"The only one who can defeat a sword cultivator is a sword cultivator."

This sentence comes from the last master of Wenjian Zhai 40,000 years ago. It symbolizes the glory of the swordsman monks and also means the final glorious end of the swordsmanship era.

It can be said that the entire Xuanhuang World was conquered by the Sword Cultivator, but after the Sword Cultivator conquered this world, this world can no longer accept the rule of the Sword Cultivator after its Tianxin has been condensed.

Not to mention that this world and other monks can't stand it, even sword cultivators themselves can't stand it: when there are more wolves than sheep, no one has enough to eat. This metaphor is not that appropriate, but it is still appropriate.

In the early stage, it was fine when they were conquering all sides and expanding their territory. But when the boundaries of the entire world gradually stabilized, the sword cultivators who couldn't find any opponents began to attack each other.

They flew with swords, tearing apart the heaven and the earth as they pleased with their grudges and their destiny sword energy.

His duty is to kill, and he disdains heretics.

In other words, apart from fighting, they have almost no production capacity. Although they have conquered a large territory, they are unable to manage the entire world well.

Finally, 40,000 years ago, the sword cultivation inheritance completely declined due to its own crazy internal fighting and the siege of other Taoist monks.

Nowadays, apart from a part of the inheritance still preserved in Longzhou in the Central Region and Qinzhou in the Eastern Region, there are almost no real swordsman monks left.

Of course, the last crazy counterattack of sword cultivators in that era also brought huge pain to the entire world. For 40,000 years, monks from all continents have subconsciously avoided flying swords, hated flying swords, and gave other types of magical weapons the ultimate

Large space for living and development.

It's just that time is a good medicine that heals everything. Forty thousand years later, the popularity of flying swords has gradually risen again. After all, this is a mark engraved in the blood of monks.

A good flying sword is excellent whether it is used for flying or protecting the road. Among weapon refiners, the ancient profession of swordsmith has gradually branched out again.

Fang Ang is such a monk. This is also the reason why Zhang Lie seeks help from him.

A first-class sharpshooter not only has superb shooting skills, he is also often proficient in firearm assembly and even firearm modification knowledge.

It is based on this point that Zhang Lie just considered understanding Feijian from another aspect and studying Feijian. At the same time, he used the scattered sword theory in the Disha Sword Sutra and integrated it with the Shenyuan Shasha Transformation Technique. Zhang Lie also had a vague feeling in his heart.

There is a strange and exciting feeling.

Mu Yun's Taoist companion, the swordsmith Fang Ang, was a very honest man. After understanding Zhang Lie's thoughts, he did not accept the spiritual stone given by Zhang Lie, but chose to take Zhang Lie to Zongmenfang City.

Looking for a real swordsmith.

"Since Senior Brother Zhang is determined to learn sword-making skills, I will take back the Shuiyun Sword to thank you. But I will definitely tell you everything I know. However, your spiritual stone can also be used to hire another person.

, if you can hire him, combined with our two sword-making skills, we will definitely be able to make greater gains for our senior brother."

Fang Ang is a talented swordsmith. Both his family and his apprenticeship are from the lineage of weapon refiners. With these relationships, Fang Ang has a good idea of ​​the character of most of the sword refiners in the sect.

, almost everyone knows the level of weapon refining.

After Zhang Lie learned this, he felt relieved and let him take him with him.

Honghefang City is one of the large cities in Jinhong Valley. Although it is very close, Zhang Lie was so focused on practicing martial arts and swordsmanship that he almost never came here. This time, he was brought here by Mu Yun and Fang Ang.

It was a time to witness the prosperity and bustle of the city.

Honghefang City already belongs to the gateway area of ​​Jinhong Valley. It belongs to the fourth-level city. The maximum number of people who can receive Zifu Realm monks to trade is almost impossible for casual cultivators to dare to cause trouble here. The safety is fully guaranteed and the goods are also available.

If there are many, the popularity will naturally flourish.

Under the leadership of Fang Ang, the three of them found an old shop hidden in the corner of Fangshi.

This shop looks a bit shabby, with a flag hanging in front of the door, with five large characters written on it: Gujia Huolianfang.

"My uncle, although his temperament is a little weird, his skill in weapon refining is beyond words."

"The old immortal boasted that he could make the best flying sword, but what happened? You returned my weapon-making materials, and I tell you, if you don't give me an explanation today, I will smash your shabby shop."

Fang Ang was bragging to Zhang Lie and Mu Yun about his uncle who was hiding in the city, and such scoldings came from the Huolianfang.

The three of them looked at each other and quickened their pace to take a look.

I saw a young monk wearing a monk's robe, holding an old man by his neck and punching him.

In the smoky weapon refining shop, there was a green flying sword in the furnace, cracked and damaged, and its spiritual energy was completely gone.

"Stop, stop, there's something wrong with the weapon refining, we'll just compensate you with the spirit stone according to the price, how dare you do it here?"

