September 12th, Chen hour.
In the east of Jinyang City, there is still Yunyang Restaurant three miles away from the inner city.
In the upper room on the third floor of the backyard inn, the sun shines softly, and the boy sitting cross-legged opens his eyes.
Ignore the clothes that were completely soaked in sweat, but instead turned my eyes to my fingers that were coming out.
Qin Yin's mind was full of the eight-day experience in his practice.
This time he didn't even expect it.
When my understanding of the star-chasing leg method reaches a certain level, the arrival of this third cyclone...
It was three days earlier than expected!
The addition of visualization and actual combat made his understanding of this leg technique go beyond the level of inscribed third cyclone.
Therefore, when the etheric sword is carved, everything is extremely natural.
Under both fingers, the sword runs away from the dragon and snake, and the spiritual veins follow.
Qin Yin in that state did not even need to recall the vein diagram, as if it was just like that.
The meaning of pleasure is like a set of punches, and the fighting spirit is in full swing.
And the severe pain that was like splitting the soul further aroused the bloodiness in Qin Yin's heart.
Ambitions are like dragons and spirits are like rainbows.
The engraved three hundred spiritual veins of this third cyclone show the glory of the young.
The eight-day effort condenses a cyclone.
Qin Yin didn't know how fast the huge Tianwu Dynasty would be.
But he was sure that he...
It has definitely crushed more than 90% of the practitioners!
When Qin Yin stood up from the floor, his bones burst out.
The crispest part belongs to the short three-sounding airflow explosion.
This third cyclone was engraved in his left leg.
From then on, you can attack the enemy with both legs and legs.
The path to success in the star-chasing leg skills has been half gone.
Bi Fang, who was lying on the floor beside him, rolled up and stood up.
The small eyes as big as soybeans looked straight at Qin Yin.
"This becomes... the third level of cyclone?"
The fat quail ran around Qin Yin, unbelievable.
"That rice wine at Yu Jun's family is so strong? After drinking it, it's like getting chicken blood?"
"Or else go and have a drink with him, and I will add another drop of essence and blood to your veins. You can try it."
"Maybe the next time it will be cyclones in six days."
As he spoke, Bi Fang was a little eager to try, and his thief looked at several vital parts of Qin Yin's body.
In this way, when it is a dignified Mr. Bi Fang in the future, he can stand on Qin Yin's shoulder and brag about it to others. This is his credit.
bass!
The Langya dagger was pulled out, and the tip of Senhan's blade was aimed at Bi Fang.
Qin Yin had a bad face.
Otherwise, if you press this idea to death at once, with Bi Fang's dirty temperament, you will definitely be able to send a bird's blood into your body while he is asleep.
Bi Fang froze in his pace, and then he jumped onto Qin Yin's wrist as if nothing had happened, pressed Qin Yin's palm with his wings, and spoke in a long and serious manner.
"What's so fierce to your pet?"
"Why do you and my brothers have such a easy talk between you and me? "
"I won't mention it in the future."
When Qin Yin finally took back the Langya dagger, the small tuft of red hair that exploded behind Bi Fang's neck finally fell.
It's so scary that his grandfather is.
He always uses the broken knife to scare people.
I really think this saint is easy to bully.
"I'll leave after eating something and see how the knife is."
Qin Yin handed over a plate of fried peanuts.
Bi Fang's eyes lit up instantly.
"Okay!"
The fat croaker started eating fried peanuts happily, but the passion just now had been left behind.
...
"You are going out, there are many famous shops around our Yunyang Restaurant..."
When the waiter saw Qin Yin, he opened the curtain for Qin Yin with a smile on his face, and at the same time he did not forget to introduce him professionally.
Qin Yin nodded and thanked, walked out of Yunyang Restaurant and headed straight for the southeastern Wucheng.
Wearing a light blue cloth robe, he pulled down his hat, and was inconspicuous in the bustling Jinyang City.
Qin Yin deliberately avoided Zhuying Street that he had walked before and came to the Southeast Urn City again.
The craftsman's craftsman's workshop was still crowded with guests before.
It was still deserted in front of Fan Yunhai’s shop...
