Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer looked at each other and followed in succession.
The entrance to the cave was very small at first, allowing only one person to pass through. After walking about three or four feet, it suddenly became clear that it was actually a hundred or ten feet in diameter.
There are fifteen or six large stoves built next to the stone wall. There is no charcoal, kerosene or the like piled underneath, but the flames are burning brightly, and there are even many light blue ones.
Heavy fire.
On the wall on the other side, there are various finished and semi-finished weapons and armors, or various parts with no apparent purpose.
But there were only two people in this huge stone room.
A dwarf old man less than three feet tall with a pockmarked face was leading a young apprentice who was fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Master Ou!" Far away, Fang Yunshan shook the bag, deliberately shaking the crystals to make a rattling noise.
The little old man turned around, but he didn't look at the money bag, let alone Fang Yunshan, but looked straight at Lu Zhaoer.
Seeing that Lu Zhaoer was very uncomfortable, Lin Ji was also very dissatisfied.
He thought to himself: "Zhao'er is indeed very beautiful, which is rare in the world. But you, an old man, are too rude, so you are too bold, right?"
Lin Jigang was about to speak out, but saw the little old man raise his hand.
With a whooshing sound, the big knife hanging on Lu Zhaoer's waist came out of its sheath without any warning, and fell directly into the old man's hand.
"How can such a mundane and rotten thing be worthy of being brought into my Mingguang Mansion? It's so annoying!" The little old man said with disgust on his face, then he raised his hand and threw the big knife into the stove.
After a few whirrings, the flames surged and instantly melted the knife into a pool of bright red molten iron.
This little old man's cultivation level is not weak, but he is only at the peak of the Sixth Realm. But he was able to snatch Lu Zhaoer's sword in front of Lin Ji. He is certainly not an ordinary person!
"My..." When Lu Zhaoer saw the sword being melted, she was about to scream, but she saw Fang Yunshan wink at her fiercely and quickly stopped.
The little old man picked up an octagonal hammer that was bigger than his head and dropped it in front of the stove.
"Start the stove!"
As he shouted loudly, three or four large claws covered with golden hooks suddenly stretched out from above the stove, quickly grabbed the fire tongs, picked up the molten iron and dropped it on the iron felt.
when!
Dang Dang Dang!
The little old man kept knocking and smashing as if there was no one around, and the echoes were clear and sweet, echoing in the cave for a long time.
Only then did Lin Ji know.
But she misunderstood her. She wasn't looking at Lu Zhaoer just now, but at her knife which was too bad to be seen!
Just like when a master sculptor sees that someone has made a table stone out of fine sheep white jade, he will always feel uncomfortable if he doesn't trim it himself.
This is in line with Mingguang Mansion's meticulous and disciplined style.
Soon, after a lot of beating by the old man, the molten iron condensed into a knife shape.
Put it into the fire and melt it, press it down and then knock it.
After repeating it several times, the knife was completely different from the original one.
"soaking!"
The old man shouted again, holding the long knife between his two sharp claws and diving straight into a tank of blue water standing next to him.
Zhi!
White smoke rises and makes a sizzling sound.
There were faint roars of tigers and dragons inside!
"It's done!" The old man raised his hand, and the sword came out of the water and made a rainbow.
With a whooshing sound, it fell into the sheath on Lu Zhaoer's waist tightly.
Fang Yunshan smiled and said: "Master Ou helped you return to the furnace again. How about taking a look at this new sword?"
When Lu Zhaoer heard this, he held the sword spring in his hand and exerted a little force.
A fierce dragon roar greeted the sky.
The knife turned into a blue light and suddenly appeared.
Pointed like teeth,
Back like a mountain,
Cold weather reflects the sun and moon on both sides,
One blade cuts through the sky and cuts through the universe.
Whoosh!
Lu Zhaoer was overjoyed and waved it several times. The wind of the sword howled and dragons roared, and the cold light shone and green shadows gathered and separated.
In an instant, Lu Zhaoer's strength seemed to have suddenly improved by several levels!
"What a knife!" Lin Ji couldn't help but praise loudly.
"Thank you, Master!" Lu Zhaoer happily sheathed the sword and bowed deeply to the little old man.
But this time, the little old man didn't even look at her. He turned to Fang Yunshan and said, "Brother Fang, you come here again and again, sincere and trustworthy. I can't be too stingy. The knife just now was considered a gift."
As he spoke, he raised his hand and said, "Where's the money!"
"Here it is!" Fang Yunshan raised his hand and threw the money bag over.
The little old man held it up in his hand, threw it back, and gave it to the young apprentice, then shouted: "Raise the sword!"
As he drank, hundreds of sharp hooks and long claws that were exactly the same as those holding the fire tongs stretched out from above the entrance of the cave.
Holding a sharp sword with a cold light, it came out from deeper inside the cave.
Some of those swords are wider, some are narrower, some are longer, some are shorter, and they are all different in appearance and shape, but none of them are the same.
The sharp swords fell one after another in front of the little old man, and then with a flash of cold light, they turned into the size of an embroidery needle and hung in the air.
One handle after another, as fast as thunder, getting faster and faster.
As the last sword fell into it, numerous embroidery needles crackled and suddenly merged into one, forming a projectile about the size of a goose egg with more than a hundred edges.
The little old man reached out and grabbed it, and the projectile turned into a five-foot long sword. He casually held two sword flowers, raised his hand and threw it far away to Fang Yunshan.
Fang Yunshan stretched out his hand to catch it, but his arm sank and he almost lost his grip.
Lin Ji couldn't help but be shocked. This thing was as light as a straw stick in the old man's hand. Fang Yunshan, who was at the peak of Taoism, could barely catch it?!
It seems that this is not the power of cultivation, but should be related to the Tao practiced by this old man and the metal weapons.
This makes it easy!
Fang Yunshan's face darkened, he held the sword steadily in his hand, his face was filled with uncontrollable joy, and he smiled and said to the little old man: "Master Ou, thank you! I'll try it first!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't bother to say hello to Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer, he turned into a stream of light and ran straight out of the cave.
Lin Ji and Lu Zhaoer saluted the old man again and followed him out.
Fang Yunshan was seen standing in mid-air, holding a sword in one hand and closing his eyes slightly, as if he was carefully planning something.
Suddenly he opened his eyes and shouted: "Let's go!"
Whoosh!
Whoosh whoosh!
From the sword in his hand, streams of light flew out.
The stream of light flew out and turned into sword light, one after another, like a long river surging and meteors falling.
The whole sky is full of flying swords, and the eyes are filled with sword light!
The sound of sword sounds came and went, and the shadows of swords separated and intertwined.
Fang Yunshan stands proudly in the rain of thousands of swords, pointing east and west, and swiping north and south. He is quite majestic!
"Hahahaha!" Half a moment later, Fang Yunshan couldn't help but feel ecstatic in his heart and laughed loudly, "Wonderful, wonderful! This time we can hope for success!"
"Sword coming!" Fang Yunshan shouted again, and the rain of swords fell back quickly and returned to the same place.
After concentrating his energy, Fang Yunshan slowly raised his arm and tried to strike hard again.
"Brother Fang, stay here!"
Fang Yunshan raised his sword, but before it fell, he heard a sudden shout from the distance.