After knowing Ran Sujuan's identity as a practitioner, Old Man Liu refused to let her help farm the fields no matter what. Instead, he instructed Tiedan to send all the food and drink expenses directly to her "new residence", claiming to be Tiedan's
"Apprenticeship Ceremony".
Unable to resist the old man's enthusiasm, Ran Sujuan finally accepted the gift, and at the same time, she also assumed the responsibility of teaching Tiedan how to practice.
To her surprise, Tiedan, an ignorant child born in a remote village, actually had an excellent talent for cultivation.
Due to the restrictions of the Holy Land's sect rules, she did not dare to teach too high-level secrets, so she only chose a gold-level technique to teach Tiedan.
Little does anyone know that in this world, how many powerful forces will fight to the death for a gold-level skill.
And her "eldest disciple"'s performance far exceeded expectations. It only took less than two days to develop Qi Sense.
Every time she taught, she received good feedback. Ran Sujuan's mentality gradually changed and she began to teach seriously.
Although Tiedan was unwilling to call her "Master" and just called her "Sister, sister", in Ran Sujuan's heart, this de facto apprentice still brought her great safety and gave her withered heart some hope.
sustenance.
After dinner every morning, Ran Sujuan would spend two hours teaching Tiedan to practice exercises and spiritual skills. In the afternoon, she would take clothes to the river to wash. This regular life lasted for seven days.
After lunch that day, she took the bucket to the river as usual and was about to take out her clothes when her eyes were suddenly attracted by a strange scene in the river.
I saw a black figure floating on the lower reaches of the Luo River not far away, floating upstream and toward the east.
The black shadow was motionless. Looking from a distance, one could not tell whether it was alive or dead.
Drowning? Floating corpse?
Ran Sujuan was the first to have such an idea in her mind.
Although the movement trajectory of the black shadow was contrary to common sense, Ran Sujuan still did not hesitate. She touched the ground with her lotus feet, and her body quickly passed through the water. She gently grabbed the black "floating corpse" with her bare hands, and landed lightly with the help of inertia.
Arrived on the other side of the river.
She turned the "floating corpse" over and made it lie on its back. What came into view was a face that was so pale that there was no trace of blood. The eyes were tightly closed, and the relatively straight facial features revealed a fierce and stubborn look.
.
not dead?
She stretched out her hand to feel the breath of the man in black, then leaned down and listened to his heart for a moment. A hint of joy suddenly appeared on Ran Sujuan's face.
The man in black was very angry, but his heart was still beating from time to time, stubbornly showing the existence of signs of life.
"Did you fall into the river too?" Staring at the bloodless cheeks of the man in black, Ran Sujuan suddenly felt a sense of sympathy in her heart, and murmured to herself, "Were you pushed into the water, or did you jump into the river voluntarily?
"
The man in black still stood upright, paying no attention to what she was saying to herself.
"Looking at your face, you shouldn't be a weak person. You wouldn't jump into a river to commit suicide. You are probably harmed by others." Ran Sujuan ignored him and said softly, "You are not as cowardly as me. In order to escape reality, you risk your life." All have to be given up..."
"That's all, they are all poor people. Meeting each other is fate. Since I have met you, I will save you!"
After feeling sorry for herself for a while, she suddenly came to her senses, carefully lifted up the slender body of the man in black, moved her jade feet, and ran towards her residence.
The sky above the originally silent valley suddenly became covered with clouds, lightning and thunder.
Among the dark clouds, there was a faint roaring sound, like a dragon's roar, like a tiger's roar, and it seemed like the sky was roaring, vowing to prevent some taboo existence from coming to the world.
It’s finally done!
In the valley below the vision, with tears of excitement in his eyes, Zhong Wen swung the sledgehammer in his hand fiercely, and struck the sword in front of him for the last time, making a loud "dang" sound.