When Qin Yin looked at it, there were still a bunch of swords thrown together.
It's a few fewer hands than last time, I think it's sold these days.
I couldn't see Fan Yunhai himself, but the stove outside the shop was spewing thick smoke.
There were even heavy forging sounds coming from inside.
Bang!
Bang!
Just listening to this rhythmic sound, it seems like you see the scene of the forging master holding a huge hammer and hitting the knife embryo.
Moreover, Qin Yin was most important to the details, and he listened to them more than fifty sounds.
The intervals of each forging are surprisingly consistent.
Even the heavy tail sound of each hammer forging is the same length.
Fan Yunhai is a capable person!
After hearing the sound of hammer forging, Qin Yin stopped at the seventy-two, and said loudly to the shop: "Master Fan! Please see you again."
After a light ejaculation, the wooden door opened, revealing a big black face, which was Fan Yunhai.
After seeing Qin Yin carefully, he stroked his hands and laughed, and hurried out.
"I'm still wondering when your boy will come, but it's here!"
"Didn't you say that if there is Han Tie, you will come to find you in the last two days?" Qin Yin grinned and threw something out directly.
Fan Yunhai subconsciously took it, his eyes immediately widened.
"Is this a Zhong Lingzhu that can be redeemable for thousands of gold!?"
Half the thumb is long, with a green jade color, but it is extremely heavy and cold.
This is clearly a real Chinese spiritual zhu.
Fan Yunhai, a man with a fur face, couldn't help but look at Qin Yin in surprise.
He said casually at that time, at most he thought Qin Yin had half a piece to get a spiritual zhu.
Who would have thought that Han Tie, worth a thousand gold, would be in his hands like this?
"That's right, add it."
Qin Yin threw another brocade bag, Fan Yunhai took it and opened it.
Ten taels of loose gold!
Fan Yunhai looked at Qin Yin carefully and changed his clothes, but it was also the most common common common common clothing for individual tourists in the world.
I really can't see any valuable things on my body, but I can throw out a thousand gold at will.
The boy had no sympathy for money.
This kind of passion is enough to make people feel disappointed!
“Is that enough?”
Fan Yunhai was stunned, then grinned with a big black face: "Of course enough! A medium-sized spiritual zhu is integrated into the wrought iron, which is enough to open the front and back two blades! This weapon is enough to be promoted to the ranks of treasure soldiers."
"Six thousand forging is not enough... Today I have pushed the business of others and forged ten thousand for you!"
"Come in! Help me."
The door opened and a wave of heat gushed out from it.
Qin Yin grinned and followed him in.
"Do you have the strength?" Fan Yunhai asked without looking back.
"have."
"Hands can be stable?"
"stable."
"Hahaha, this knife must have been forged for you before Yuesheng!"
...
Bang!
The sound of giant hammers hitting one after another.
Two big men and a fat bird were nestled in the blacksmith shop.
Sweat forward and rain.
When the last time was quenched, Qin Yin stopped Fan Yunhai's actions and looked at Bi Fang who was still alive.
"Will you give this final fire to you?"
Bi Fang's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly.
"I am the most important part. That black man, let me see the world."
In Fan Yunhai's stunned eyes, a blazing flame that was almost pure red instantly poured into the forge.
boom!
The moment the flame passed by the blade, it burned the essence iron until it turned red, causing the shocking tongue of flame to gush out from the roof chimney.
"alright!"
Under Qin Yin's reminder, Fan Yunhai hurriedly drew his sword to come for the last quenching.
Honey!
The huge tank full of pudding water boiled instantly.
"It's done!!"
Fan Yunhai shouted excitedly, clenched the iron pliers with both arms, and pulled the knife suddenly between the muscles.
The huge sunset lingering on the top of the West Mountain is reflected through the panes.
The blade has been shining before it has been sharpened.
The most shocking thing is the red color that cannot be covered like a large fire cloud on the blade.
The cold and golden meaning of gold rises!
"I, Fan Yunhai, today... I forged the cold iron blade into Fire Cloud Red!"
"A total of 12,000 forgings... What a treasure knife! Hahaha, wait for me to get the knives for you and sharpen the blade!
Chapter completed!