece on the beam is. I put clues in that small box
, told them that I was the one who changed it, and I waited and waited, waiting for a disciple of the Qingyun Sect to find out, but no one had an epiphany after waiting for so many years. When the Iron Art lineage came to me, it was already on its last legs.
Not to mention those young people who are so ambitious. When I was young, I wanted to pass on my skills to my two apprentices, but they failed to live up to their expectations. They were only obsessed with martial arts and did not bother to learn iron arts. I was so angry that I
He left the Qingyun Sect and lived in seclusion by Xuanshui Lake."
"The two people who grew up together gradually started to have friction and intrigue. The soul of the Qingyun Sect is no longer there. Even if this piece of black iron is placed here, it will just collect ashes. It is better to use it in a useful place. If I use black iron to
I'm afraid the Patriarch will also feel more comforted when you forge this sword." As Tietou Zhao spoke, there was a hint of loneliness in his words.
"We are not here to hear about your Baihua sect!" Bai Qinghan said angrily.
Ruyi also said: "Tietou Zhao, I respect you as an elder, but you can't take away other people's things without saying a word! No matter what, Xuan Tie belongs to the Qingyun Sect, even if you were once a Qingyun Sect.
People who don’t have the right to use it have no right to use it. I have the final say on my sword. If it can be made with stolen items, I would rather it be broken forever! Please return the sword to me quickly!"
Tietou Zhao smiled, nodded and said: "Good girl, you are a very upright person! But you are a bit pedantic. I am really qualified to use this Xuan Tie."
"Bang!" The door of Xiantie Pavilion was kicked open, and countless disciples poured in, surrounding several people.
Ruyi raised his eyes and opened his eyes, and there were people from three floors inside and three floors outside. The disciples were facing each other with swords even more nervously. A sword formation was also set up outside to deal with the enemy.
She sighed softly. It was really adding chaos to chaos and hatred to hatred. This matter seemed to be really difficult to solve.
Maybe we'll have to fight again.
The new leader of the Qingyun Sect is called Song Zhuoqun. He is younger than the previous leader Hou Kun who died in Kunlun. He has long eyebrows, long beard, black hair and green robes, and has an extraordinary imposing manner.
He frowned when he saw Ruyi, then turned around and saw Tietou Zhao squatting on the desk.
Next, he made a move that surprised both Ruyi and the others. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Tietou Zhao, and then stood up and asked, "Master, is this witch giving you a hard time?"
Tietou Zhao touched the scar on his face and said: "What do you, a stupid young man, know? When Qingmang, the founder of Qingyun Sect, founded the sect, what he inherited was iron art and martial arts. If Qingmang, the founder of Qingyun Sect,
Without such profound sword-making skills, do you think you can make a green-gang divine sword with just a piece of black iron?"
"But the Qingyun sect has been developing for hundreds of years, and its disciples have paid less and less attention to iron arts, and they have all pursued those useless techniques. As a result, the Qingsect sect has become increasingly lonely. The two sects are complementary to each other.
In terms of martial arts, the Qingyun Sect’s Kung Fu is indeed not as good as the other major sects.” Tietou Zhao said regretfully.
Ruyi exclaimed: "You...are you from the Qingyun Sect?"
Bai Qinghan snorted: "We should have thought of it a long time ago! Did you say so many nice things just to lure us to the mountain?"
Tietou Zhao didn't panic at all. He bent his legs and jumped onto the table where Xuan Tie was placed, leaving several big footprints on the snow-white tablecloth. He picked up the Xuan Tie sacrificed on the table and played with it.
He put it back for a moment: "I replaced the black iron before going down the mountain decades ago. The piece on the case is not real at all, the piece on the beam is. I put clues in that small box
, told them that I was the one who changed it, and I waited and waited, waiting for a disciple of the Qingyun Sect to find out, but no one had an epiphany after waiting for so many years. When the Iron Art lineage came to me, it was already on its last legs.
Not to mention those young people who are so ambitious. When I was young, I wanted to pass on my skills to my two apprentices, but they failed to live up to their expectations. They were only obsessed with martial arts and did not bother to learn iron arts. I was so angry that I
He left the Qingyun Sect and lived in seclusion by Xuanshui Lake."
"The two people who grew up together gradually started to have friction and intrigue. The soul of the Qingyun Sect is no longer there. Even if this piece of black iron is placed here, it will just collect ashes. It is better to use it in a useful place. If I use black iron to
I'm afraid the Patriarch will also feel more comforted when you forge this sword." As Tietou Zhao spoke, there was a hint of loneliness in his words.
"We are not here to hear about your Baihua sect!" Bai Qinghan said angrily.
Ruyi also said: "Tietou Zhao, I respect you as an elder, but you can't take away other people's things without saying a word! No matter what, Xuan Tie belongs to the Qingyun Sect, even if you were once a Qingyun Sect.
People who don’t have the right to use it have no right to use it. I have the final say on my sword. If it can be made with stolen items, I would rather it be broken forever! Please return the sword to me quickly!"
Tietou Zhao smiled, nodded and said: "Good girl, you are a very upright person! But you are a bit pedantic. I am really qualified to use this Xuan Tie."
"Bang!" The door of Xiantie Pavilion was kicked open, and countless disciples poured in, surrounding several people.
Ruyi raised his eyes and opened his eyes, and there were people from three floors inside and three floors outside. The disciples were facing each other with swords even more nervously. A sword formation was also set up outside to deal with the enemy.
She sighed softly. It was really adding chaos to chaos and hatred to hatred. This matter seemed to be really difficult to solve.
Maybe we'll have to fight again.
The new leader of the Qingyun Sect is called Song Zhuoqun. He is younger than the previous leader Hou Kun who died in Kunlun. He has long eyebrows, long beard, black hair and green robes, and has an extraordinary imposing manner.
He frowned when he saw Ruyi, then turned around and saw Tietou Zhao squatting on the desk.
Next, he made a move that surprised both Ruyi and the others. He knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Tietou Zhao, and then stood up and asked, "Master, is this witch giving you a hard time?"