He thought that he had mastered the weapon-refining techniques of the ancient blacksmithing sect "Leiyin Valley" and could use the dragon rock iron in the pit to refine weapons, so he would be able to capture them easily. However, the cruel reality taught him a hard lesson.
The strength of Longyan Iron was far beyond Zhong Wen's imagination. He used the high-quality spirit pattern plates he bought from the Imperial Capital to draw the top-notch weapon and fire spirit patterns, and added the top-grade weapon and fire spirit patterns plundered from Leiyin Valley. The forging tool only softened the ore a little, which took three days and three nights.
In order to make a whole piece of dragon rock iron into a sword, he worked sleeplessly for seven days and seven nights. The thick black circles under his eyes made Ning Jie feel distressed.
In the process of tossing Longyan Iron, he finally understood what this ore was like.
The earth dragon is a creature that is extremely resistant to spiritual power. However, the food it eats contains spiritual power to a certain extent. Therefore, these spiritual powers will be squeezed in the body of the earth dragon, and then squeezed again. It is squeezed, mixed with a small amount of other elements and condensed, and finally turns into Longyan iron and is expelled from the body.
In other words, the "feces" excreted by Earth Dragon, a creature that hates spiritual power extremely, is actually solid spiritual power compressed to the extreme.
Putting down the forging hammer, Zhong Wen raised the long sword with his right hand and pointed it straight at the sky, with a very coquettish posture.
"boom!"
The moment he raised his sword, a thunderbolt that was almost a foot wide fell from the sky and hit the sword blade hard. The thunder and lightning followed the sword and entered Zhong Wen's body, and a numbing feeling spread throughout his body instantly.
Zhong Wen gritted his teeth, his body was filled with purple energy and silver light shone, and several of his skills were activated to the extreme, trying to resist the invasion of thunder and lightning in the air.
"boom!"
Seeing that the first thunderbolt failed to accomplish anything, the dark clouds in the sky refused to give up, but after a few breaths, the second divine thunderbolt dropped.
The thunder and lightning from the sky seemed to contain some mysterious artistic conception. It could penetrate the powerful defense of the "Spirit Pattern Body Refining Technique" and directly attack Zhong Wen's body. When he was electrocuted again, Zhong Wen groaned and gritted his teeth.
There was a "clucking" sound, and his face could not help but look a little pale, but his expression remained firm and did not show the slightest hint of flinching.
The third path, the fourth path...the seventh path!
By the time the seventh thunderbolt fell, Zhong Wen was already burnt black and covered in smoke, with traces of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth. His clothes were in tatters, like a beggar, but his bright eyes were still bright.
God has no intention of compromise.
When he was refining the "Life and Creation Pill", he had experienced the vision of seven waves of thunder in the world. For the sword made of dragon rock iron in his hand, the seventh thunder was obviously beyond his expectation.
middle.
However, after the seventh thunderbolt, the dark clouds in the sky did not dissipate. There were still roars, as if they were brewing some killer move.
"Boom!"
When the eighth thunderbolt fell from the sky, Zhong Wen's expression finally changed.
This bolt of lightning was actually ten feet thick. Before it hit the sword, Zhong Wen felt a terrifying pressure that would destroy the world and destroy the world. For such a short moment, he almost lost his mind and gave up resistance.
This little bug has some tricks up his sleeve!
Feeling the infinite power contained in the eighth thunderbolt, Earth Dragon lying on the side couldn't help but feel secretly frightened.
When listening to Zhong Wen talk about the strategy of "using shit as a way to return shit as a body", Zhong Wen was disdainful in his heart.
However, the scene in front of him overturned its inherent impression of Zhong Wen.
At this moment, it vaguely felt that if the little bug in front of it could withstand this thunder, it might really be able to solve the pain and torture that has plagued it for half a century.
"ah!"
Zhong Wen's eyes widened, and he shouted loudly. The spiritual power in his body was instantly activated to the extreme. He straightened the sword in his hand and stabbed straight at the thunderbolt that struck from high in the sky.
