In front of the oven, a shirtless old man with gray hair was holding a giant hammer and was hammering a piece of red black gold with all his strength.
His aura has obviously reached the supreme level.
However, even with his strength, he still couldn't make a single trace of the black gold hammer.
"Old Master."
It wasn't until Ling Xiao suddenly opened his mouth that the old man showed a look of surprise on his face and turned around to look.
For a moment, Ling Xiao saw a hint of surprise on his face.
But soon, this surprise dimmed again.
"Who are you?"
Immediately, he frowned, and his cloudy eyes were blank and angry.
It turns out that this sword-making master named Qingcang is actually a blind man.
"I'm here to ask Master Gu to help me forge a sword."
Ling Xiao smiled, but Gu Luo snorted coldly and continued to turn around and beat the piece of black gold, "You can leave before I'm angry."
"Master Gu doesn't want to know the origin of the sword I want to forge?"
Ling Xiao was not angry. A talented person like him often had a weird temper.
This time, before Gu Luo could open his mouth, the sword intent swept across Ling Xiao's body, and the entire space was shattered and opened at this moment.
Thousands of roads were silent, and the sound of swords resounded throughout the world.
Ling Xiao stood in the hall, as if a peerless fairy sword had been unsheathed.
When man and sword become one, swordsmanship reaches its peak.
Gu Luo's expression changed, and he turned to look at Ling Xiao, "The power of the Sword Immortal!! Boy, who are you?"
"Taikoo Ling Clan, Ling Xiao."
"A member of the Ling clan!!"
Gu Luo frowned and slowly put down the giant hammer in his hand, still hesitant.
Ling Xiao's sword power was far more terrifying than many supreme sword cultivators he had seen.
Young swordsman!!
This title is enough for Gu Luo to take him seriously.
As we all know, only sword cultivators will regard the sword as a close friend.
The stronger the sword cultivator, the deeper his understanding of the sword. Only such a person is worthy of a good sword.
"Why are you looking for me...?"
"I got a sword embryo by chance, but I don't know how to temper it. I would like to ask my senior to take a look."
Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with light, and he handed a piece of black black iron in front of Gu Luo.
Before arriving, Ling Xiao had already thought about how to deal with this sword-making master who had evaded the world for thousands of years.
Since his lifelong wish is to build a peerless sword, Ling Xiao will give him a chance.
First, use the sword posture to make him lower his guard and let him know that Ling Xiao is the real swordsman.
Then he placed the Nine Tribulations Sword in this piece of ten-thousand-year black iron and pretended not to know.
So, why worry about this old guy not being moved?
Although this ten-thousand-year black iron is the hardest thing in the world, for Ling Xiao who has merged several spiritual fires, there is no hindrance at all.
"This is…"
Sure enough, when Gu Luo's palm touched the black iron, his eyes quietly condensed, "Ten thousand years of black iron essence! Such a big piece."
"That's not right!! In this iron spirit...a sword embryo was born?! That's not right either...this..."
Gu Luo's expression changed several times, and he actually froze on the spot in confusion.
I saw him touching the black iron carefully with both hands, frowning, "Where did you get this piece of black iron?"
"That day, there was a vision coming from the sky, and there was flames falling from the sky. When I rushed there, I saw this piece of meteorite, which seemed to contain a wisp of sword power. Even I felt extremely scared, but... no matter what I used,
None of these methods can break the black iron, and I dare not use brute force for fear of destroying the sword embryo..."
Ling Xiao smiled bitterly, and his face suddenly became serious, "So I traveled thousands of miles to find this place on the Tianshan Mountains."
"Yes, meteorite iron is extremely hard. I have been making swords for thousands of years. This is the first time I have seen such a natural sword embryo. It is really...a blessing in my life."
Gu Luo stopped his hand and took a deep breath, "My little friend wants to..."
"Master is the first person to forge swords in Qingcang. Since this sword embryo fell in front of me, it is destined to be with me. Now it is sealed by black iron. It is a pity. I can feel its call to me, so
, no matter what the price, I will rescue him."
Ling Xiao looked at the ten thousand year black iron with persistence and gentleness, but at this moment, the black iron seemed to sense his thoughts, and suddenly trembled and hummed with joy.
Just kidding, when Ling Xiao sealed the Nine Tribulations Sword into this iron, a ray of divine consciousness was already engraved in it.
Believe it or not, as long as I think about it, it can break out of the seal on its own.
"Excalibur has spirit!"
Gu Luo's face began to become excited and a little confused.
Immediately, he suddenly dropped the heavy hammer in his hand, placed his hands on the forging platform, and fell into deep thought.
Everyone knows that a good sword is hard to find.
But I don’t know that people are choosing swords, and swords...are not choosing people.
Ling Xiao's talent is destined to reach the pinnacle of swordsmanship, and this sword embryo fell from the sky and gained spiritual wisdom. It is really a good story.
Moreover, from the words of this young man from the Ling tribe, he could also feel that this son cherished the sword very much and did not regard it as a blessing, but as...a close friend.
This feeling is really touching.
"You want me to help you forge this sword?"
Finally, Gu Luo took a deep breath, calmed down, and looked up at Ling Xiao.
"That's right! The master is a person who loves swords and understands swords. Only in the hands of a master will it have life."
"What a life! I promise you that I will devote my whole life to forging this sword."
Gu Luo clenched his palms. Yes, just as Ling Xiao guessed, his lifelong wish was to forge a famous sword that would be passed down through the ages.
Although!!
The three divine swords he forged before were all rare treasures in the world.
However, there is still a long way to go before it can be passed down through the ages.
The reason why he lived in seclusion in Tianshan Mountain was because he got a piece of immortal gold by chance.
But after thousands of years of hard work, this immortal gold never took shape, almost exhausting his enthusiasm.
When he came down from the mountain to take on a disciple, he originally wanted to pass on the art of sword-making, but unexpectedly he met a wizard who was a forger.
And the reason why his little apprentice stepped into the Demon Burial Ground was to find spiritual treasures that could smelt fairy gold.
But this time, I'm afraid it's going to be a disaster.
"Thank you, Master. I am going to visit the Demon Burial Ground recently. I hope that when I return, Master will have made the Divine Blade."
Ling Xiao smiled lightly, turned around and left.
But Gu Luo's expression condensed again, "Are you going to the place where demons are buried?"
"good!"
"This young man, I have a merciless request."
Gu Luo suddenly bowed and bowed towards Ling Xiao.
"Master, please speak."
"I have a disciple who went to the place where demons are buried a year ago and has not returned yet. If the young master can meet him... I hope the young master... will bring him back, whether he lives or dies."
"Oh? Don't worry, senior, if I can meet him, I will definitely bring him back. I wonder who this disciple of the master is, what his name is, and what are his characteristics?"
Ling Xiao smiled, everything... was as expected.
"His name is Yuan Tianfeng, he is bald, seven feet tall, and his cultivation level is at the ninth level of the Venerable Realm."