Chapter 413 Divine Pattern Cast Armor

On the river bank, the sound of heavy hammers could be heard one after another, drowning out the sound of water lapping at the waterfall.

The furnaces were burning blazingly, and you could feel the heat waves coming from miles away. Nearly a hundred big men were either forging iron with heavy hammers, or quenching, polishing, in an orderly manner.

Not far away on the river bank, Xin Wenhua was instructing a group of disciples to carry iron materials. On the side, Jing Shuhu and Lei Jingchuan were watching.

The four great craftsmen joining forces to forge weapons did not cause any ripples in the world, but for a sect that made weapons, this was a rare event.

Lei Jingchuan and Lei Jingchuan have come here almost every day to watch.

"The kid's Dragon Shocking Hammer Technique is progressing very slowly. I guess it's almost perfected?"

Lei Jingchuan looked at Qiao Tianhe. Compared to the other three master craftsmen, Wan Chuan only brought him here. Compared to the others, he was the youngest, but his skills were not inferior.

"This kid is very spiritual. If nothing happens, he is expected to become a master craftsman. It's no wonder that Wan Chuan only takes him with him wherever he goes."

Jing Shuhu was very relaxed, sitting on the bench and eating fruit snacks.

"The Wanchuan lineage is really lucky. There are several master craftsmen before and after them, and the reputation of the Seven Star Palace has become much greater."

Lei Jingchuan commented on Qiao Tianhe, but when he looked around, he realized that all the disciples taken by these master craftsmen were geniuses in making weapons, and they were skilled in skills and full of spirituality.

"Talk about luck."

Jing Shuhu paused and looked not far away. Li Yuan was walking slowly, holding a hammer.

"It took seven hundred years of luck to create Li Yuan. What a blessing for the sect."

Lei Jingchuan wiped his beard and was in a good mood. He didn't dislike Wan Chuan so much now.

"Mr. Lei, Great Elder, don't you want to give it a try?"

Li Yuan was not in a hurry to open fire, so he came over and the Grand Master took care of them. Although the two men's injuries were not fully healed, they were mostly recovered.

"No rush."

Glancing at Lei Jingchuan who was about to try, Jing Shuhu stopped in time: "This is a top-notch magic weapon, do you dare to take action?"

"this……"

Lei Jingchuan was speechless, he really didn't dare.

"Senior Brother Lin still has a lot of unused iron materials. If you want to try your hand at it, I'll ask him to borrow it for use."

As Li Yuan spoke, Lin Tingfeng put down his hammer and strode over to greet him. He heard it and had no objection:

"Brother Lei, if you want it, Lin will go and get it right now."

"Then thank you very much, Captain Lin."

Lei Jingchuan's eyes lit up and he quickly cupped his hands to express his thanks.

The corners of Jing Shuhu's mouth moved but he said nothing. Lin Tingfeng, on the other hand, observed his words and smiled and said:

"There are so many left and right. If Brother Jing is interested, why not come and give it a try?"

"Well, thank you very much, Captain Lin."

Jing Shuhu also stood up to say thanks. After watching it for almost a month, his hands were really itchy.

"Then let's go together and pick out the iron materials first?"

Lin Tingfeng invited the two of them, and they immediately left together.

"Senior Brother Xin, where is Senior Uncle Nie?"

After watching several people go away, Li Yuan turned around and saw Xin Wenhua holding the Chunyang Sword blueprint with a frown on his face. He had learned some weapon-making skills.

"You're looking for me?"

Li Yuan's tone was not low. Before Xin Wenhua could speak, Nie Xianshan, who was sitting cross-legged on top of the waterfall, had already opened his eyes and looked over.

"Uncle Master."

Li Yuan bowed his hands in greeting, and was thinking about how to speak. He was no stranger to borrowing money, but this was his first time borrowing blood.

"Just tell me if you have anything to say!"

Nie Xianshan didn't like procrastination the most. His voice was still erratic, and he had already reached the river bank. He looked at the burning stove and frowned slightly.

In order to create the Pure Yang Sword, he had been preparing for seventy years and spent a lot of money to invite the four great craftsmen. At this time, as the creation progressed, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

"this……"

Li Yuan thought for a while and then got straight to the point:

"Uncle Master, my disciple has newly learned a strange weapon-casting technique, which can improve his weapon-casting skills, but..."

Qimen forging weapons?

Nie Xianshan's eyes flashed: "What can I borrow?"

"Blood."

"Blood?"

Nie Xianshan frowned slightly: "The animal blood is all in the pool. You can choose which one you want. It's worth asking me for such a trivial matter... Well, what kind of blood do you want to borrow?"

As Nie Xianshan said, he also noticed something was wrong. This boy has never been a polite person.

"Your blood."

"What?"

Xin Wenhua was startled, his voice was too high, and the master craftsmen who were immersed in blacksmithing also frowned and looked over.

"My blood?"

Nie Xianshan was not shocked or angry, but just curious:

"I do know that when forging a magic weapon, you need to 'quench the blood to recognize the master'. What, are you going to give your dragon scale armor to me?"

The old Taoist's voice is rare and gentle. This boy can remember him, which shows his filial piety.

Thinking, he glared at Xin Wenhua, who felt cold all over and was surprised, Junior Brother Li is so generous?

"..."

Li Daoye was speechless. How could he be such a generous person?

"The iron materials, fine gold, and spiritual charcoal used in this dragon scale armor are all provided by you..."

"Okay."

After glancing at Li Yuan, who was obviously a bit off-putting, Nie Xianshan raised his hand to interrupt. Although the words were polite, he felt comfortable listening to them.

"All I want is a sword. You'd better keep your armor for yourself."

Nie Xianshan put his hands behind his back: "How much do you want?"

"Well……"

Li Yuan thought about the size of his dragon scale armor and tentatively said:

"A bucket?"

"..."

Nie Xianshan's beard started to flutter, and he almost thought he heard wrongly:

"How much, how much?"

Click~

Li Yuan seemed to hear the sound of the earth cracking under his feet, and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart: "One... uh, half a bucket, half a bucket is enough, how about you give me some?"

"One bucket, you really dare to open your teeth!"

Nie Laodao puffed his beard and glared, what does this kid think he is, a Blood King Kong?

"If this disciple masters this treasure refining technique, it may also help to create the Pure Yang Sword..."

Li Yuan was a little embarrassed. It was not that he really wanted so much, but that he only needed so much for this devious treasure refining technique.

"No."

Nie Xianshan glared at him angrily. If it had been Xin Wenhua, he would have slapped him on the wall.

Make you vomit a bucket...

"Forget it."

Li Yuan was already thinking about which senior brother to find to raise blood.

But I also feel a little regretful in my heart. The blood of a supreme master is much better than the blood of a highly accomplished warrior.

"Bring the bucket!"

"ah?"

Looking at the expressionless Nie Laodao, Li Yuan was shocked and felt the importance this old Taoist attached to Chunyang Sword.

"There is."

Xin Wenhua reacted at this moment and slid the iron bucket at his feet over.

Nie Xianshan glared at him and then looked at Li Yuan:

"I hope it really helps to build soldiers."
To be continued...