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Among the hundreds of thousands of troops, the small broken camp is really insignificant. And between the barracks, fights and brawls are commonplace. Although the broken camp has done a big thing with a long face, it has attracted too much attention. And the Iron Cavalry Battalion is also at a loss, who let you lead the guards to rush into the gate. Therefore, if you want to take revenge, you must judge the situation and not be reckless.

However, after this battle, General Gongsun's prestige has really skyrocketed. In addition, everyone's food and clothing come from the general's merits. The veterans who broke the camp restrained a little arrogant and admired a little more. A general who knows how to be considerate of his subordinates and can help fight to get angry is a good general!

The sky cleared one after another, and the barracks were busy clearing the snow. The open spaces and passages that come and go are refreshing. There were also two more armed soldiers in front of the main tent to summon heralds. The damaged gate has been renovated. Under the banner fluttering in the wind, the broken camp presents a new atmosphere.

At noon on that day, the main tent was filled with people.

There was a cauldron on the brazier, and the lamb was stewed in it. A dozen or so men sat around, drinking wine and eating meat. And Wu Yi sat alone in front of the wooden case, grabbing half of a leg of mutton and gnawing on it. In such a scene, it can be said that the soldiers are harmonious and happy.

"In ten days, it will be the spring festival, and I should break the camp and the general should train some soldiers......"

"What you say is not bad! I also ask my son to decide ......"

While everyone was eating and drinking, one of the teams was talking. Bao Feng echoed, but unlike the honorific general, he and several old brothers always called Wu Yi Gongzi, which was a little more close to each other.

Wu Yi shook his head and said with a smile: "The brothers who broke the camp are all old soldiers, so why bother doing this." And I'm here just to follow your long insights. If there is anything you owe in the future, please bear with me!" As he spoke, he dropped his flesh and bones and wiped his hands: "The military affairs in the camp will be handled by the eldest brothers, and the younger brothers will rest and go!"

The old brothers present also wanted to see each other off, and the person had already opened the curtain and walked into the inner tent, but he threw out the words: "If something calls me outside the door, you must not enter without permission...... I'm timid...... I'm afraid to scare ......"

Everyone looked at each other, and then laughed again.

Although Gongsun Gongzi was a general, he was very skillful, and he was not at all pretentious or arrogant, and he not only treated his brothers with great respect, but also spoke frankly and casually. Such a general is his own family!

Bao Feng sat by the brazier, the scar on his face shining in the light of the fire. He looked at the old brothers present and picked up a bowl of wine: "Childe treats me like this, dare not obey my life!"

Everyone thought so, and they all raised their wines and echoed: "But there is a drive, and I am willing to serve my life!"

......

No blame rested, but stood silently in the inner tent. He listened to the movement outside, and sighed thoughtfully.

Although those men were from a humble background and had a rough temperament, they were straightforward and arrogant, and they knew right and wrong. At least more flesh and blood than many so-called immortals!

Yun Shengzi said it well: Lingshan is at ease, cultivating immortals and cultivating people!

And he strayed into the path of immortals, and he did not have the consciousness of cultivating immortals. After taking revenge, let's try to find my purple smoke! as long as you live a solid life, what's the point of being natural and casual!

Thinking of this, a faint yellow light flashed on his body. He took a few steps and reached forward with his left hand. The cowhide tent is slightly concave and completely seamless. He frowned in thought, the light on his body changed slightly, yellow and blue flickered, and then blue and black alternately. His arm suddenly passed through the tent, and at first glance it seemed to be missing. He grinned, stepped up, and in an instant, the man was outside through the tent.

Now I know the five ways of retreat, but none of them are proficient, and it is not without a strange way to learn from each other. Well, don't underestimate a layer of cowhide, there is a university to ask about it!

Blameless was secretly satisfied, and walked to another tent. The man came to the door and coughed lightly. After a while, he lifted the curtain and walked in.

This is the camp tent of the Qisan people, the place is not big, but it is also covered with animal skins, clean and comfortable. But the master here sat upright on the ground, rolled his eyes, and said, "You are drinking and having fun in the tent, why do you disturb my purity?"

He didn't answer, and he sat down before he got closer.

Qi Sanren waved his hand again and again, very impatient.

Wu Yi had to turn around and walk away, hide in the corner, and look back, then he honestly sat cross-legged and complained: "Such hospitality is very unreasonable......

Qi Sanren blew his beard and taught: "If you are not a teacher or an apprentice, you are not a relative or a reason, when you are refining a weapon, how can you allow you to be a bystander? Do you understand or don't you understand the truth that the Fa is not passed on?"

"I beg you to refine your sword, why are you so stingy? Hey, don't be angry......

There is no blame for asking for others, and it is inevitable to bow down, argue a few words, and hurriedly raise your hand to admit defeat. Who let himself want to observe the refining weapon, but Qi Lao Dao is reluctant. After pleading repeatedly, he reluctantly agreed. That's it, I won't say anything.

Qi Sanren snorted, rolled up his sleeves and seemed to settle down.

In the tent, an old man and a young man sat back and forth, all silent. But one lowered his eyebrows, and the other looked curious.

Agree in advance to refine today's weapon, why not do it?

Blameless was suspicious, and it was inconvenient to urge, so he raised his hand and scratched his chin, and couldn't help but speak: "Old Dao, the day before yesterday, you only transmitted two words, which made the monk brought by Cangwei fearful. As the saying goes, a soldier who surrenders without a fight is worthy of being a master!"

