Douluo's Mistake

When Mo Xie brought the dying Huan Yu to Shen Yeyan, he and Tang San had already separated, and they had sorted out their moods. They looked no different from usual, but the look between their eyes was still different.

"Master?" Mo Xie looked tentative, probably expressing doubts about Shen Yeyan's question just now.

Shen Yeyan looked away silently: "No, it's nothing."

Although he felt strange, Mo Xie did not ask further: "Master, this Huan Yu..."

Putting his eyes on Huan Yu, Shen Yeyan found that it was really miserable.

Except for the wounds when he was chased/killed by the ten-thousand-year-old phantom, there were countless sword wounds on both the abdomen and limbs, some of which were so deep that the bones were visible. The whole hunk fell to the ground, and it was already breathing more out and less in.

Also, because of the pursuit/killing of Ten Thousand Years Huanyun, I finally reached the boundary stone and thought I could escape. But in the blink of an eye, I ran into Shen Yeyan and the others, and why I still couldn't escape the fate of death.

Huan Yu's weakness was in his heart. Shen Yeyan stepped forward, took out a long sword from Han Ling, and ended its life neatly.

But after passing through Huan Yu's body, the long sword was still unstained with blood. It was obviously an excellent weapon.

Withdrawing the long sword, he saw Huan Yu slowly dying, and a purple and black soul ring above its body gradually condensed.

Tang San was still hesitant: "Senior brother, do you really want to absorb this spirit ring?"

Shen Yeyan lowered his eyes slightly: "Don't you believe me?"

"..." Tang San was stunned, then smiled helplessly, "Senior brother, I'm worried about you."

The corner of his mouth curled up, and Shen Yeyan shook his head at Tang San: "Don't worry, it's okay, I know it well."

Tang San nodded, but his clenched fists revealed his nervousness.

Unexpectedly, Shen Yeyan's process of absorbing the soul ring was easy. Only one hour passed before Shen Yeyan completed the absorption of the fourth soul ring.

It couldn't be called easy, but it was definitely not as difficult as Tang San imagined.

At this time, the sky was already a little dark.

Shen Yeyan opened his eyes, and for a moment, Tang San seemed to see the stars in the sky in those watery eyes, but the next moment, the starlight disappeared, making him couldn't help but wonder if he had seen it wrong.

Shen Yeyan stood up and smiled at Tang San: "I told you, I'll be fine."

Tang San smiled and nodded. Although he still couldn't accept what he encountered today, if it was his senior brother, those things and reasons seemed not so important.

"Hey, mistress." Shen Yeyan smiled slightly and his eyes became serious, "Please help me keep this matter a secret."

Tang San shook his head: "Senior brother, there is no need to be so polite. I will definitely keep everything secret."

In fact, even if Shen Yeyan didn't say this, Tang San wouldn't say it. He knew what to say and what not to say. As long as a little bit of news about such a shocking and unconventional thing was released, the impact on Shen Yeyan would definitely be unfavorable. most.

After all, the mainland has never seen a 16-year-old soul sect capable of absorbing a soul ring that is more than 8000 years old.

Shen Yeyan breathed a sigh of relief and waved to Mo Xie beside him, telling him to hide in the darkness: "Okay, we have obtained the soul ring, it's time for us to return to Shrek."

As soon as he mentioned this, Tang San suddenly became curious: "Senior brother, what is your fourth soul skill?"

"Talking as we walk along the road."

While rushing on the road, Shen Yeyan gave Tang San a brief introduction to his fourth soul skill - Void Star Stream.

This soul skill is different from his first three soul skills. Not only can the target be varied, but there are also multiple condensed arrows. The number will increase as Shen Yeyan's soul power grows. It is currently twelve.

It is not difficult to guess based on Huan Yu's spikes that his arrows must be translucent. Only one or two of them are real arrows, and the rest are illusions, which are determined according to the output of soul power. And this It can also be changed back and forth between true and false, and the number can also increase with the growth of soul power.

The Void Star Stream also inherits the characteristics of the phantom. As the arrows are shot/out, there is also a certain range of illusions attached to them, which is not enough to hurt the opponent, but it can distort the visual space a little to allow the real arrows to hit the target. It can be done.

Of course, Shen Yeyan didn't need to explain the effect of the arrow's hit.

After all, it was a soul ring dropped by a phantom that was more than 8000 years old, so its power should not be underestimated.

Although he was fully prepared mentally, Tang San couldn't help but secretly cursed him as a pervert.

The two of them didn't stop any longer and sped up in the direction of the academy.

