In this confrontation, Long Wenmu beat Haoyu unexpectedly and barely tied. However, if you have to say it, just about the weapon, Long Wenmu is worse than Haoyu.

Haoyu is more than one step ahead of He Qinglan in his talent.

During the chat, I learned that Haoyu was one of the outstanding factions of his fellow disciples during the same period. Of course, it is not to say that Haoyu's weapon can be the best in Chenfeng Valley. After all, there are countless factions in Chenfeng Valley, and there are many talented people.

Haoyu discussed some experiences about the weapon control with Long Wenmu. It was not until noon that Haoyu left three Wuwang swords and said goodbye.

Although it only took one morning, Long Wenmu gained a lot.

After noon, he was the only one on the top of the mountain. He went to the foot of the mountain to find some wild fruits to enjoy his mouth, and then found a place to take a nap for a while. When he was full of energy, he continued to practice the control equipment.

This time, he started with four handles. In the confrontation with Haoyu, he always felt that the number of weapons was not enough, and he felt that he had nowhere to use his power and had a few more hands.

He was limited to not having more Wuwang swords before, but now he has three more, so he naturally needs to increase the number. The more he confronts the enemy, the greater the advantage he has.

Of course, it does not mean that the number of people is purely accumulated. If the number increases, it must match your own control ability. Long Wenmu feels that he still has some strength, so it should not be a problem to control a few more hands.

When you say it, you can do it as soon as you say it. When you control the four-armed weapon, the burden on your mind suddenly increased a lot.

After controlling it for half an hour, I gradually became familiar with this feeling.

Long Wenmu estimated that he had not reached his limit, so there should be room for more. His soul power was strong, which was an innate condition that many people could not compare with. Moreover, he was good at using bows and arrows, and his control of arrows had been proficient in making it perfect. Using experience to the control of the weapon made it easier.

After four moves, he added another move, directly increasing it to five moves. By the time the sun sets, the five Wuwang swords can be controlled freely.

The next day, Long Wenmu got up early in the morning, and He Qinglan and Haoyu came here early in the morning.

After seeing that Long Wenmu could control the five Wuwang swords as flexible as his hands and feet, Haoyu was shocked.

He has never seen anyone with high talent in the power of the weapon, but he has never seen anyone who can grow so quickly. A genius? I am afraid that the word "genius" is not an exaggeration to describe him.

Just like yesterday, the two started to compete. After the number of Long Wenmu's weapons increased significantly, they overwhelmed Haoyu from the beginning.

After half an hour of confrontation, Haoyu was obviously a little dissatisfied. Only then did he deeply realize what his junior sister said, the opponent would get stronger and stronger.

When an hour approached, Long Wenmu found the other party's negligence, rushed in with a short sword, and put it on Haoyu's neck in one fell swoop.

Haoyu showed bitterness on his face and raised his hand to admit defeat. Yesterday he had an absolute advantage, but today the situation reversed. He had to accept some things.

They exchanged their experiences again and talked about some strange stories from all over the world.

On the day after Haoyu left, Long Wenmu had already begun to try to control the six Wuwang swords, and his strength was increasing at a very considerable speed.

Since Haoyu's defeat began, I don't know how the news spread in the next few days. People have visited the originally pure hills one after another.

At first, there were only a few people coming, and then later, they came up in groups of three or five. Many people have heard that there was a person from a sect who settled here and learned the art of controlling weapons in the sect, and his talent was amazing.

This set of imperial instruments is owned by Chen Fenggu. After learning it, an outsider has made great progress, which of course has made many people curious. In addition, the noise caused by Long Wenmu in the burial area has led to more and more people wanting to compete with Long Wenmu and wanting to see this legendary person with their own eyes.

Long Wenmu refused to accept these people. Anyway, there is still a long time before the demon soldiers are built, and such a battle is in line with his wishes.

On the thirteenth day of Long Wenmu on this mountain, more than ten people gathered around the mountain, and more than a dozen streams of light flew back and forth in the middle of the site.

Long Wenmu sat on the bluestone, and the person opposite stood with his hands more than ten feet away. Although this person's cultivation is not very high, his strength in the control weapon is not weak. With the cultivation of the middle-grade Heavenly Demon Master, he can control five flying swords. Long Wenmu controls six handles, and they are having a lot of fun fighting with each other.

When the battle ended, it ended with Long Wenmu's two Wuwang swords breaking through the opponent's defense.

The other party raised his hand to admit defeat, put down a jar of fine wine, and clasped his fists: "I'll understand."

The pure competition is too boring. In the competition, everyone will default to adding some bets and other things. Of course, it will not be anything too valuable, such as fine wine, sweet spiritual fruits, herbs, or elixirs with low grades, and so on.

Long Wenmu sat on the bluestone every time he competed, and he became the champion here, and the others were challengers.

After a fight, someone next to him came up and clasped his fists and put down two green vines: "Nine Immortal Vine, this is what I picked in the mountains a few days ago. It has no other function. It is just added to the medicinal food. Its delicious taste is better than that of the imperial meal in the Heavenly Palace. I bet on this thing, and Brother Long will compete with me after a while!"

"Okay!" Long Wenmu agreed readily, took out two bottles of elixirs and placed them next to him.

After a moment of rest, the fierce battle started again...

On the 16th day after Long Wenmu arrived at the mountain, more and more people on the small mountain were on it. There were fierce confrontations in the field, and there were at least 30 or 40 people gathered around. Long Wenmu's name was spread in the dusty valley at a speed that was not inferior to his growth. The number of people who knew his name increased day by day.