Fang Ang was of a sincere nature, so he ran up and held down the young monk's arm.

However, Zhang Lie and Mu Yun did not run over. Mu Yun was a female cultivator, and her first reaction when encountering such a thing was not to take action.

Zhang Lie, on the other hand, looked at the young monk whose face was red and aggrieved. He did not look like someone who was making trouble unreasonably. Instead, he looked like the old man who was holding his neck and collar, drunk and looking like a rogue.

"Fang Ang, don't stop him, let him fight, let him fight!"

"It's better to hit him. If he hits me, I won't have to pay him any more spiritual stones. If you hit me, hit him quickly. If you dare not to hit me, you will be my grandson!"

As he spoke, the old man surnamed Gu pushed Fang Ang away and raised one side of his face, asking the other party to hit him with his fist.

"you you……"

The young monk was so angry that he almost cried.

The casual cultivators worked hard to get some good materials, so they came to Honghefang City to make a good flying sword for themselves.

From now on, we will be able to eliminate demons and defend the Way, and we will be able to rely on it to be a free world.

I originally wanted to go to a big weapon-refining shop, but when I was wandering around in front of several big stores, I met this old man who didn't have an old face, and used words to trick him into refining flying swords.

Having already refined a second-level mid-grade flying sword, the young monk was already very satisfied.

As a result, during the process, the old man insisted on using some secret technique, saying that it could greatly improve the quality of the flying sword, and even refine it into a high-grade flying sword. Then, the condensed form of the weapon exploded.

Now the materials have been destroyed and there is nothing left.

After telling the story of what happened, the young monk really cried. He didn't really hit the old man on the head, and walked out of the shop wiping his tears.

Zhang Lie didn't stop him. He was so easy to trust others and needed to be stimulated and tempered by such things. Maybe he could go further on the road in the future.

"Hey, Fang Ang, what are you doing here?"

"..." Fang Ang heard this and looked at Zhang Lie.

He originally wanted Zhang Lie to learn sword-making skills from his ancient master uncle, but now that something like this happened in front of him, he couldn't say a single word he originally wanted to say.

"Oh, Senior Brother Fang wants to recommend me to learn the art of sword-making from you." Fang Ang couldn't speak, but Zhang Lie had no hesitation.

First, in his opinion, Fang Ang is an honest person. He said that the old man surnamed Gu in front of him is very skilled in refining weapons, so there is a high probability that he is really very skilled.

Second, it is difficult for outsiders to know how good the craftsmanship of a newly opened store is without trying it. However, old stores that can survive for a long time often have good craftsmanship. The rag flag outside has been smoky for many years.

With the person in front of me with such a bad character, the fact that he has kept his weapon-refining shop open for so many years shows that he is really very resourceful.

Moreover, in the shop, Zhang Lie had also seen the damaged broken sword lying sideways in the furnace. The refining materials were relatively ordinary, and it was possible to make a second-level mid-grade flying sword with such refining materials.

There was still energy left to force the move up. Although it failed in the end, it only showed that the other party was very gambling but had good skills.

"These are the rituals of learning. In the next two years, I will ask the ancient master to take care of them. Please take a look at them."

As he spoke, Zhang Lie took out a bag of spirit stones and placed it in front of the old man. Two hundred spirit stones were already considered a large amount of money. An ordinary second-level high-grade magic weapon only cost one hundred fifty or sixty spirit stones.

Shi Shang Xia, the net income is not that much.

"Hey, what a good day it is today. There are fat sheep coming to my door one after another. I have paid for the drinks in the past two years."

Gutou directly picked up the spirit stone that Zhang Lie had put down and took it into the house.

At this time, Mu Yun walked up to Zhang Lie and whispered softly: "Junior Brother Zhang, can you still trust this man with such a demeanor?"

"Senior Sister Mu, I trust Senior Brother Fang Ang. Anyway, Senior Brother Fang Ang will be here to teach me. If this senior is willing to give me a few pointers, just give him a few pointers. If he doesn't give me some pointers, I won't lose anything. What's more, even if he doesn't

If you are willing to give me guidance, you should also be willing to give guidance to Senior Brother Fang Ang. What is the difference between giving guidance to me directly?"

From that day on, there were two more diligent apprentices in the Gu family's weapon smelting shop.

After a period of time, many customers would rather go to Fang Ang to refine weapons than go to an ancient head with a higher level of cultivation. This is because Fang Ang’s weapon refining skills are experienced and steady. He is very cautious when refining magical weapons, and sometimes even

The refined flying sword is of a lower grade, and you will not take risks and waste all the materials.

The ancient leader, on the other hand, refused to give up until he squeezed out the full potential of all the refining materials, which resulted in the magical weapons he made either exceeding the level of the materials or destroying the shape of the weapons and using up all the materials.
Chapter completed!