What to do with the remaining two months, Tang San had already thought about it on the way back.

The stove he bought from the blacksmith shop last time had already been delivered to Shrek Academy. Before going to the Star Dou Forest with his senior brother, he specially ordered a batch of metals. The income from the fighting spirit was enough for him to buy some high-quality metals.

Coupled with the metal he bought last time, he planned to add some armed strength to himself within the next two months.At the same time, strengthen the practice of concealed weapon techniques.

Insufficient internal strength prevented many of Tang Sect's exquisite inner sect hidden weapons from exerting their power. Therefore, Tang San still had to work hard on the mechanical hidden weapons that he was best at.

Although Shrek Academy was simple, it was still quite a big place, and there were not many teachers and students. When the stoves arrived, Tang San asked Flanders for a vacant room to use.

Of course, the rent cannot be reduced.

It was at noon of the second day when they returned to Shrek Academy that they welcomed Master Ben and others who were concerned about and asked about their harvest in the Star Dou Forest. Shen Yeyan and Tang San had a tacit understanding and went through the process of obtaining the soul ring. , used Shen Yeyan's fourth soul skill to divert everyone's attention.

This method obviously worked well. Ma Hongjun, who was the first to ask the question, just said he was not a human being. Everyone else was stunned for a while. Even the master didn't know what to say.

After having lunch with everyone, Tang San only said hello and went directly to a house in Shrek Academy.

The construction of the house is very simple, made of rocks. Although it is not very regular, it is very strong and durable.This is the most common construction method used by ordinary civilians.

The room is not big, nearly thirty square meters.

Foundry furnaces, calcining furnaces, anvils for hammering, and casting hammers are all available.Just because they haven't been used for a while, they are a little rusty.

In a corner of the house, there are still a large amount of charcoal and various pieces of metal piled up, most of which have not undergone any processing.

Tang San simply tidied up the room, and when he held the casting hammer in his hand, a familiar feeling suddenly arose.

Tang Hao still taught him the blacksmithing skills. Although he didn't teach him for too long, that period was the time when Tang San was closest to his father after he was born. He still remembered every word Tang Hao said at that time.

"The divine craftsman is not a blacksmith who uses divine iron to create artifacts, but uses mortal iron to create artifacts."

Tang San murmured in a low voice, repeating his father's words, and started swinging the casting hammer in his hand along with the strength of his calves.

Without any target, with the whistling wind, the casting hammer danced with Tang San's hands in this room. Each hammer was filled with internal energy. The half-turn of the body and the connection between each hammer were all just right. .

The changes in his internal strength and body made Tang San even more skillful when he used the cloak hammer technique again. He kept swinging the hammer for a full ninety-nine times before Tang San stopped, his clothes all over his body were soaked with sweat.

Tang San put the casting hammer in front of him, and the scene when he was in Tang Clan and learning to cast memories with Tang Hao kept popping up in his mind, and he couldn't help but have mixed feelings for a while.

Being 13 years old means that I have been in this world for 13 years.

In this new world, he got many things that he had never had before.

Family affection, friendship, even... love that has not yet completely sprouted, as well as martial arts and soul skills, all of these have been completely integrated into his soul.

Tang San's body flashed, and he had arrived at the place where the metal was piled. The casting hammer struck a piece of fine iron with a diameter of more than half a meter. The fine iron suddenly shook slightly and tilted slightly. He reached out with his toes in time, and with a slight lift, the piece of fine iron was shaken slightly. He had already picked up nearly a hundred kilograms of fine iron.

My left hand reached out and inserted the fine iron into my grasp. Tang Sect, a brand that can never be forgotten, I will definitely let you shine in this new world.

The fine iron was placed on the casting furnace, and Tang San skillfully stacked the charcoal, lit it, and blew the bellows.

Full of rhythm, the powerful sound of bellows began to echo in the stone house.In just a moment, a red flame burst out, and the casting furnace began to resume its function.

Tang San never forgot his father's words, and he also understood why his father said that using mortal iron to cast artifacts is the meaning of a true master craftsman.

That is not just skill, but more importantly, firm perseverance.

No matter how ordinary iron is, if it is forged tens of thousands of times, it will become the king of irons.

The Tang Sect has extremely strict requirements on the hidden weapons it manufactures. As a leader in the manufacture of mechanical hidden weapons, Tang San has even stricter requirements on his own works. He will never let the quality of hidden weapons lead to a crisis. On oneself.

Fine iron burns red, like an extremely huge ruby. Only when it is completely red can the impurities contained in it be seen.

