Stunning beauty

The sun is setting and the sunset glow is like blood, so beautiful.

In the south courtyard, Li Ziye's mood was not beautiful at all.

Being slapped in the face face to face will not make anyone feel better.

In the courtyard, the atmosphere was very awkward.

Ban Bian Yue looked at the two naive guys, one old and one young, in front of him, speechless.

How come these two are like children.

Li Ziye's chest heaved up and down, feeling that his personality had been trampled and insulted!

Humiliation is not terrible, the key is that he can't fight back.

Ah!

The true energy in Li Ziye's body was rising, and he was about to be unable to suppress it.

"Elder Nan Lie, Xiao Ziye's sword is broken, can you fix it for him?"

Ban Bian Yue saw that the little guy in front of him was about to explode, so he hurriedly said.

"Is there any need to repair his broken sword?"

Nan Lie said with a half-smile, "Besides, why did the old man help him repair it, and the old man didn't eat his rice."

"..."

Li Ziye stared at the old man in front of him with eyes burning with flames, and wanted to burn the old man to death.

I have never seen such an angry old man!

In front of the stove, Nan Lie felt someone's burning eyes, and he didn't show weakness, he just stared back.

Just like that, the two of them stared wide-eyed, as if lightning collided and crackled between them.

If eyes can kill, perhaps, the two have killed each other hundreds of times.

Ban Bianyue felt the uncontrollable anger of the two of them, and hurriedly persuaded them to fight, "Elder Nan Lie, there are still a lot of black iron in Xiao Ziye, and they said they want to honor you, but in fact, Xiao Ziye still respects you very much. In order to find more black iron, I deliberately stayed at the bottom of the sea for a long time."

"and also?"

Nan Lie was stunned when he heard the words. After a while, he came back to his senses and seemed to understand something. He sneered and said, "Honor me? If he wants to honor me, he brought it before. I think he wants to keep it for himself." Bar."

"This."

Embarrassment appeared on Li Ziye's face.

was debunked.

This man is so annoying!

He just wanted to keep it for himself and use it for his wife in the future.

"Little Night!"

On the side, Ban Bianyue saw that someone was still thinking wildly, and felt so angry, what time has it been.

Li Ziye came back to his senses and looked at the woman in front of him with a puzzled look on his face.

what happened?

"Tell me, say that your black irons are for honoring Elder Nanlie!" Ban Banyue was so anxious that he was about to go up and beat people.

Li Ziye pouted, no, he kept it for himself.

Ban Bianyue clenched her hands tightly, and a dangerous light flashed in her eyes, can she beat this kid first before talking about things!

Li Ziye cocked his neck and raised his head, seven of them were dissatisfied and eight of them were annoyed.

Neither humble nor overbearing, the true nature of a man!

Stove, fire beating.

The whole body of the old and the young was burning with anger, which was even more dazzling than the stove.

"Elder Nan Lie."

"Little night."

Ban Bian Yue looked at this one, and then at the other one.

"Apologize!"

Nan Lie said.

"do not want!"

Li Ziye will never admit defeat.

"Give me the black iron."

Nan Lie said again.

"no!"

Li Ziye never compromised.

"This old man can help you recast your broken sword."

Nan Lie held his head high, with his nostrils facing the sky, and said arrogantly, "Apologize, and also, I have to give all the black iron to this old man!"

"sorry!"

Li Ziye immediately lowered his head and said with a humble expression.

半边月：“……”

南烈：“……”

After half an hour.

Li Ziye came to the South Courtyard carrying a sack of black iron.

"Fuck, so many?"

Nan Lie was shocked and said, the output of this top on Peach Blossom Island has been three years.

"Son of Destiny."

Li Ziye said proudly, "That's how lucky you are."

"I admire you."

Nan Lie clicked his tongue, "Where's your broken sword?"

"it's here."

Li Ziye hurriedly handed over the broken sword.

Nan Lie took the Broken Sword and frowned.

It's just broken, it's about to shatter into pieces of iron.

"Can it be repaired?"

Li Ziye leaned forward and asked nervously.

"With this old man, there is no option of not being able to."

Nan Lie said lightly, "Give me ten days to make sure that this sword will be restored to its original state, and even stronger than before."

"Really? Elder, breaking your promise is not against the law, but it's embarrassing."

Li Ziye asked suspiciously, why did he feel that the old man was bragging.

"If you don't believe me, pull it down, get out."

Nan Lie was very upset and said, "Don't come within ten days."

"Just go."

Li Ziye raised his head and left the South courtyard without looking back.

"Elder Nanlie, please."

On the side, Ban Bianyue once again saluted respectfully, and immediately followed.

After both left.

in the courtyard.

Nan Lie looked at the broken Chun Jun sword on the stove, his expression condensed slightly.

This sword has obviously experienced too many battles, and it is difficult to bear the burden.

It seems that the little guy's journey to martial arts is not smooth.

Under normal circumstances, how can a young man who is new to martial arts use up a world-famous peerless weapon.

