At the beginning of the next morning, Master Du looked at the Fusheng Forge that was almost torn apart, and his face was full of surprise, what had happened?

Ye Qingtang's face was full of apologies, and he told Master Du the general situation.

Hearing this, Master Du smiled softly, but he didn't care.

"Brother Ye Chen, the magic weapon I forged for Xuanchen Zhenren now needs your blessing from different fires."

A moment later, Master Du and Ye Qingtang walked into the forging inner hall, and Master Du spoke.

Hearing this, Ye Qingtang nodded, Master Du forged a blade magic weapon for Master Xuanchen Zhenren, Ye Qingtang naturally knew, but forging with thousand-year-old Xuantian Iron also needed to be refined with different fire, otherwise it would be difficult to succeed.

Immediately, Ye Qingtang's wrist flipped, and a golden flame flew into the refining workshop.

About an hour later, Master Du took out the forged object and cooled it with icy water.

Looking at the finished product, Master Du was quite satisfied, and said with a smile: "Brother Ye Chen's strange fire is really extraordinary, it can reach the point of a thousand vertical and instantaneous, if it is replaced by ordinary different fire, I am afraid that it will take at least three days to forge before it can be formed." ”

With Ye Qingtang's strange fire, the time was shortened to an hour, which shows the extraordinaryness of the golden flame.

"Brother Ye Chen will wait for half a day in the Dusheng Forge Workshop, and I will go to the Falling Sky Valley first and hand over this thing to Xuanchen Zhenren." Master Du said...

Master Du originally wanted Du Sheng to bring things there, but this magic weapon was too valuable, in addition to Ye Qingtang's large number of thousand-year-old Xuan Tie, there were also some extremely precious materials handed over to him by Xuan Chen, for the sake of safety, Master Du still decided to go to the device in person.

Hearing this, Ye Qingtang pondered for a moment, and then said, "Don't bother, Master Du handed over this thing to me, and it just so happened that I would say goodbye to my master." ”

Hearing Ye Qingtang's words, Master Du nodded, and without being polite, he put the magic weapon in the wooden box and handed it to Ye Qingtang.

After taking the magic weapon, Ye Qingtang turned around and left the Fusheng Forge Workshop,

In a few moments, Ye Qingtang had returned to the Falling Sky Valley.

In the main hall of the Falling Sky Valley, Xuan Chenzhen sat on the top seat, examining the stacks of files on the table one by one, as if he was dealing with some miscellaneous matters in the valley.

Looking at Xuanchen's incomparably familiar figure, Ye Qingtang couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

In the previous life, when Master Xuanchen Zhenren had not yet become the lord of the valley, he was more powerful than the peak masters of each peak, he was not afraid of everything, and he was famous for protecting his shortcomings, and almost no one was willing to provoke Mu Tianfeng, where Xuanchen Zhenren was located.

However, since the valley master was seriously injured by the peerless deacon, and Xuanchen Zhenren temporarily took over as the valley master, his heart has converged too much.

Everything is peaceful, and I only think about fulfilling the responsibility of this position and keeping a valley safe.

Now, Xuanchen Zhenren is no longer the master of a peak in the Falling Sky Valley, but the valley master of the entire Falling Sky Valley, and his responsibility is no longer limited to just one peak.

Looking at the haggard Xuanchen Zhenren above the main hall, for some reason, Ye Qingtang was vaguely sad.

In his previous life, Xuanchen Zhenren rescued her and in the midst of fire and water, he never cared about his spiritual roots and talents, let himself worship under his disciples, practice hard, and even take care of himself as his daughter.

At the beginning, Xuanchen Zhenren was more strict with Ye Qingtang than with other disciples, at first, Ye Qingtang was quite sour in his heart, and he always felt that his master had never cared about him.