Who doesn't know the name of the gods, ghost swordsman Ou Yezi? Ou Yezi is known as the ancestor of star martial arts. Any weapon can be transformed into magic in his hands. He is a god-level idol of all founders. However, such great star names can only be seen for thousands of years, and they can only appear in the central star field.

It is not an exaggeration to describe an alien domain like the Tai Mars Domain. Everyone was very excited when they heard Mr. Ding that there was Ou Yezi. However, someone immediately calmed down. "Even if it was Ou Yezi's news, Mr. Ding, you don't have to use the underworld stone to test us? This mistake will be doomed."

"Is it worth it? You think it's okay." Old Ding's face did not change and sat upright.

Everyone looked at each other.

Perhaps it was really not worth taking this risk, so many founders retreated in disappointment.

"If I pass this test, can I ask for other information?" Chen Mo suddenly said.

The disappointed casters looked at him in surprise, with a slight disdain on their faces.

"Young man, don't you think you can really pass, do you?"

"I advise you not to show off your strength. With your experience, it is impossible to pass the test."

"Now young people are really newborn calfs who are not afraid of tigers. They are still too young and don't know the consequences."

Everyone was sarcastic and didn't believe that Chen Mo had such ability at all.

Chen Mo frowned and just stared at the old man.

Mr. Ding was also a little surprised. He thought that a young caster like Chen Mo would definitely retreat, but he did not expect that he would make such a request confidently. "Of course, as long as you pass the test, you can tell you the news that Zhujian Villa knows."

Chen Mo nodded and walked to the box. "Then I'll try it."

"Brother Shi Jin, you can figure it out clearly. That dark stone is not a joke." The fat man opened his mouth.

"Um."

The ore of the Netherworld Stone belongs to the "yin" and this yin and cold force can penetrate the bone marrow and reach the nerves. Only the founders who have practiced the "dan fire" can control it. However, it is not as terrifying as rumors that the arms will be destroyed as soon as they come into contact. Experienced founders can feel the yin and cold feeling of the Netherworld Stone.

Although Chen Mo did not have much experience, there was a clear statement in the casting scriptures, and he had practiced the divine fire like Shenli Cinnabar, so he was more sensitive to Yin genus.

After putting his hand in the sealed iron box, Chen Mo immediately felt a chill like a thread pulling.

"This kid is crazy."

"Is he relied on anything?"

Everyone stared at him.

Chen Mo's heart moved, wandered in the cold, grabbed a stone, paused, and said calmly: "Black gold and black iron are added with pore sand." After that, he stretched out his hand and saw that he was holding a black stone in his hand, which looked like gold but not gold, with some spiritual energy, which was the black gold and black iron.

"Young man, it's not bad! I don't know where to learn?" Old Ding was surprised. He thought that Chen Mo would definitely not be able to get through this level, but he didn't expect that he could find out the materials so quickly, and even tell the spiritual sand added when forging materials. This surprised him so much.

"I thought about it myself, there is no sect." Chen Mo said.

"Excellent, I didn't expect that the Great Dynasty would have a founder like you. Young man, what's your name?" Old Ding said in admiration.

"Stone Gold."

"Are you interested in joining the Sword Casting Villa? You can guarantee that you can become an intermediate caster within three years." Old Ding smiled slightly.

"There are still many places to see below. I don't have this plan yet. Thank you Mr. Ding for your kindness." Chen Mo politely refused.

Mr. Ding smiled: "It is best for young people to walk more often, but I said this. If I am interested, I can come to Xizhou Daqiwan to find me at any time."

"Thank you."

There are 30 to 40-year-old casting masters around me, so there is nothing wrong with it. This guy can actually get the invitation from Mr. Ding. Even if they are the casting masters who do it, it will be difficult for them to get the qualification.

"Hmph, I can do it too."

A founder of twenty-five or sixty was dissatisfied and walked to the box shamelessly. He couldn't stand that he would lose to a boy who was still stinky. The young man smiled coldly and reached out to grab the box.

Chen Momo shook his head, he would definitely not have a good ending if he was so impulsive.

really.

The young man's face suddenly changed, his face was ashamed. He screamed with an awkward scream and threw out his hand. A black stone ball flew out. When Old Ding saw it, he leaned his finger and blew out a gust of air to cover the black ball.

It is the Netherworld Ball.

"Save me, Mr. Ding." The young man fell to the ground and rolled, screaming, his whole arm was swallowed by black gas, and his muscles turned black.