Even an old man who seldom goes out of Peach Blossom Island has heard of Chun Junjian's reputation.

Unexpectedly, such a peerless magic weapon was tossed and broken by the Li family boy.

While thinking, Nan Lie picked up the Chunjun sword and looked at the broken marks and cracks on it, one head and two big.

He seems to be bragging a little too much.

Can this sword still be repaired?

Trouble, if you can't fix this, you will definitely be ridiculed by that kid.

Respect the old?

impossible.

Thinking of this, Nan Lie's expression became more serious, and he felt a little bad.

a day later.

Outside the South Court.

Li Ziye floated over with a plate of fresh fruits, and shouted loudly, "There are still nine days!"

After shouting, Li Ziye took a bite of the peach, turned and left.

"boom!"

In the courtyard, Nan Lie trembled angrily, and the hammer in his hand slammed away.

This kid deserves a beating!

"Nanming True Flame!"

It is difficult for Fanhuo to melt into the material of a magic weapon, Nan Lie no longer hesitated, the whole body was stimulated by the real energy, the four gods roared, and the special kung fu blessing, the true energy turned into the real flame, and the power of Fanhuo was enhanced.

In an instant, the colorless true flame surged and swallowed Chunjun.

The terrifying temperature spread, and the entire south courtyard seemed to be on fire.

"Fuck."

Outside the courtyard, Li Ziye felt it and was taken aback.

The old man zoomed in?

This old man seems to have some skills, not just bragging.

but.

Fuck him.

Li Ziye raised his head and walked away swaggeringly.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

In the south courtyard, Nan Lie was holding a hammer, beating the blade of the sword again and again, sweating profusely.

Sunset Moonrise.

Then the moon sets and the sun rises.

Li Gouzi floated over again with a fruit plate.

"There are still eight days!"

Outside the courtyard, Li Ziye shouted at the top of his voice.

"boom!"

Nan Lie slammed down with a hammer. If it wasn't for the fact that he was still forging a sword, he would have thrown the hammer in his hand on someone's head.

I have never seen such a mess!

"Little Ziye, you didn't practice your sword well, why are you here again?"

Early in the morning, there was no trace of Li Gouzi, Ban Bianyue immediately guessed where someone had gone, and came to arrest him.

Sure enough, one catch one.

"Just go back.

Li Ziye was taken away.

The next day.

"There are still seven days!"

Li Gouzi was more punctual than the alarm clock, standing outside the courtyard with his arms crossed, shouting loudly like a shrew cursing the street.

"boom!"

In the courtyard, in front of the fire, Nan Lie's body trembled, his eyes like copper bells could kill people.

"Little Night!"

Outside the courtyard, Ban Banyue hurriedly arrived and left with someone.

"Six more days!"

"Five more days!"

"Four more days!"

Day after day, someone's beating never changed.

Ban Bianyue was afraid that someone would be beaten to death. For a few days, he got up to block people before dawn. The strange thing was that he couldn't block them every time and was escaped by someone.

Li Gouzi can always come to the south courtyard on time and punctually, with a high-spirited voice.

"Elder Nan Lie is sorry."

I don't know how many times it was to arrest people. Outside the south courtyard, Ban Bian Yue looked at the old man who was forging a sword inside, said apologetically, and then left again with someone.

in the courtyard.

Casting a sword is at a critical moment.

Nan Lie took out three dragon scales, and around Nilin, the three strongest scales were hard to hurt.

In order to repair the cracks on the Chunjun sword, Nan Lie spared no effort to repair the sword with dragon scales.

The blazing true flame burns the scales of the dragon.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Day and night, the indestructible dragon scales finally gradually melted.

At the crack, the melted dragon scales continued to spread and merged into the sword body.

Sweat just broke out on Nan Lie's face, but it was evaporated by the terrifying temperature. Nanming's real flame was immeasurable.

At the same time, in the small courtyard in the distance.

Li Ziye was also sweating profusely practicing sword practice, and when he was serious, he was not as careless as he usually seemed.

It's not easy to block Elder Hong Ni's ten moves.

Li Ziye knew very well that he only had two chances left, if he failed again, he would never get the White Moon God Stone.

This is the only fetish within his reach now, and he must not give it up.

In the small courtyard, the sword was shining brightly, and the sound of the sword was rustling. Li Ziye's sword was improving day by day. Over the past year of martial arts practice, the progress had been visible to the naked eye.

There are only a few geniuses like Mubai, Bai Wangyu, and Sanzang in the world. They are very enviable, but they can't be envied.

Li Ziye is trying to catch up in his own way.

Before the finish line, the outcome is still unknown.

"Shh!"

The sword was like frost, and the sword was cold. Li Ziye held an iron sword, dancing with the wind, the faster the person, the faster the sword.

"My sister will help you."

On the side, Ban Bianyue saw this, said something, and immediately rushed up with a black knife in hand.

Swords clash.

There was a thud, the rest of the energy shook, and the sky was filled with dust and dust.

The sword is fast, the knife is faster, the figures of the two are intertwined, and the sword is intertwined.

