The Qingming Sword was in full bloom, and all the veins on Zhu Qing's body were exposed. His giant palms clung tightly to the hilt of the sword, and the mound-like muscles all over his body flashed with a dazzling red light. At this time, he was like a man on fire.
The giant is about to conquer the ancient sword in his palm!
Fortunately, although Zhu Qing's blacksmith shop is dilapidated, the roof is extremely high, a full two feet away. Even if his body has reached an appalling height, he cannot break the roof. Only Liu Qiankun is only 1.7 meters tall.
The standard figure of five is now as tall as a child, barely reaching the knees of the fire giant...
"Hey!" Zhu Qing's eyes widened, and he shouted like thunder. He pressed his hands down heavily, trying to suppress the momentum of the ancient sword in his hands.
Whoosh! How could the Qingming Sword allow him to achieve his wish? After a muffled sound, a stream of earth-spirit energy shot out, like a short green whip that struck Zhu Qing's tiger's mouth hard.
"Ah!" Zhu Qing cried out in pain and released his palms. The ancient sword popped out of his hands, drawing a dark blue arc of light in the air and shooting towards Liu Qiankun's face.
Liu Qiankun opened his five fingers and reached out to gently grasp the ancient sword in his palm. The sword trembled slightly and made low sounds. It looked like a coquettish child whispering his dissatisfaction...
Tsk! Zhu Qing's whole body was filled with white air, and his figure plummeted downwards. In the blink of an eye, he turned back to the skinny old man, except that there was no trace of his body, and all the folds on his skin were highlighted.
came out.
Looking at Zhu Qing who looked lonely, Liu Qiankun said with a smile: "The greatest ice craftsman, could it be that he really smashed the furnace made of thousands of years of cold iron?" Looking at this awesome and coaxing craftsman, he was frustrated.
, Liu Qiankun felt very proud.
Zhu Qing's face was expressionless, his eyes fixed on the unattractive ancient sword, and he just stood there naked, like a very professional mannequin!
Phew! Zhu Qing's knees softened and he knelt straight on the ground, saying in a trembling voice: "With the birth of the divine weapon, the Zhu family will finally see the light of day..." His voice was like murmuring in a dream, and two lines of old tears rolled down his face.
Liu Qiankun was completely stunned. He didn't expect that the arrogant master craftsman was kneeling in front of him like an ignorant child and bursting into tears. However, this old guy was still naked, without even a fig leaf...
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"Bless the old man... wish the master craftsman... no, uncle Zhu, please get up quickly, aren't you kneeling down to shorten my life, Liu Qiankun?" Liu Qiankun hurriedly stepped forward and helped the crying old man up, and said
Hu Tianhai screamed wildly.
After finally helping Zhu Qing to sit down on the wicker chair, Liu Qiankun turned over and took out a set of gown from the ring and handed it to him. Zhu Qing grabbed the gown and wiped it on his face randomly before putting it on.
Despite Zhu Qing's age, his emotions came and went even faster. As soon as the tears on his face were wiped away, his emotions completely returned to normal. However, the previous arrogance had long since disappeared and was replaced by a heartfelt feeling.
Respect and expectation.
"Hey! You just chattered a lot and I didn't understand a word of it!" Liu Qiankun finally couldn't help but express his doubts.
Zhu Qing smiled, and the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly. The old master craftsman slowly revealed a secret of his family that was unknown to everyone.
It is said that the Zhu family has been passed down for millions of years. Its ancestors are a pair of twin brothers, the eldest brother Zhu Rong and the younger brother Zhu He. The two brothers are the best in the art of controlling fire and are respected by the world as the Twin Gods of Li Fire.
The two brothers attained enlightenment and ascended to heaven a million years ago, leaving behind the Zhu family.
The Zhu family inherited the bloodline of two great gods, and were born with the magical power of controlling fire. In addition, the supreme magic skills left by the two great gods were very popular even in the cultivation world of strong men such as Lin Shi. I don't know how many powerful people have achieved enlightenment and ascended.
Moreover, it is precisely because of this that the Zhu family is becoming increasingly thin. By the time it was passed down to Zhu Qing's ancestors, there was only one single lineage left. Even the "Lihuo Zhenjue" passed down by the family was incomplete and gradually forgotten by the world of scholars and cultivators.
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Tens of thousands of years ago, the Zhu family passed down an oracle: "The God is imprisoned in the ice field, the true secret is hidden, the divine weapon has no edge, and the Zhu family will be restored to glory!"
The Prisoner's Ice Field is actually not a secret in the Ice Empire. It is located in the ten thousand year glacier to the north of the Ice Palace. The strong men of the Zhu family have gone to the Prisoner's Icefield many times in the past tens of thousands of years to look for it.
, but all of them have gone without return, making the originally thin Vulcan clan even worse. Today, Zhu Qing has become the only one left!
Zhu Qing is obsessed with the art of forging weapons and has become the leading craftsman of the Ice Empire a hundred years ago. He originally wanted to use the few swords he forged to get the opportunity to explore the Ice Field of the Imprisoned God, but he only
In exchange for a plaque of the number one ice craftsman, he sealed the furnace for a hundred years out of frustration.
Over the past hundred years, countless monks and cultivators have come here to ask him to open a furnace to cast weapons. Zhu Qing only put forward one condition: to go to the Prisoner's Icefield to retrieve the "True Secret of Lihuo". Many people responded and left, but as
Huang He disappeared without a trace. A hundred years of waiting had already made him numb. It was only today that his heart, which had been silent for a hundred years, rekindled a burning hope!
After listening to this mythical family story told by Zhu Qing, Liu Qiankun was confused and muttered two words silently in his heart: "Zhu Rong...Vulcan...Zhu Rong..."
"Oh my god!" Liu Qiankun slapped his forehead fiercely and screamed.
The name of Fire God Zhu Rong was like thunder, which made Liu Qiankun's mind roar and even the Qingming Sword in his hand trembled.
Two completely different worlds, yet they seemed to be intricately connected. It was as if a big hand was holding his neck, making it difficult for him to even breathe.
Liu Qiankun's face became gloomy, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. A voice in his mind shouted: "It's impossible, it's just a coincidence. It's like there are hundreds of Liu Qiankun in this other world..."
Looking at Liu Qiankun who was stunned, Zhu Qing seemed a little proud, and the arrogance of a descendant of a god slowly appeared on his face again.
"I, Liu Qiankun, don't care about any of the prison gods' ice fields or bullshit oracles. Anyway, tomorrow I'm going to see you, an old guy, smash this cold iron stove!" Liu Qiankun went crazy in vain, pointing at the man with a springy face.
Zhu Qing cursed loudly.
...Zhu Qing was speechless and was instantly petrified on the spot.
"Huh!" Liu Qiankun groaned and turned around and walked towards the door. At this time, he just wanted to find a place to have a good meal and then have a good sleep and forget all the disturbing coincidences.
"If you want to use the magic weapon to attack, fellow Taoist, you must go to the Prison God Icefield to find out what's going on. If you can retrieve the true secret, I will be very grateful!" Zhu Qing's voice rang in his ears again.
As if he had swallowed a fly, Liu Qiankun turned his head and spit, then walked towards the door without looking back...
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