A big stick sweeps across the wilderness

Fang Yuan and Jiang Yu were just competing.

No weapons were used.

It would be too bullying to use weapons.

Jiang Yu controlled his strength at the same level as Fang Yuan.

The two sides fought back and forth.

Fang Yuan's fighting style also surprised Jiang Yu.

His style of play used to be very open and easy, but now it's cunning and weird everywhere.

There are even many radical moves that harm both sides.

In the unexpected situation, even Jiang Yu suffered a small loss.

"Hahaha, are you scared?" Fang Yuan used the reaction force of the flame explosion to punch Jiang Yu on the chin.

Jiang Yu rubbed his chin: "Well, it is indeed interesting."

Just as he was about to continue, Fang Yuan suddenly waved his hand. He said in a waning tone, "I won't fight anymore. It's boring to tie my hands and feet."

Jiang Yu glared at him dumbfounded: "You kid just stopped after taking advantage, right? It's getting more and more slippery!"

Fang Yuan raised an eyebrow and lowered his voice and said, "Save me some face in front of my little brother."

After saying that, he handed the long knife to Jiang Yu.

This knife was still forged in the White Thorn tribe. Later, he was reforged by Jiang Yu.

Carrying Fang Yuan’s past and concerns.

Although he regarded it as a treasure, many hidden injuries were inevitable due to repeated battles.

If you continue to use it, it will break sooner or later.

Jiang Yu flicked the blade with his fingers and closed his eyes to listen.

After a moment, he looked at Fang Yuan with a smile: "What are your requirements?"

Fang Yuan thought for a moment: "It's a little too light. Help me add some weight."

He knew that Jiang Yu was not a professional blacksmith, so he didn't make any excessive demands.

Just be durable.

Jiang Yu looked at the long knife carefully for a while and nodded slightly: "Start the stove and make a fire!"

After that, he took out all the forging tools.

Fang Yuan geared up and said with great enthusiasm: "Okay!"

The furnace was instantly filled with rose-red flames.

This scene is so nostalgic.

Since Fang Yuan left, the fire has not been lit again.

Jiang Yu took out a dozen pieces of metal of different sizes. A handful of clay is also extracted from the soil beneath your feet.

He also cut off an iron spear and forged it into iron bars.

Just like when casting a meteorite rod, create a "heart" for the weapon.

"Blood!"

Fang Yuan had already seen Jiang Yu's intention. Listening to him speak, two drops of blood essence popped out without hesitation.

Accompanied by a light "chichi" sound. Blood boils and steams on the inscription.

It exudes a fishy-sweet smell.

Jiang Yu then threw other materials into the furnace.

He hadn't forged a weapon in a long time.

But witnessing the iron rod overcome the disaster was a great inspiration to him.

He had just fought against Fang Yuan, and he was mentally evaluating Fang Yuan's strength and fighting habits.

Keep making small adjustments.

The heavy blacksmith's hammer kept flying, sometimes as heavy as a thousand pounds, sometimes as light as a feather.

The weapons in the yard have long been divided up by everyone.

They stood outside the courtyard and watched while stroking the weapons in their hands.

Watching Jiang Yu and Fang Yuan work together to forge iron is a complete pleasure.

The tinkling sound is continuous, like a soul-stirring piece of music.

Xiao Tao's expression darkened.

She originally instigated the relationship between Jiang Yu and Fang Yuan. Firstly, it is a racial stance, and secondly, it also has the evil intention of playing with people's hearts.

Those who play with emotions will eventually fall into it.

Regret?

maybe……

If she hadn't done this before, or she had never met Fang Yuan.

It should be a different situation now, right?

Unfortunately, there are not so many ifs in the world...

"Bah!"

The weak water instantly enveloped the red blade, completing the final quenching.

Fang Yuan put away the flame.

Ignoring the stinky sweat all over, I stared at the bright silver water.

Jiang Yu also saw sweat on his forehead and summoned a handful of water to wash his face.

"How is it?" Han Xinshuang was impatient. Just as he was about to reach out, Aragaki Ruoxue pulled him back.

Jiang Yu reminded with a smile: "Weak water is poisonous. Don't touch it with your hands!"

Fang Yuan rubbed his hands, feeling itchy: "Then you should take this thing away!"

"Hehe..." Jiang Yu waved his hand to disperse the weak water.

Then everyone saw a long knife that was all gray and had a jagged back.

The blade is also covered with vein-like veins.

ugly!

Ugly!

"You...you give me back my knife!" Fang Yuan was completely anxious: "What kind of crap is this?"

Jiang Yu reached out and took the long knife, and the blade burned instantly.

He waved it casually.

Three "哩铩铩" sounds were heard in succession.

"The sword weighs one hundred and seven kilograms. It can emit high-frequency vibrations. It has an amplifying effect on the power of flames." Jiang Yuduo injected a bit of witchcraft power, and the blade suddenly extended a flame more than three feet long: "I feel it's still... Okay, if you don’t like it, then give it to someone else!”

Fang Yuan's face changed instantly and he snatched the knife away. Like a child protecting a toy: "Hmph! You lost my sword, so I'll make do with this one first. Besides, you used my essence and blood to forge the sword, so others can't use it to exert its power."

