Gifted!

Jing Shuhu was so shocked that his fingers were crushed and he just managed not to lose his luster.

His talent is extremely good, and few people in the Weaponry Valley can match it for hundreds of years. However, when he came into contact with the art of Weaponry, it took him half a year to get started.

a month...

"Starting in January, good, good! Good, hahahaha!"

Lei Jingchuan also wanted to endure it, but after weighing the piece of iron, he couldn't help laughing and completely ignored his senior brother's look.

He really couldn't help it.

Over the past few hundred years in the Valley of Divine Weapons, there have been disciples with dragon-shaped bones and great dragon-shaped bones.

But if there are really talented disciples, they must focus on martial arts. How many of them are willing to get into this dark underground to forge iron?

Furthermore, martial arts talent can be judged based on one's bones. Forging iron is a real hard work. Talent is the ladder to transcend the rules!"

Seeing Lei Jingchuan burst out laughing, Li Yuan felt certain in his heart, knowing that the matter of learning Bingjia's psychic art was settled.

He has rich experience in coaxing old men, and he knows very well that in order to break the rules, he must pass on the entire art of weaponry, and the breakthrough lies in the temperamental old man Lei Jingchuan.

Instead of Jing Shuhu... "Disciple, it's a fluke." Li Yuan bowed.

Lei Jingchuan's face was flushed, he was in a good mood, and all the wrinkles on his face were relaxed.

He was shocked and very satisfied. If he had not had a daughter, he would have thought of recruiting a son-in-law. "It has only been a month since I mastered the Art of Weaponry. I am better than me, better than..."

"Junior brother!"

Jing Shuhu frowned and coughed slightly, feeling unhappy.

No matter how talented he is, the dignified third elder of the Weapon-casting Valley is too rude. Lei Jingchuan didn't look at him at all and patted Li Yuan heavily on the shoulder, quite radiant: "I will teach you the art of Weapon-casting step by step.

Come and become a disciple..."

"boom!"

Jing Shuhu didn't even hold back. He slapped Lei Jingchuan so hard that his beard flew up: "You still have to teach others with your meager means?!"

He was very annoyed.

The more talented the disciples are, the more careful they need to be taught in order to become great talents. He had just thought about a lot of tests. As soon as Lei Jingchuan said these words, he felt a little paralyzed.

"Old thing!"

Lei Jingchuan was furious, turned around and hit him back: "How dare you insult me?!" Bang! The air surged and smoke and dust flew.

The blacksmiths never expected this move, and they all looked disgraced. It took a while before they thought of breaking up the fight. "Master, Great Elder, stop fighting."

Niu Jun came back to his senses, and the shock and envy in his heart almost overflowed.

In all his life, he has never seen any sect elders fight to snatch away their disciples. No, he has never heard of them. "Elder..."

All the blacksmiths were in a panic. They had never seen this kind of battle before. Some people stepped forward to break up the fight, but were blown into pieces by the strong wind. Others kept retreating, feeling their eyes sore and red.

What kind of treatment is this? They never dreamed of it! Bang!

boom!

Smoke and dust scattered, and the two old guys, who were almost two hundred years old in total, started fighting with such violence that everyone retreated dozens of meters away.

"You will get stronger when you get older."

Li Yuan stood there and watched, dumbfounded in his heart.

Of course, the two of them didn't really fight, but each move was really powerful and powerful. The physical strength of the people he had seen was probably second only to 80,000.

And Han Chuijun, whom he can't see the depth of.!

Not long after, Lei Jingchuan staggered back, one step at a time, almost knocking down the chimney. "That's enough!"

Jing Shuhu puffed up his sleeves with energy, glanced at the blacksmiths around him, and became angry: "What are you looking at? Do whatever you have to do! Today's workload will be increased by 30%! You are not allowed to leave until it is completed!" He had an old face. Turning black, he glared at Lei Jingchuan fiercely. At such an old age, are you still embarrassing this person?

"ah?"

The blacksmiths who were watching the excitement were dumbfounded, glanced at Li Yuan with resentment, and returned to the forging platform. After a while, the sound of forging became loud again.

"Follow me!" Jing Shuhu rolled his sleeves and turned around.

The anger on Lei Jingchuan's face was immediately wiped away, he patted Li Yuan and smiled: "Go ahead, I'm waiting for your good news." "Thank you, elder!"

Li Yuan bowed solemnly, feeling grateful in his heart.

"I'm waiting for the day when you fight the magic weapon. When that time comes..." Lei Jingchuan waved his hand:

"Forget it, it's easy to learn." "Disciple, please remember this."

Li Yuan cupped his hands, then turned around and quickly followed Jing Shuhu. "Call me!"

In the Chirong Cave, Jing Shuhu put his hands on his back and his face was as sinking as water. "Yes!"

