Martial arts: Stealthy martial arts at the beginning

"What! Duan Suzerain, did you find the wrong person? Monk, how can I forge weapons!"

In a gazebo somewhere, Monk Yiyou looked at Duanlang in disbelief.

He is just a heartless monk, drinking some wine and eating some chicken, how could anyone think of finding his own weapon?

"I don't care if you can forge weapons or not, in short, I just want you to make me two short spears!"

Duanlang ignored Yiyou's words, but directly threatened: "Otherwise I will make your life worse than death!"

He understands that this monk takes hard things but not soft ones, the softer your words are, the more slippery he will be.

Monk Yiyou was stunned, obviously he didn't expect Duanlang to say that.

"Okay! Since Suzerain Duan said so, then monk, I will try?"

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, just as Duan Lang was about to follow up, he unexpectedly slipped away like a water wave.

"I don't know what's good!" Duanlang shook his head, stretched his right hand and grabbed it, and an extremely strong suction force came out from it.

Monk Yiyou paused immediately, and his whole body was retreating towards Duanlang.

"Hey, what's going on?" Monk Yiyou struggled frantically to get rid of this strange suction, but found that the more you struggled, the stronger the suction, like a swamp.

"Swallow it!" Duanlang grabbed Monk Yiyou by the back of his neck, pinched his mouth wide open, and threw a Soul Eater Pill into it.

Wu Wudi, who was standing beside him, frowned. He had eaten one of these things. The feeling was that life was worse than death, and it made people want to commit suicide.

"Cough cough. Vomit." After breaking free, Monk Yiyou coughed and scratched his throat frantically, trying to spit out the unknown thing.

Duan Lang shook his head and smiled, "Don't waste your energy, this pill will melt in your mouth."

Monk Yiyou was taken aback, pointed at Duanlang with a bit of anger and said, "Master Duan, monk really doesn't know how to forge weapons, so you don't need to give me poison, do you?"

"Poison?" Duanlang glanced slightly and worried, and then the devilish energy in his hand radiated.

"what!!!!"

Monk Yiyou suddenly yelled a terrifying scream, then lay on the ground, clutching his head and yelling in pain.

He hurts, he is just a cynical old urchin monk, how can he bear this pain.

"Can you still forge weapons?"

Hearing Duanlang's words, he nodded frantically: "Monk, I'm sure. Yes!"

Seeing that Yiyou was subdued, the demonic energy in Duanlang's hands also dissipated.

"Let's go!"

After Duanlang finished speaking, he led Wu Wudi and the three of them forward.

There should be a Persian swordsman in the forbidden area of ​​Motulanruo Temple, who seems to be Long'er's own father.

But this swordsman is a martial idiot, and Duanlang doesn't plan to save him. This kind of person is actually psychologically sick.

Monk Yiyou rubbed his head after breathing normally, looked at Duanlang with a livid face, and finally followed with a slight sigh.

——Several hours later!

"Worship Sword Villa!"

Looking at the huge manor in front of him, Duan Lang muttered to himself.

More than ten years have passed in a blink of an eye, and he came to this place again.

It's just that this time it's not to grab weapons, but to forge weapons.

"Stop! Who are you?"

Just when several people were about to enter Baijian Villa, they were stopped by someone.

I saw a ten-year-old boy walking over with a haughty face, his eyes revealing the endless dominance in his heart.

"Xuanhuangzong's Duanlang, borrow the sword pool to use."

Duan Lang glanced at him slightly and said calmly.

This young man is no ordinary person, he is the son of Ao Tian, ​​Ao Bai (formerly known as Ao Zheng).

"What!! Are you Duanlang?"

Ao Bai looked at Duan Lang in shock, not sure if this person was real or not!
But looking at Duanlang's blood-haired black robe, he felt somewhat convinced.

"I don't know why the Suzerain borrowed the sword pool?"

"Forge weapons!" Duanlang said calmly.

Seeing that Ao Bai still wanted to speak, his eyes flashed with murderous look and said in a deep voice: "You talk too much, should I borrow it?"

"If you don't borrow this suzerain, you will kill!"

Seeing Duanlang with such a murderous aura, Ao Bai was startled, although he was a little dissatisfied, he still spread his hands and said, "Please"

In the pool of swords, Duanlang put 【Xueyin Knife】on the stone platform, looked at Yiyou and said, "Refine this and cast me two short spears three feet long, the more refined the better?"

Then he took out another jade bottle: "This is blood, it melts into it when it is cast."

Seeing the person on the stone platform, everyone was stunned, this is Xueyin, a magic soldier, and Duanlang actually wants to melt it to cast a short spear!
It seems that the person who uses the short spear is very important to him, otherwise it would not be so troublesome to "hire" someone to cast it.

Seeing that all the materials for Duanlang had been taken out, Yiyou took a look at the Xueyin Knife reluctantly and said, "Sect Master Duan, this is made from the divine stone Bailu. It takes a lot of time to refine it with ordinary fire."

Duan Lang stretched out his hand to hold the [Snow Drinking Knife], and an unknown blue flame burst out from his hand, enveloping the entire blade.

"You only need to be responsible for making the mold, understand?"

He glanced at you with sharp eyes and said in a deep voice, "How long does it take to make a mold?"

This monk is too slippery to give him a good face, otherwise I don't know what tricks he will play.

"It will take about a month for the gun body and tip to reach the most perfect shape."

Monk Yiyou pondered for a moment before speaking.

He can see through it, this Duanlang is not a human being, not to mention the many means, the flame he summoned at random can actually melt the sacred stone, if it is thrown on a human being.

Tsk tsk dare not think!
"Okay, my suzerain will stay here with you for a month!"

Duanlang didn't leave any traces of ink, and injected a bit of [Fire Law] power into the divine stone Bailu, and the originally bright white liquid instantly glowed with a little red light.

"You guys are staring at him here, I'm going out!"

After finishing these tasks, Duanlang ordered Wu Wudi to walk outside.

Naturally, he can't really be idle, guarding the weapon refining of Yiyou Monk here,
"Don't worry, suzerain." Wu Wudi nodded and stood aside with the two children, his tiger eyes fixed on Monk Yiyou.

He doesn't know where Duanlang is going, but he doesn't need to know, anyway, he just needs to do his part well.

Monk Yiyou trembled all over, looked at Wu Wudi helplessly and said, "Monk, I can't run away right here, you don't have to stare at me like that, it's so frightening."

"Hmph!" Wu Wudi snorted coldly and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Xiao Wu and Wu Tianxia are practicing martial arts not far away.

Duan Lang didn't go too far, but came outside the Sword Pond. Since he had to wait for more than a month, he wouldn't go too far.

He stretched his hand forward, and [Langyue Knife] appeared in his hand.

He covered the entire body of the blade with his thoughts, and then the whole person disappeared in place.