"Brother Yu is also the leader of our founder generation, why are he so impulsive?" Old Ding sighed slightly, which was quite a pity. It was obvious that the young man had a great talent. He waved his hand and carried the young man out of two times.

Dong.

The Netherworld Ball fell into the box again.

As if nothing had happened before, Mr. Ding said lightly: "Who else would like to give it a try?"

Seeing the miserable situation of Yu Qingneng, all the casters changed their colors and lost their courage. Most of them smiled embarrassedly and retreated respectfully. Looking at Chen Mo's eyes, they were unwilling and jealous. The few casters who stayed behind have been focusing on casting for decades and believe that they still have this confidence.

A few hours later, more than a dozen founders, including Chen Mo, attended the banquet. Chen Mo found that the fat man was among them, but the fat man had not been tested, but others were not surprised by his appearance.

After seating.

Fruit and melons and fruits are all present.

The first exchange banquet was the display. All the founders took out their most proud casting works and were viewed by Mr. Ding. Although Mr. Ding was not a founder, he also had a certain status in the Sword Casting Villa. He was in charge of one of the affairs of great artifacts and had a very high level of appreciation for weapons.

"My golden wire big ring knife was made of Luoyang gold and added lead sand wire, which was at level 6." A man took out a linked sword with an aggressive tone.

When he introduced, he looked at Chen Mo proudly.

In previous tests, this young man may have been of some level, but that can only be considered lucky. The real strength of the founder depends on the weapons he cast himself. Although this big knife is a very common weapon in the astral world, the interlocking knife eye does show the founder's exquisiteness.

Mr. Ding liked it.

Others were inspired and produced their proud works.

Swords, sticks, forks, axes, hammers, and halberds, and weapons are almost mainstream. Everyone praised them at the same time, which was very harmonious.

Finally, the founders present all their eyes fell on Chen Mo.

On the field, he was the only one who was unmoved and did not show any interest in the weapons created by the junior founder.

"Why, Young Master Shi Jin doesn't take out his own works?"

"Can't you actually create it?"

"It's understandable. After all, you are too young. It's the most important thing to have theoretical experience. Don't learn from Zhao Kuo to talk about it on paper."

"Master Gang, what you said is wrong. Zhao Kuo's talk on paper is very powerful."

"Ha ha ha ha."

Several people burst into laughter. They were all immersed in their lives to make a living, and finally reached their current level. Now, seeing a boy of sixteen or seventeen sitting with him, I thought it was very dissatisfied.

Seeing that Chen Mo could not produce the casting works, everyone took the opportunity to attack and vent their dissatisfaction.

"You guys know nothing. Brother Shi Jin is very young, and he has the capital to create something like you." The fat man cursed, and the founders smiled embarrassedly.

"So that's the case."

"There is something underneath, and I want to ask Senior Ding to try it." Chen Mo finally spoke.

"Oh?" Old Ding raised his eyebrows.

"Senior Ding's cultivation level is unknown now." Chen Mo asked.

"Three Flowers on the Top·late the Divine Flower Realm late stage." Old Ding smiled.

Chen Mo smiled and said, "It's probably easy for Senior Ding to kill him with one palm."

"It's almost the same." Old Ding nodded. He saw that Chen Mo had not reached the level of the top three flowers, but the Qi and Blood Warrior could not withstand his palm.

"Then please ask senior to use a palm to hit him. I want to try it." As soon as Chen Mo said this, everyone was shuddered and dumbfounded.

"You're crazy."

"Let the warrior of the Divine Flower Realm hit you with a palm?"

"It's too overestimated."

Old Ding vaguely understood, "Okay, I'll try it." The old man didn't use all his strength, and he breathed in his breath, and his breath spread to his arms.

Everyone looked at Chen Mo with a sneer and seemed to be looking at a dead person. He asked Sanhua to try his hand, but this kid was afraid that he would be crushed to pieces.

The old man moved.

The palm print fell on Chen Mo's chest, silently and exploded. Chen Mo suddenly felt the pressure crushing the muscles and bones of his body, as if it was broken, and a huge breath penetrated into his body.

What a powerful force.

The strength of the three flowers?

Chen Mo's body tightened and his blood was circulating, and it was so dazzled that it was so shocking.

The clothes on his chest were torn apart, revealing a piece of black scale armor.

"Is this armor?" Everyone was shocked.

Chen Mo rubbed his chest, letting the breath in his chest dissipate, "I'm giving up."

"Is this what you created yourself?" Old Ding said in surprise.

"Well, I was lucky enough to get a piece of skin from a monster." Chen Mo nodded.

Old Ding looked at it carefully for a while and admired it.
To be continued...