More than ten channels of flowing light collided in the field, and the opponent's weapons were very strong, with as many as seven. On the other side, Long Wenmu also faced them with seven flying swords.

After adapting to the six-path control weapon, he was still not satisfied. When the other party bet with him two days ago, he took the opportunity to get another Wuwang sword. Now he has added another one, and he has already been able to control the weapon as many as seven-path control weapon...

On the 18th, there were more than fifty people watching on the mountain.

In the center of the field, Long Wenmu Xinnian controlled eight flying swords torture the opponent to death. There were cheers around him.

The opponent is a half-step practitioner of Taoism. In order to compete fairly with Long Wenmu, he specially suppressed his strength within the scope of the Heavenly Demon Master. As a result, he was suppressed from the beginning of the confrontation. He was defeated in less than half an hour.

There was a sigh around, which made the half-step practitioner want to find a crack in the ground to get into it.

After all, Chenfenggu is a sect that specializes in casting weapons. In fact, most people just regard the weapons as an auxiliary means and have not studied them too much. Most of the people who come to challenge Long Wenmu just want to join in the fun.

Of course, it is not that everyone cannot bear the abuse, but there are still some tough characters that have caused Long Wenmu to suffer a lot.

On the 20th, Long Wenmu can now control the nine Wuwang swords. Nine streams of lights followed him like chasing stars and chasing the moon, dazzling people's eyes.

There are hundreds of people on this mountain now. Both men and women are very lively.

I don’t know who proposed it, so I specially set up several rings here. People with powerful weapons will be the champion, and others will take turns to challenge them.

Sometimes Long Wenmu can sit in a challenged position, but sometimes he is driven out.

During the day, we communicate with friends through martial arts, barbecue meat at night, eat and drink with bonfires. The female disciples who are good at singing and dancing can also play music, singing and dancing, and the atmosphere is harmonious and satisfying.

I think when Long Wenmu just came, there were few remote people here. Now, this place has almost become the most lively place in the Dust Valley.

Not only did the disciples come here often, but after the news came, even the elders and deacons from the Cangxing Realm often participated.

When the wine was so good that an old man with a rosy face pulled Long Wenmu and refused to let go.

This man is a deacon in the sect and has the cultivation level of the Cangxing realm.

"The boy named Long asked me to tell you that you should join us Chenfenggu. You have such a high understanding, it would be a pity if you don't learn to cast weapons!"

The other party was drunk and had no cultivation to dispel the alcohol. He had long been drunk.

"That's right, Junior Brother Long should have joined our Chenfeng Valley long ago." Someone started to cheer.

"How can I cast a weapon?" Long Wenmu's head shook into a rattle.

The other party slapped his back vigorously and almost slapped his back.

"I won't be afraid of anything. I'll learn it. At worst, I'll teach you!"

The old man refused to give in, and there were also cheers and arousals beside him. Someone else actually brought out an anvil and a hammer.

Long Wenmu was surrounded by everyone and pushed the ducks in front of the anvil like they were driven on the shelves.

The old man pointed to the Wuwang Sword and said: "Seeing that you are so good at controlling weapons, let's start teaching you with the Wuwang Sword."

Long Wenmu said, "Don't Chen Fenggu teach the art of casting tools casually?" Now the atmosphere is in a hurry, and even the rules are ignored.

The old man was drunk and was so happy that he didn't care about so much. He grabbed the hammer and set an example for Long Wenmu first.

The hammer was almost two big, and the weight was obvious, but the old man waved it as if nothing was insignificant.

Take out a few pieces of fine iron, start fire with your palm and burn it red. The hammer is like flying, and smash it with one slapped.

Each hammer is full of power, with air waves and sparks splashing everywhere, and both spirit and form are both terrified. Long Wenmu is frightened.

The hammer looks messy at first glance, but it is still regular when you look closely. Sometimes it is fast and sometimes slow. The hammer is dropped eighty times in one breath.

The old man took a breath, raised the hammer, and then dropped the hammer for eighty moments. The iron block was already in the shape of a sword.

Continue to do it, and another eighty-one hammer, it has become like a Wuwang sword.

He took out a monster inner elixir and placed it on it, and continued eighty-one hammers. While the inner elixir was broken, his spirituality was also knocked in. The spiritual energy from Wuwang's sword gushed out, as if he had come alive.

The old man stopped, his face filled with drunken redness.

"What I used just now is called the nine-nine return hammer method. Eighty-one hammers are clean iron, eighty-one hammers are returned to the embryo, eighty-one hammers are given shape, and eighty-one hammers are injected into spirit. After the display is performed, the objects are made of their own."

The old man laughed, regardless of Long Wenmu's opposition, and tucked the magic tricks into Long Wenmu's head with a little bit on Long Wenmu's forehead. At the same time, it also had the characteristics of most commonly used iron stones and forging methods.

There was a lot of information, and it was forced to send it to Long Wenmu without any lightness or heavyness, which made Long Wenmu's head buzzing and had a headache for a long time.

Before he could recover, he was pushed to the anvil. A group of people surrounded him and insisted on calling one to take a look.

Long Wenmu had no choice but to pick up the hammer, feeling that the hammer was so heavy that it could hardly be lifted.

Recalling the trick, to cast a weapon, you must first use the firepower. Either use the natural fire or create the fire by yourself.

Long Wenmu has refined Luoyang Tianhuo before, and Luoyang Tianhuo can still be used after being integrated into the field.

He made a fire with his palm, burned the iron red with flames, and took the hammer as the method in his head, knocking it with a clang. After knocking eighty-one hammers, he looked down and found that the iron block turned into a bumpy iron discus, like a pancake that had been gnawed by a mouse.
Chapter completed!