After thoroughly witnessing his master's temper, Mo Tian did not dare to say anything and jumped into a fifteen-meter-deep pit. Looking at the radiant iron wood in front of him, Mo Tian almost cried.
Looking up at the outside of the pit, Mo Tian felt for the first time that the distance of fifteen meters was so far away.
"Hateful!" Mo Tian even cursed after finding out.
The wall of this pit has become very smooth for some reason. Let alone putting iron wood on it, it will slide down even if you walk on it.
His eyes turned white toward the top of the pothole.
This white thing doesn't matter, what matters is...
There was another loud noise, and the pothole sank another five meters...
"Mr. Jian, I was wrong, let me move it up." Mo Tian was really about to cry now.
From ten meters to twenty meters, this is a full increase of twice. No wonder Feng Yue couldn't help but change her expression when talking about her daily tasks.
Boom--boom--
A muffled sound came from next door. This must be Feng Yue starting to move his iron wood.
Now that Fengyue has started moving the iron wood, Mo Tian can't move either.
Can...
Looking at the smooth walls around him, Mo Tian really didn't know how he could move the iron wood up there.
"drink!"
With a loud shout, Mo Tian used all his strength to lift Tie Mu who had fallen to the ground.
"call..."
Just by lifting the iron wood, Mo Tian felt that he was exhausted.
This iron wood is very strange. As soon as you put your hand on it, the vitality in your body seems to be restrained by something, and you can't use it at all. No wonder Feng Yue said that this is very good for physical training.
No matter how poor the physique of a disciple is, if he can practice this for a long time, he will definitely be able to improve his physique. Not to mention excellent, it is not difficult to reach an average level.
Then the question arises, how should Mo Tian carry this thousand catties of iron wood up?
Looking at the iron wood standing upright in front of him, Mo Tian's head was so big that there was no way he could move it up!
In the darkness, Jian Lao looked at the hopeless Mo Tian in the pothole and almost fell down laughing.
"Hey, old man, what are you so happy about?" A voice came from behind Mr. Jian.
Turning around and looking at Tianfeng, the master of the outer sect who came in from the door, Jianlao put his arm around Tianfeng's shoulders and said with a smile, "Look at this kid."
Tianfeng also came up to take a look with curiosity on his face.
I saw Mo Tian frantically trying to put a thousand kilograms of iron wood on the cave wall. Every time he put it on the wall, the iron wood would slip down.
This forced Mo Tian to pick up Tiemu again.
"That's too much. This is a thousand pounds of iron wood. Do you want a disciple of a second-level warrior to carry him out of a twenty-meter-deep pit?" Tianfeng asked.
"Yes, why not?" The sword master smiled calmly.
"The fact that a second-level warrior can lift a thousand kilograms of iron wood is enough to prove his excellent physique. Do you still want him to come out of this pit? This is a bit heavy." Tian Feng said.
"Do you know where this pit came from?" The sword master looked at Tianfeng with interest.
"You didn't do it for Mo Tian to jump in." Tianfeng rolled his eyes at the sword master.
"No." The sword master shook his head: "It was him who lifted up a thousand kilograms of iron wood and smashed the hole. It's just that I made the twenty meters now, but before, it was a big hole he made by himself."
"He? A second-level warrior, lift up Ironwood?" Tianfeng looked at the sword master in surprise: "This joke is not funny. You and I both know the characteristics of Ironwood, suppressing the communication between vitality and the body, lift it up
You need to rely entirely on your own physical strength. How strong is a second-level warrior?"
"Hehe." Jian Lao smiled: "I would like to thank you for this. If it weren't for you, I really wouldn't have found such a good disciple. I kid you not, he was the one who broke this trap, and the twenty meters are mine.
It's a handwriting, but it's all up to him to lift it up."
"This..." Tianfeng was a little confused. This was a thousand pounds of iron wood! He had tried to lift it before, but with his strength in the battle spirit realm, it was still very difficult.
Now, Mo Tian, a second-level warrior, has been raised. Where can he put his old face?
"Look, I really want to know what the limits of this little guy are, and I hope even more that he can surprise me. In this way, I will have a successor." The sword master sighed.
When Tianfeng heard what the sword master said, he frowned slightly and asked, "Have you thought about it?"
"Yes." The sword master nodded: "My body has been greatly damaged in that battle, and my cultivation has plummeted. In fact, I also have many hidden diseases. I feel that in a few years, my end will be near.
Here, if you can't find anyone to inherit my mantle."
"That..."
"The Sword Forging Sect will be completely extinct." Tianfeng finished speaking for the sword master.
"Hush!" The sword master frowned: "Only the three of us brothers know about this matter. The Sword Forging Sect has become history, and I am no longer a Sword Forging Sect..."
After saying this, the sword master suddenly choked up and his eyes were filled with mist: "It's me... I'm sorry for the sect. It's all caused by me alone. It's all my fault!"
The sword master paused, covering his head and crying...
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that..." Tianfeng frowned, this incident will be a lifelong pain for the sword master...
"Huh..." Taking a deep breath, the sword master said: "No problem, I want to thank you for letting me meet this guy. He is very good. His physique is excellent and he is very suitable for making swords. He is very good at swordsmanship."
The understanding is also excellent. If the sword-making sect is not dead, I will not die, and the sword-making will last forever!"
"Eternal!" Tianfeng whispered.
"Look at this kid." The sword master wiped away the tears from his eyes and said with a smile.
In the big pit, Mo Tian kept putting the iron wood on the wall of the pit, but because it was too smooth, the iron wood still slipped to the side.
After countless failures and countless attempts, Mo Tian's body couldn't bear it.
He placed one hand on the iron wood, breathing heavily, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Forget it, you are serious. Since you want to train him, you also put a layer of vitality inside the pothole to make it smooth. Countless failures will hit his heart." Tianfeng couldn't help but say.
.
"If he can't bear even a little failure, what else can he bear in the future? Sword-making cannot be smooth sailing every time. This is true in the early stage, and even more so in the later stage. I have practiced swords countless times, and I have only made a true high-level sword.
Two, the second one is still..."
Jian Lao sighed, and the lively face appeared in his mind.
"Master...Master, look at me!"
Jian Lao smiled for the first time. Looking at the jumping young man, Jian Lao smiled from the bottom of his heart.
"Slow down, don't fall. You don't have to be very high when jumping. Just be able to expose the enemy's flaw when jumping and kill with one hit. You are jumping around like a child."
"Hey, Master, didn't you say that bouncing can help the body's muscles move and become stronger? It is a way to relax after high-intensity practice."
"You kid..." Jian Lao looked at the young man helplessly.
"A little bit." The young man made a face and ran away immediately.
He was afraid that his master would suddenly get angry and punish him.