Qi Sanren may not want to pay attention to it, but he can't bear the flattery, smiled slightly, and said proudly: "That person is only the cultivation of the sixth layer of Yushi, and it is difficult to make progress for a long time, I advise him to be less feminine, otherwise he will be exhausted and his body will disappear within ten years......!

"Hehe, you're alarmist again!"

"Hmph, what are you doing here?"

"Look at your refining tools......"

"Don't shut up yet......"

"Then you can do it......"

"This way must always be considered one or two, and the heart is successful. If you dare to be verbose, you will stop here......"

"Hmmm......"

"When refining the weapon, don't make a sound!"

"Uh-huh......"

The two didn't say a few words, and in an instant they quarreled again.

Seeing that the opportunity was wrong, he quickly closed his mouth.

Qi Sanren glared back, and then made a move. Then the mana enveloped him, and the inside and outside of the tent were suddenly isolated. He then waved his sleeve, and a few feet away there was a piece of jet black.

It was the Xuantie from the Canglong Valley of the Ancient Sword Mountain, four or five feet long, with a thin arm, but it weighed two or three thousand catties, and it should be more than enough to refine a sharp sword in hand.

The prayer disperser raised his hand a little, and the black iron hung three feet from the ground. With a flick of his fingers, a ray of almost transparent fire flew out, and then fell on the dark iron, and then the fire burst into flames. He sealed his hands, practiced the method, and said to himself: "If you cultivate true fire, all evils will not invade." And only true fire can refine the Dan Refiner. True fire has three multiplications......"

He sat not far away and watched intently, listening attentively.

Although Lao Dao has an eccentric temper, he is not really stingy. Besides, the law is not spread, it is the rule of the fairy gate. He now points out the refining tools and explains them, and he is quite tolerant and generous to bring future generations.

"Inferior, with the viscera as the furnace, with the dragon and tiger as the water and fire, after refining the heavenly yin ** essence, the innate true yang; This is the way to prolong life, and it can prove that the immortal fruit ......"

When Qi Sanren said this, the mana was blessed.

The burning flames were blazing for three minutes, and the black black iron turned red. The scorching heat filled the surroundings, and it was actually a little suffocating.

Wu Qi hurriedly urged the spiritual power to protect the body, and secretly pondered the mystery in the words of the old man.

Only by cultivating the inferior true fire can you become a master of foundation building. If you cultivate the true fire, you have refined the golden pill and become the realm of human immortals.

And although he is barely using his true fire now, it has nothing to do with cultivation and cultivation. If you want to become stronger, you can't do without the Nine Star Divine Sword. is in such a situation now, it is quite embarrassing and helpless to ride a tiger!

"Superior, with the ether void Taiji as the furnace, life as water and fire, the three elements are mixed into one, the achievement of the holy womb, breaking the void, the form and spirit are wonderful, and the Tao is true! This is the way of the true immortal......"

When Qi Sanren said this, he raised his hand and said another trick: "The same is true for refining tools!" Go to the dross, refine the essence, derive yin and yang, create the universe, the law is on it, it is natural, the treasures are different, and the supernatural powers are ......very different."

The meaning of the old saying is that only the cultivation above the earth immortal can cultivate the superior true fire, and with the purity of the true fire, you can reach the realm of flying immortals and heavenly immortals. This is also the case with refining tools. The cultivation is different, and the things that are refined also have the difference between magic weapons and magic weapons, and so on.

As the True Flame was calcined, the black iron gradually changed shape.

However, at the hour of a stick of incense, the black black iron has turned into a fiery red molten slurry, and gathered into a mass the size of a copper basin, hanging in the air, shining dazzlingly, and it is weird. As the flames continued to burn, the dripping juice trickled down from it.

Qi Sanren waved the sleeves of his robe, and the dripping fiery red juice instantly condensed into iron filings and splashed down. He then urged the mana, and the rolling molten slurry continued to be quenched.

Two more hours passed, and the iron filings on the ground became a heap, and the fiery molten pulp was only the size of a clay bowl, and gradually became transparent. The impurities have been incinerated to the ground, and all that remains is the essence of the dark iron.

Qi Sanren breathed a sigh of relief, stretched out his hands and waved them left and right.

The molten pulp instantly elongated and thinned, about three feet in size, taking on the shape of a sword embryo, and slowly rotated in mid-air.

At this time, someone hurriedly said: "Three feet is too short, ...... longer."

The refining weapon is engrossed, and he is most afraid of being disturbed by accidents.

Qi Sanren's magic trick was paused, and the sword embryo that was still spinning also trembled slightly. He looked back suddenly, the roots of his beard flying from his chest.

I saw someone sitting in place and honest, but he looked embarrassed and smiled on his face: "Hehe......"

Qi San snorted angrily, turned his head away, calmed down a little, and continued to cast the magic trick.

Without blame, he knew that he was wrong, so he didn't dare to make a noise, but seeing that the sword embryo was about to take shape, he couldn't bear it again, and whispered: "As the saying goes, one inch is long and one inch is strong." On the battlefield, it is still a long sword and a broad sword......"

Qi Sanren ignored it, but the sword embryo suddenly became longer. With a few of his spells flying into it, the fire faded, and a black shadow flipped in the air, and then fell behind him with a "bang".

Blameless looked down, stunned.

A piece of iron lay quietly on the ground, black and bladeless, no different from an iron rod.

"Old Dao, what is this?"