Walking out of the laboratory, my target immediately locked on to the blacksmith shop, where there is my thousand-year-old cold iron, the strength of the monsters in the dark spirit cave is no longer satisfied by the attack of the wolf's fangs, and the disgusting dark death scythe needs to be used at level 25, so at present, I can only pray that the weapon forged by the blacksmith uncle with the thousand-year-old cold iron is not too bad.

Ignoring the surprised eyes of passers-by, he ran all the way.

Plunging headlong into the blacksmith shop, sure enough, there were only a few rookies in the empty shop picking out junk weapons, and a buddy-looking NPC was smiling and entertaining guests next to it.

Quietly pulled over the NPC guy who was greeting the guests, and asked, "Little brother, where is the blacksmith uncle?" ”

The NPC guy's eyes lit up and said, "Could it be that you are the warrior who used the thousand-year-old cold iron to forge weapons as the master said?" The master is forging weapons, and it is estimated that he has reached the finishing stage. The foundry room is in the back, and I still have to look at the shop, so you can go in by yourself. ”

Thankfully, I said goodbye to my fellow, and I entered the inner hall of the casting room.

As soon as I entered the casting room, I felt a scorching fire, a sturdy man was dancing with a huge hammer to hit a sword embryo that had been formed, making a crisp sound of "clanging", and the sweat on his dark skin was like a stream of water, and it was dried by the fire before it dripped to the ground.

Looking at the strong muscles of the blacksmith uncle who puffed out his arms and beat the sword embryo, I couldn't help but envy.

"Little brother, are you here? Come and help me pull the bellows. Sensing that someone had entered, the blacksmith took the time to see that it was me and hurried for help.

Without the slightest hesitation, he rushed to the casting table and immediately pulled the bellows "whirring".

"Okay," Seeing the flames rise, the blacksmith uncle praised and roared: "The waves are furious and the dragon is smashing." ”

A shocking scene happened, only to see Uncle Blacksmith's giant hammer seem to have turned into tens of millions of afterimages, crackling and smashing on the sword embryo, bringing out bursts of wild waves and dragon groans, and the sword embryo that has been formed gradually becomes regular under such a dense and uniform smash.

How could I miss such a good opportunity, I kept pulling the bellows under my hands, but my eyes kept watching Uncle Blacksmith's movements, at first it was a little jerky and difficult to understand, and I couldn't see clearly, but combined with the casting experience left by the Yellow Emperor's patriarch, it suddenly became clear, and Uncle Blacksmith's every hammer, every movement of the exercise route and the degree of muscle relaxation were all in my view.

The high-intensity smashing lasted for about 10 minutes, and at this time, the muscular hunk like Uncle Blacksmith couldn't stand it, and I saw that Uncle Blacksmith's original sweat like a stream had evolved into a waterfall type, and the hammer that was easy to grasp in his hand seemed to weigh more than 10,000 catties.

Just when I thought Uncle Blacksmith couldn't hold on, suddenly Uncle Blacksmith yelled: "Blood." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly cut my wrist with my wolf fangs, and a large stream of blood spilled onto the already formed sword body. The blood had already touched the body of the sword, and the blacksmith felt for a red stone the size of an egg, which was like blood, and threw it into the hilt of the sword in the casting furnace, and then it was like a violent final blow that reflected the light.

Under the frantic beating of the blacksmith uncle, the blood-colored stone quickly melted into the hilt of the sword.

"Break the sky."

The shocking scene appeared again, the blacksmith uncle suddenly jumped into the air, standing in the air, the surrounding aura, fire and energy all gathered on the hammer, and the originally black hammer became shining in a flash. Uncle Blacksmith's eyes were extremely calm, and when the aura and fire on the hammer gathered to the extreme, there was finally a trace of change on his plain face, and the light hammer was held high above the top of the bearer's power of Breaking Heaven and smashed towards the sword body that had been formed in the casting furnace.

There is no sound of the earth cracking, there is no roar of thousands of horses galloping, and there is no roar of Mount Tai cracking. When the light hammer smashed into the sword body, the incomparable blow of the mighty one did not make a sound like a lover's touch, but when the light hammer touched the sword body, the sword body suddenly vibrated violently. Uncle Blacksmith's eyes flashed, and he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of bloody blood onto the light hammer. In an instant, the light hammer light shone again, suppressing the sword body that was about to move. With the support of Uncle Blacksmith's efforts, the fire energy gathered on the hammer and the unknown light of the aura were all injected into the sword body without the power to resist. Under the infusion of many rays of light, the originally dark sword body suddenly reached the tip of the sword with a charge-like rushing hilt, turning into a lightsaber, gorgeous and noble.

The light on the sword body lasted for a full minute, and then all of them gathered like a blood-colored stone in the hilt of the sword, and it was absorbed in an instant, and the blood-colored stone also seemed to have gained energy, and there seemed to be blood rolling inside, which was extremely strange.

Suddenly, the sword that had calmed down suddenly burst red, and the sword body made a buzzing sound.

In addition, players outside the blacksmith shop saw the red light inside the blacksmith shop, and there seemed to be a coercive serpentine creature swimming in the red light, full of majesty.

"Quick, hold it." Uncle Blacksmith's neutral voice rang in my ears.

Without the slightest hesitation, I grabbed the trembling sword.

"Sss I gasped as I grabbed the sword, and the scorching heat on the hilt of the sword combined with an inexplicable momentum made me want to throw the sword out immediately.

"Don't throw it, hold it hard, conquer it with your mind, your momentum, or you will never get its recognition." Uncle Blacksmith's words made my hand, which I wanted to throw out, clench in an instant.

The intense burning, the inexplicable oppression, made me miserable. I don't know how long it took, but under the scorching breath, my spirit became blurred. The right hand holding the hilt of the sword seems to be no longer mine, and the qi and blood are also constantly falling under the scorching fire.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a century.

My vision suddenly shifted.

An endless grassland, empty. The breeze blows, bringing up strands of hair, and the tranquility between heaven and earth seems to be like the beginning of a flood. Suddenly, an oppression from the soul came from the sky. When I looked up, I was momentarily stunned. The sky was wide and a huge dragon was watching me.

Lion head, antlers, crocodile mouth, turtle neck, snake body, fish scales, eagle claws, fish tail. It is the totem ---- dragon of China!

A great sense of satisfaction came from my heart: I actually really saw our Chinese totem. He looked at the dragon in the sky in awe, and his heart was full of pride.

Suddenly, a huge momentum came from the dragon. I was bent over under the tremendous momentum.

Get down on one knee with your hands propped up. I struggled to look up at the dragon in the air. Still so majestic, so noble. It's just that in its eyes I seem to see contempt and the slight tilt of the corners of its mouth, as if to ......

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