Li Yuan took a deep breath, adapting to the high heat here, and the energy and blood around him felt better. He raised the forging hammer without reservation, and started with a heavy hammer.

one

The moment the hammer sounded, Jing Shuhu's expression changed. A layman hears the sound, an expert sees the door.

This blow is full of force, but it is also condensed and smooth. All the strength is vented in one place, without any leakage.

It spreads evenly, which is equivalent to beating an entire iron ingot.

This is a sound that can only be produced by those who have considerable attainments in the hammering and forging methods!

As the hammer rose and fell, Li Yuan's whole body was filled with energy. Each hammer was exerted with full strength. It seemed ordinary, but in fact it contained the power skills of cloak, hammer, killing hammer and other martial arts.

In the process of transforming his bones, his mastery of various weapons and martial arts skills is also constantly deepening.

Swordsmanship, swordsmanship, hammer, stick, and even the force-generating skills of fist and palm martial arts gradually became one in his hands. Directly controlling the fundamentals to develop strength was like learning to solve a problem by looking at the answers, and the progress was naturally far beyond that of ordinary people. .Soon, Li Yuan was immersed in the sound of hammering, the hammer was rising and falling, and the energy, blood and internal energy were flowing around him and pouring into him.

I only reached this level when I was thirty years old...

Jing Shuhu's expression changed several times, and distracting thoughts surged in his heart, with joy, excitement, and boredom mixed together. Why was such a gifted prodigy the disciple of Han Chuijun?

If he is my disciple... Ding!

After a long time, a crisp explosion sounded.

Jing Shuhu just came back to his senses, suppressed the distracting thoughts in his heart, stretched out his hand to grab the red-hot iron ingot, weighed it and said, "I'm really ready to get started."

It's not a coincidence, it's a real mastery! Li Yuan put down the forging hammer and lowered his head slightly.

These days, he also found out about the grievances between Jing Shuhu and Han Chuijun.

More than sixty years ago, the two of them were true disciples of the same batch. They both used hammer weapons, were extremely talented, and had a close relationship. They were once known as the "Double Hammers of Divine Weapons."

It was not until later that the death of another true successor caused the two to turn against each other.

The true disciple who died fifty years ago was a female disciple, and she and Jing Shuhu were about to get married. If it was just a misunderstanding, it is impossible for the two to turn against each other. I am afraid that the true disciple was really killed by Lao Han. …

"One month, introduction to the art of war."

Jing Shuhu suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped Li Yuan on the shoulder with lightning speed. Buzz!

Li Yuan felt a shock all over his body, as if his energy, blood and inner energy were frozen instantly, and his muscles and bones were shaking. "Eleven forms!" After a moment, Jing Shuhu put down his hand:

"What shape were you born with?"

Li Yuan didn't even raise his head: "Nine shapes."

"Nine shapes are born, plus the cloak hammering technique is perfect?" "Yes!"

"Really?" "Yes." ""

Jing Shuhu was noncommittal, looked at him deeply, and stopped asking questions. Instead, he asked: "With such a strong character and such talent, why do you want to learn the art of weaponry when you should be focusing on practicing martial arts?" "Being a disciple of a blacksmith, I admire the art of war..."

"Okay!" Jing Shuhu's face was full of displeasure.

This boy's character seems to be carved out of the same mold as Han Chuijun, and he will never tell the truth.

However, Jing Shuhu felt a little relieved when he saw that he was very respectful. If he really had Han Chuijun's temperament, he would not be able to teach this boy the art of war even if he died.

"The Art of Weaponry is the secret that has not been passed down in our Divine Weapon Valley, and it is also the first foundation for establishing oneself." Jing Shuhu said.

Li Yuan felt relieved, knowing that he had passed the test, and his attitude became more respectful.

"But the Patriarch believes that martial arts is the true foundation of one's life. Without strong enough force, even if one can produce magic weapons, he cannot keep it..."

Jing Shuhu walked with his back to Li Yuan and talked about the history of the art of war.

That's true, but if you can't get any magic weapons from the Divine Weapon Valley, I'm afraid that's the real reason for its downfall... Li Yuan listened quietly and thought about it in his heart.

More than a thousand years ago, the Divine Weapon Valley was a large sect that could seal a state. Its strength, power and connections exceeded Huaizhou's "Huailong Palace". A sect that could stably build divine weapons had a breadth of connections that was unmatched by ordinary sects.

But the Valley of Divine Weapons has not produced a single divine weapon for seven hundred years...

The appeal of the five great secrets of the inner sect is far greater than that of the art of war, and over time, it has naturally declined." Jing Shuhu sighed.

He briefly explained the rise and fall of the Art of War, then turned around and looked at Li Yuan solemnly:

"The Art of Weapons is difficult to get started with and even harder to master. I have been blacksmithing for more than sixty years and I dare not say that I have understood the secrets. If you really want to learn it, it will definitely delay other martial arts."

"Disciple understands." Li Yuan did not hesitate.
To be continued...