Douluo Zhibo Madara

Ding Ding!Dangdang!

Madara was leaning against a tree, holding a grass sapling in his mouth, looking boredly at the cave where the clanking noises had been coming from time to time for several days and nights.

That was Tang Hao and Tang San who were forging a brand new scythe for him. Madara's future battles would involve life and death fights with Titled Douluo-level characters, and weak weapons would not do.

That's why Tang Hao worked so hard, and even roped in specially trained Tang San to jointly create this work that can be said to be a painstaking work.

"Come in!" I don't know how long it took, but Tang Hao's voice was like a muffled thunder blast, coming from the cave and appearing in Madara's ears.

Madara immediately jumped up like a carp and couldn't wait to walk towards the cave.

As soon as he entered the cave, Madara felt a rush of heat, which was much higher than the cool and quiet jungle outside. The occasional flash of magma-like red from a huge blacksmith's furnace looked incomparably brighter. Dazzling.

"I'm just waiting for you! Your piece of divine iron has been melted by me, so that you can fully unleash its potential!" Tang Hao looked at Ban Lai's muscular upper body, taking a mouthful of cold water and letting out a comfortable groan: "Cool!"

Tang San's face was also flushed by the reflection, and beads of sweat as big as soybeans kept dripping down his cheeks and from his chin, but his expression looked like he was enjoying it.

This is what the mistress is really interested in!

Seeing this scene, Madara thought of when they were in the Holy Soul Village when they were children, Xiaosan talked about his ambition to become a master craftsman.

"Do you need me to do anything?" Madara asked very consciously, his eyes never leaving the furnace.

"I will pour it into the prepared mold in a moment! All you need to do is drop your own blood into it!" Tang Hao handed the kettle to Tang San, and then said.

"No problem!" Madara didn't ask too much. He also knew that some legends about divine weapons in previous lives did require blood, and even required human sacrifice.

"Let's begin!" Tang Hao nodded towards Tang San, and then the furnace slowly opened with the two people's concerted efforts. Molten iron like magma flowed inside, slowly flowing in under the influence of gravity. Among the molds prepared in advance middle.

Madara immediately opened his palm with a kunai, and blood flowed down his fingertips and slowly dripped into the mold, mixing with the molten iron like lava.

What was extremely surprising was that there was no hissing sound when the liquid met the boiling molten iron. Instead, Madara's blood ran smoothly on the unformed sickle as if it were alive. As the blood gradually dripped in, it actually All covering the entire mold.

"Huh!" Madara took a few steps back slightly, his face became a little pale due to excessive blood loss, but his excited expression became more and more obvious.

Madara could feel that his own divine weapon was being gestated, as if he was waiting for the arrival of a partner who could fight with him until death.

Tang Hao easily pinched out the sickle blade that had gradually cooled into shape, and then began to take turns using the random cloak hammer technique with Tang San, using the Clear Sky Hammer to strike hard to change its shape.

Jingle ding ding ding!

For a moment, the sound of gold and iron clashing could be heard throughout the cave, but it was very rhythmic and had a unique charm, as if a rough movement was being played.

"Do you usually hold the sickle with your left hand or your right hand?" Tang Hao, who was breathing heavily while making, wiped the sweat on his forehead and turned to face Madara and asked.

"Is there any difference?" Madara was a little confused and asked shamelessly.

"On the surface they look the same, but in fact they are only tilted at an angle that is invisible to the naked eye, and the feel of the hands is also different!" Tang Hao took the trouble to explain to the blacksmith's idiot spot: "So you are used to being left-handed and right-handed. It can be tailor-made for you!”

"That's it!" Madara showed a look of sudden realization, nodded and said: "I am more accustomed to using the sickle with my left hand!"

Madara usually fights with his left and right bows, but usually holds the scythe with his left hand more often.

This is because he can hold the round fan in his right hand, which makes it easier to resist the opponent's attack on his heart, thereby protecting his vitals.This has been maintained since the beginning of the ninja world, and it has never changed throughout his life.

"Got it!" Tang Hao nodded slightly without caring, but his eyes never left the perfect work he was building.

And Tang San also looked so focused and unified, the expressions of the two of them were surprisingly consistent, as if they were completing something sacred.

As the clanging sounds became increasingly sparse, a ninja tool was created that was as red as jade and had a slightly ferocious shape, like a scythe for harvesting souls in the hand of the God of Death.

"Go and try it!" Tang Hao didn't close his eyes for days and nights, and he no longer half-closed his eyes as he was focused and slightly tired. After saying this to Madara, he went to his bed and lay down to sleep without looking back.

"Xiao San, you should go and rest quickly! I'm here to guard you!" Ban turned to look at Tang San who was also tired, and said with a hint of apology in his eyes.

"Okay then! Brother, how about giving it a try?" Tang San said a little exhausted, his brows also filled with fatigue.

Both of them had gone to rest, and the temperature in the entire cave slowly dropped. Madara reached out and grabbed the handle of the scythe, and a feeling of blood connection was instantly transmitted to his brain.

It’s so comfortable, as if it’s an extension of my own body!

Madara slashed a few times casually, feeling the whimpering evil wind brought up, and couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction.

Buzz!

And this sickle seemed to have a soul, actually humming in agreement with its master, making a pleasant buzzing sound.

"Let me see how strong you are!" Madara smiled with satisfaction, stroking the buzzing sickle like a lover.

In the next few days, Madara used his magical soul power to sort out the almost tangled meridians in Tang Hao's body, making him look much better.

And the blood-red kunai handmade by Tang San that was damaged in the Killing City has also been repaired.

During this repair, Tang San added a lot of rare mineral materials to it, at least it was strong enough to not be broken so easily.

On this ordinary day, Madara was on the cliff watching Tang San who was spinning his hammer in the waterfall, when he suddenly felt that his shadow clone had been released on his own initiative.

In an instant, a vast amount of information returned from the shadow clone to Madara's mind.

"Dugu Bo?" Ban slowly opened his eyes, showing a hint of surprise, and immediately jumped up to say goodbye to Tang Hao and Tang San.

"Brother, I will find you soon!" Although Tangshan had been mentally prepared for his brother to leave, he couldn't be happy at this moment.

"Don't worry! We will still have a long time to be brothers!" Madara patted his shoulder comfortingly, then turned to look at Tang Hao and said: "Old man, let Tang San go there when it's almost time! I'm inside We have already arranged some means!"

"You don't have to say that!" Tang Hao snorted coldly and stopped talking. He seemed unhappy and only cared about his younger brother. Don't you know there is an old man here as well?

"Old man, take care of yourself, don't get angry so easily!" Ban didn't pay attention, as if he had seen through Tang Hao's heart and smiled slightly.

As soon as Madara finished speaking, a huge space distortion swept him in.