"boom!"
The two forces collided fiercely, and Zhong Wen's slender figure was instantly swallowed up by the thunder. The dazzling light spread out, piercing Ning Jie's eyes so hard that she could not see.
The turbulent air waves swept across all directions, causing sand and dust in the valley to fly, mud and rocks to splash, and two thin dead trees were uprooted and flew into the distance.
"Zhong Wen!"
The terrifying momentum of the eighth thunder frightened her, and she couldn't help but call out worriedly.
I don't know how long it took before the strong light and smoke gradually dissipated, revealing the white figure.
Zhong Wen's body stood proudly, with the long sword in his hand still raised above his head, as if he was shouting to the sky, "Give me strength."
The vision in the sky finally stopped waving thunder, and the dense clouds seemed to have exhausted all their efforts and dispersed unwillingly. After a while, a clear blue sky returned to the top of the valley.
Seeing that the threat had passed, Ning Jie no longer hesitated. She flashed and appeared next to Zhong Wen at a speed faster than thunder. She put her slender hand on Zhong Wen's shoulder and asked with concern: "Are you okay?"
However, this touch was like the last straw that broke Zhong Wen's mind.
The young man's stiff body could no longer hold up, and he fell straight backwards, falling to the ground with a "bang", stirring up a cloud of sand and dust.
…
When Zhong Wen woke up again, it was already an hour later.
After softly comforting the frightened Ning Jie, he couldn't help but take a closer look at his newly refined sword.
[Country Novel www.xiangcun7.com] The sword is four feet long and three inches wide. The blade is blue-grey, with mysterious and weird lines faintly revealed on the surface.
Zhong Wen was very sure that these lines did not exist before experiencing the thunder baptism of the vision of heaven and earth.
He waved the long sword casually twice, and he felt a sense of spiritual connection coming from the sword. It was like an arm and a finger, swinging it freely, as if the weapon could recognize his master.
"Good sword, good sword!"
He sighed in admiration, and very rationally did not use the Yitian Sword to test the power of the new sword. He was like a mirror in his heart, knowing that this divine sword made from Longyan paste would definitely be far better than the one made from ten thousand years of black iron.
The Yitian Sword.
"The sword that was refined so hard should have a name, right?" Ning Jie suddenly asked.
"What's the name..." Zhong Wen pondered for a moment and suddenly had the idea of making a prank in his mind. He said with a wicked smile, "After this sword was born, the first move I used with it was the 'Thousand-Year Kill'. It might as well be called 'Thousand-Year Kill'."
Let’s kill the sword.”
"Thousand-Year Kill? Thousand-Kill Sword?" A look of confusion appeared on Ning Jie's fair face. She felt that the name of the sword was a bit strange, but she couldn't tell what the strangeness was.
"Is this the tool you are going to use to treat my illness?" Dilong's rich voice came from the side.
"That's right, Brother Long." Zhong Wen waved the Thousand Killing Sword in his hand with a proud look on his face, "The tools are ready. From now on, the pain will be far away from you."
"Oh? Don't talk too much." There was a hint of hope in Dilong's eyes, but he deliberately hit Zhong Wendao in his mouth, "I have tolerated you for too long. If you can't succeed this time, I don't have the patience to do it again.
waited."
"Brother Long, please don't worry!" Zhong Wen held the Thousand Kill Sword and walked slowly behind Di Long, "We will definitely not fail this time."
Earth Dragon stopped talking and just lay there quietly, motionless.
"With this situation, I can't help but want to recite a poem." Looking at the piece of dragon rock iron in front of him that completely blocked the back door of Dilong, Zhong Wen was moved by the scene. He suddenly laughed and said, "Shang women don't know the hatred of losing their country.
Across the river the flowers are still singing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the Thousand Killing Sword and stabbed Earth Dragon's anus fiercely.