The casting hammer jumped into Tang San's hand, and its dance began. The percussion full of rhythm and rhythm floated out from the stone house.

From this day on, except for eating, Tang San didn't even go back to his dormitory to sleep, and kept repeating the casting process every day.

When he was tired, he sat down to practice his soul power. As soon as he regained his energy, he continued his work.

No one knew exactly what Tang San was making, not even the Grandmaster, but the Grandmaster had never gone to that room to look for him. That was complete trust.

The master believed that Tang San would never neglect his cultivation because of casting.

The only person who had ever entered the casting room was Shen Yeyan.

In fact, he originally wanted to give this task to Xiao Wu, but Xiao Wu strongly refused. Ma Hongjun also repeatedly emphasized that it was most appropriate for him to go by himself.

Shen Yeyan: "...???"

Okay.

Shen Yeyan would go to the casting room every day without disturbing Tang San. He just put clean clothes aside, put the water he had prepared and some peeled and cored fruits there, and then quietly exited.

He had never done these things of serving others before, and he didn't feel the humiliation or irritation of serving others. On the contrary, it was a bit novel.

Very rarely, Shen Yeyan would stay inside, either watching Tang San forge or sitting cross-legged to practice, but he never said a word to Tang San.

It's not that he doesn't want to talk to Tang San, it's just that since he met Tang San, he has never seen him spend so much time doing something, and Shen Yeyan doesn't want to disturb him because of himself.

Tang San's body was full of metallic smell, his whole body was the color of iron gray and coke.

Shen Yeyan was not very worried about Tang San's current situation. He knew that this man had always been decisive.

But when he quietly entered the casting room again, he felt a little more at ease when he saw Tang San put on clean clothes and drank up the water and empty fruit plate he sent.

As time passed, the knocking sounds in the casting room only became more intensive.

It starts ringing every day before dawn, and will not stop completely until night completely replaces the skylight.

During this period of time, even when eating in the cafeteria, Tang San seemed taciturn, always in a state of thinking.

Regarding this situation, Dai Mubai also approached the master and Flender, but the master only told Shrek and others not to disturb him.

Shen Yeyan also smiled and told everyone that Tang San knew what was going on.

Come on, you two are not worried, then we have nothing to worry about.

The dark blue gradually replaced the pure black, and in the distance, a golden silk thread gradually revealed a misty brilliance, and dawn came again.

The door of the casting room opened, and a person came out from inside, with disheveled hair, a face of iron gray, and an exposed upper body that was full of stains but full of strong muscles.

It seems that he is stronger than before, and his height seems to have increased a bit. A faint purple light is faintly revealed from his eyes, with a breathtaking feeling.

Looking at the east where the golden thread is gradually expanding, the purple energy in my eyes is getting stronger.

He quietly raised his hands, and as he clenched his fists, the steel-like muscles in his body suddenly tightened, like a cheetah ready to attack.

"49 days, 49 days! I finally succeeded!"

Slowly spreading his palms, a pair of round iron balls appeared in them.

The iron ball in his hand was pitch black, and even under the sunlight, there was no luster.But a cold atmosphere quietly filled the iron ball.

There are sixteen more of the same iron balls in the room behind him. If the other members of the Shrek Eight Monsters knew that during the entire two months, most of his energy was just making these ten. I don’t know how I would feel about eight iron balls.

Tang San pinched the iron ball in his hand and said to himself: "The only thing missing now is poison. I really want to make the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus again, and the unfinished Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle. Unfortunately, this In the world, the limitations of materials are too great after all.”

With a flick of his wrist, two iron balls flew out of the air, one to the left and one to the right, silently.

They drew two strange arcs in the air, and then flew back into Tang San's grasp, spinning around in his palm, but from beginning to end, they never collided with each other.

After cultivating the Purple Demon Eye as usual, Tang San walked back into the casting room.All the metal in the room had disappeared, including the ones Tang San later bought from the blacksmith shop.

His right hand wiped across the table, including the two in his hand, a total of eighteen iron balls disappeared into the 24-bridge moonlit night.

His eyes fell on the only clean chair in the corner of the room, where a pair of clean clothes were placed calmly.

That was sent by Shen Yeyan yesterday.

Looking at them, Tang San couldn't help but reveal a trace of unconcealable tenderness in his eyes.

Remembering that Shen Yeyan rarely stayed yesterday and didn't practice, he just leaned against the stone wall and looked at him for a long time before leaving, his eyes became more gentle.

His senior brother always knew what to do when and had enough trust in himself. How could he not love Shen Yeyan like this?