Araguan Ruoxue covered her mouth and chuckled: "What a happy couple! Xiao Yuan, give me the knife first. I will sharpen it for you."

Fang Yuan put away the flame on the knife and looked at it carefully in his hand.

The more I look at it, the uglier it becomes.

This feeling of being both disgusted and unable to put it down... so strange!

Jiang Yu took out two sealed jars and handed them over: "One jar is the blood of the gods, and the other is the blood of Asura. The 'hearts' of our weapons have the same inscription. It is estimated that the methods of improving the level are similar."

Fang Yuan was startled: "Can we still level up?"

Jiang Yu shrugged: "The foundation of this knife is poor. The improvement from high-quality to top-quality should be the limit."

The top quality is the top quality, and the top quality is the top quality.

Some of the weapons he threw in the yard were of high quality.

But it is almost impossible to improve further.

Exclusive weapons with room for growth would make countless bosses jealous even if they were placed in the God Realm.

Fang Yuan held the long knife in his arms and gently stroked the blade.

If you look carefully, it doesn't seem that ugly anymore.

"Hey, your daughter is over there. Give me the knife quickly!" Araguan Ruoxue kicked Fang Yuan angrily.

This intimate gesture instantly brought several people back to the past.

"Ah..." Fang Yuan reluctantly handed the knife to Araguan Ruoxue and warned, "Don't be too rude!"

Araguan Ruoxue gave him a white look: "Go and coax your daughter. Can this iron lump support you in your old age?"

Jiang Yu looked at Fang Yuan's body shape: "I'll give you a complete set as a gift. I'll ask Little Chi to contribute some dragon scales later. I'll give you a complete set of armor."

The fire dragon was originally hanging on the eaves to watch the excitement. Unexpectedly, Jiang Yu suddenly offered its scales as a favor. Immediately he became dissatisfied: "Get away! I'll be bald if I keep puckering up!"

"One hundred grains of dragon rice!" Jiang Yu acted quite proudly.

"Deal!", Huo Long was completely spineless in front of Long Mi.

Aren't they just scales?

It will grow back the next time you molt.

Jiang Yu chuckled and said, "But there's not enough spiritual liquid. Let's get credit first!"

The fire dragon rolled his eyes and turned away: "Bah! Why don't you die?"

Imperial City.

The Human Emperor Yu Shun was frowning as he listened to the battle report.

From the perspective of superficial strength, the human race is the strongest force in the world.

Excluding the Human Emperor's own troops, the reinforcements sent by the Chan Sect alone include thirteen heavenly beings, hundreds of transformed gods, and thousands of Nascent Souls.

But there are twelve continents in the world.

All the forces that emerge are enemies of the human race.

If these manpower are allocated to various places, they will immediately become stretched.

Not to mention the locust-like Yaksha, the army of skeletons led by Ying Gou alone gave him a headache.

I thought that gathering thirteen heavenly beings and working with the Xuanyuan Divine Sword would be enough to kill Ying Gou.

As long as you solve it quickly, you can free up your hands to do other things.

But after several confrontations, the results were not ideal.

Ying Gou is like a piece of maltose stuck in your hair.

You can't kill it, you can't fight it, you can't get rid of it.

All the human race's peak combat power is spent here.

Every moment, countless people are slaughtered by Yaksha.

All young and old came to join the army.

Next year's food has become the biggest problem.

A scrawny old man walked slowly into the meeting room. Bowing slightly: "King! There is a holy master from the Western religion who wants to see you."

Yu Shun's mind was filled with Yaksha and Ying Gou, and his heart was irritated: "No!"

The old man hunched over, but did not retreat: "He said there is a way to solve the Yaksha disaster!"

"Huh?" Yu Shun didn't believe such nonsense: "Resolve the disaster of Yaksha? If he has the ability, he can just do it. What do you want to do with me?"

The old man sighed leisurely: "They want to preach in various places in the name of the king."

"What?" Yu Shun slapped the table and stood up suddenly: "Pangu created the sky, and Nuwa created humans. This is the glory engraved in our bones. But that Luo religion insists on fabricating a creation god. I If they are allowed to preach, in a few years, who will still remember their ancestors? Then wouldn’t I become a sinner?"

The old man's expression remained unchanged: "King, we can agree first. Wait until Ying Gou is dealt with, and then deal with them."

Yu Shun hesitated: "What we worship is the dragon totem. The only holy master I respect is the one who taught the Dharma in the dream. Let me think about this matter..."

At this time, a strong female general walked into the room quickly: "King, someone is here to help. They say they can solve the problem of corpse energy."

Yu Shun waved his hand impatiently: "Which sect is he from again? Find a servant to get rid of him. I don't have time to pay attention to these brats."

The female general hesitated for a moment and then explained: "The person's surname is Jiang, and he said he is a descendant of Han Bao."

"Descendants of Hanbao..." Yu Shun felt that the name sounded familiar. I didn't think about it for a moment.

The old man next to him reminded in a low voice: "The goddess who helped the first ancestor defeat the witch clan is the goddess of drought. The first ancestor gave her the surname Jiang. If she is really the descendant of that person, it is best to meet her."

Yu Shun slowly sat back and said in a dull voice: "Pass!"