The clanging sounds are endless, and the competition of moves is so gorgeous that it makes people dazzled.

"Flying Immortal Art!"

Concentrating on stepping, with two points in his body, Li Ziye's figure was like an illusion, and his speed was extremely fast.

"Double swords want to part with the wind!"

Between the eyes, two figures, one from the left and the other from the right, approached.

"It's not true."

Half of the moon looked at the figures looting from both sides, giving up one, chopping one up.

There was a huge shock, and the swords clashed again.

The afterimage disappeared, and blood spattered.

Li Ziye's hand holding the sword was stained with a tinge of vermilion, his expression was slightly condensed, and he stepped back ten steps away.

"Flying Immortal Art."

Before the move was made, half of the moon's eyes narrowed slightly, and immediately rushed forward.

The sharp knife is like lightning, blocking the opportunity for the young man in front of him to make moves.

Immediately, Li Ziye's offensive was limited, and it was difficult for Feixian Jue to show his edge.

"Flying Immortal Jue, every movement is a combination of body skills and sword skills. Your body skills are fast enough, and your sword skills are also fast enough. Unfortunately, there are obvious flaws in the connection between each formula."

While speaking, Ban Bianyue chopped off the knife in his hand, and with a bang, the young man in front of him was shocked back a few steps again.

"and also."

The situation is dominant, the offensive is continuous, the half of the moon is like a thunder, and the black knife is doing its best.

There was a sudden shock, and Li Ziye's hand holding the sword appeared to be unstable.

"Your sword is not domineering enough!"

In the battle situation, Ban Bianyue showed no mercy in his moves, showing the demeanor of a peerless powerhouse.

Li Ziye retreated again and again, his advantage in speed was completely suppressed by the difference in strength.

"third."

Ban Banyue took five steps back.

Li Ziye saw the opportunity for a moment, and his figure immediately passed by, and in an extremely fast moment, he forcibly counterattacked.

Ban Bian Yue stared at the young man who was approaching at a high speed in front of him, a little stream of light flashed in his eyes, and he swung the knife.

thumping!

When the sword was handed over, the common sword broke at the sound.

"I have seen all the flying immortals you have mastered. If you can't be flexible, the end will be like this."

In the voice of Banbianyue, the broken sword was pierced into the ground, buzzing and trembling.

Before being a true master, Li Ziye, who had already been tempered, seemed so vulnerable.

In the courtyard, Li Ziye stood there in a daze, unable to regain consciousness for a while.

"Aunt Hong's test is that you ask her to block ten moves, and I will give you a reminder that if you can't change the same move flexibly, you will definitely not be able to escape Aunt Hong's eyes."

Ban Bianyue seriously reminded, "There is no perfect move in the world. The Feixian Jue you have mastered is only five moves. Don't try to use the same move to fight Aunt Hong. When you make the move for the second time, your Defeat is doomed, unless you can change your moves and flexibly use all the martial arts you have mastered."

Three steps away, Li Ziye felt turmoil in his heart as he listened to the words of the woman in front of him.

"Little Ziye, change is the way of martial arts. If I guessed correctly, the Fourth Prince of the Great Shang Dynasty and Huo Lin'er of Suzaku Zong should have touched this field."

Ban Bian Yue looked at the young man in front of him, and said softly, "If you want to catch up with them, you have to work harder."

Li Ziye paused slightly, and when he came back to his senses, he clenched his hands tightly, and a look of determination flashed in his eyes.

This time, he will never fall behind!

Just as Li Ziye was fully preparing for the next test.

South Court.

The sword casting has come to the last moment.

After seven consecutive days of sleepless nights, Nan Lie's eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. Coupled with his weed-like hair, he looked a little scary.

The dragon scale melted into the sword, repairing the sword body and filling the cracks.

However, the unity of broken swords is still unsolved.

On this day, a keel appeared in Nan Lie's hand.

Dragon's spine, No.20 with three sections, the only one in the world.

Nanming True Flame burns and trains to temper the bones of the dragon.

The last three days.

Success or failure is here.

It was the first time even Nan Lie, the master caster, attempted to reforge the broken sword.

Two days and two nights.

The two ends of the broken sword are connected to the keel.

"boom!"

The hammer is smashed down, and it is tempered a thousand times.

Thousands of times of tempering, one sound after another, the day of becoming a sword has finally arrived.

The moment when the bright moon falls and the sun rises.

On Peach Blossom Island, which has not yet fully awakened, suddenly, a dragon's roar resounded.

Looming, earth-shattering.

All warriors can hear it.

"It's done!"

Li Ziye, Ban Bianyue and the others were shocked when they felt it.

South Court.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Old man, you are indeed a genius!"

In the courtyard, arrogant and arrogant laughter rang out, deafening.

The moment the sword is completed, the dragon's blood is quenched, and the world-shocking magic weapon bursts out with a shocking aura.

The reappearance of Chun Jun, with blue and red colors flowing, and dragon patterns on the sword body, seems to have life, and the majestic and endless dragon breath seems to be hidden and visible, shocking the world.