The continuous sound of hammers was connected, and at the end, there was a loud roar of swords. In the gradually blue flames, a long sword gradually appeared to form. As Lu Qinghuo Yu Hammer outlined, even the patterns on the hilt of the sword hilt and the blood groove on the sword body were beaten out.

Sixteen hammers and seventeen hammers. In Yan Ruyu's surprise gaze, Lu Qing's eighteen hammer was immediately blasted out. At this moment, slight purple lightning was already everywhere around Lu Qing's body, and even if an ordinary swordsman approached, it would instantly turn into powder.

The fire jade hammer touched the long sword, and the sound of the sword became clearer and crisper. In the end, it was like a jade bead falling from the plate. Although the sound of reminders was light, it spread throughout the Lu Mansion. After the eighteen hammers passed, Lu Qing turned his body and started to hit the first hammer again. During this period, he changed the direction of the hammer from time to time, casting simple patterns on the sword body. These patterns were like green vines on an ancient tree, covering both sides of the sword ridge.

The blades on both sides also showed sharpness. On the blades as thin as hair, there was a tremendous sharpness overflowing, breaking the air around them. Even if they were several feet apart, they could clearly feel it. Although they didn't know how to cast swords, Fu Qingfeng still had some experiences. The technique of using only pounding to open the blades is unheard of. Judging from the blades on both sides, they were enough to blow hair and cut iron like mud.

At this moment, from both sides of the sword, gray smoke rose, and at the same time, it carried the impurities that were shaken out of the beaten away from the casting furnace. As Lu Qing continued to beat, the gray smoke slowly changed color. A faint green light was faintly mixed in the gray smoke, giving everyone a feeling of becoming more and more profound.

"This--" Yan Ruyu was a little shocked. Of course she knew why. The gray smoke was mixed with green energy. It was a change caused by the sword weapon being extremely close to the Qingfan level or about to break through the Qingfan level. In other words, under Lu Qing's fire jade hammer, this sword weapon was just a stable ninth-grade sword weapon, and it was even the best among them.

As time goes by, Lu Qing's movements are getting slower and slower. Every hammer seems to have fallen after careful consideration. This time, the sword casting is also Lu Qing's peak performance in the past four years. Since he has comprehended the 18th hammer of the Thirty-Six Hammers of Dayan, this time it can be regarded as his first official hammer opening.

However, he was not worried. In the past two years, in addition to practicing, he often went to Huang Lao's place. The two of them confirmed the way of making swords. Before the New Year Festival, Huang Lao had officially entered the realm of a ninth-grade swordsman. Although he did not have the profound experience of Huang Lao, he also sighed that he was inferior to that of the thirty-six Hammers of the Dayan.

As the Han Yu Twister rolled, all the swords on both sides were tempered and formed. The light green swords were like the greenest tender branches, and there were also a trace of fine sword patterns on the tender branches. The whole long sword had not yet been quenched, but it had already given Fu Qingfeng an extraordinary feeling.

When his Chunmu sword was first refined, there was a little divine wood iron mixed in it. Although it was very light, Fu Qingfeng, who was close to the sword body, still felt the Chunmu sword trembling faintly. It is said that the sword weapon has a spirit, and that if it can make the Chunmu sword react, it must at least be of the same level as it.

His face gradually became pale. Fu Qingfeng didn't believe from the beginning that Lu Qing would bet on the thousand-year reputation of the Lu family without any certainty. Is this really just a realm that a 16-year-old young man who has just grown up can reach? You know, he is also a sword master who has just advanced! What kind of amazing talent is this, Fu Qingfeng is completely unpredictable.

Fu Qingfeng entered the sword path at the age of nine. Over the past fifty years, except for the masters in the Sword Soul Realm, Lu Qing is one of the few people whom he can't see through. This short contact has shocked him so much.

Fu Qingfeng knew that something was wrong when Lu Qing took the initiative to make a bet. He originally wanted to rely on his strength to force him to get rid of this death situation, but at this time it seemed that he did not have that strength, and his sword was about to be tempered. Fu Qingfeng looked at Fu Yushu, who was also a little nervous next to him, and a trace of misery appeared on his face.

bite--

The fire jade hammer drew an arc of trajectory, bringing a series of fine purple light in the air, hitting the sword tip, smoothing the last edge.

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In everyone's surprised eyes, as the sword tip formed, an invisible sharp aura shot out from the sword tip and hit the inner wall of the Qinghuo Jingjin Furnace.

Buzz —

A thick bell sounded, spreading out a faint sound wave, instantly spreading throughout Chaoyang Town.

Now, after four years, the unique hammer sound rhythm of the Thirty-Six Hammers of Dayan has been heard from the Lu family mansion again, which has made all the villagers of Chaoyang Town extremely happy, and almost everyone's eyes are focused on the Lu family mansion.

The fire jade hammer flipped his hands and hung it on the hook groove on the Qinghuo Jingjin Furnace. Hanyu Twisted up the formed light green sword weapon. Seeing this, a town guard next to him hurriedly lifted the Bihantan water placed aside. As soon as the momentum condensed, the sword weapon sank in.

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A large amount of white smoke rose everywhere, and the rising white smoke surging, slowly gathering into the middle.

At this moment, everyone's expressions became solemn. They stared at the white smoke's movements. After half a cup of tea, the white smoke was completely concentrated in the space of more than a foot on the stone bucket. In an instant, when the white smoke completely converged, it burst out from the middle as if it was under great force. The smoke scattered into countless pure white smoke blocks, nine of which were particularly pure white.

As if he had found a target, the scattered smoke blocks quickly gathered towards the nine white smoke in a blink of an eye, condensed quickly, and slowly appeared in front of everyone. They were nine milky white lotus flowers, with a hint of green flowing light on it, and a layer of light green misty sword energy was faintly covered.

"The Ninth-grade Sword Lotus, this is a ninth-grade sword weapon!" Fu Yushu's face turned pale in an instant. He still knew about this common sense about the sword weapon. At this moment, the nine flowers appeared in the sword lotus, which was obviously a unique vision of the ninth-grade sword weapon. Moreover, looking at the faint blue streaming light on it, I am afraid that it is also the top among the ninth-grade sword weapons.

After a while, the sword lotus dissipated without any force. The sword weapon automatically floated up from the stone bucket and was grabbed by Lu Qing. He looked at the ninth-grade sword weapon carefully. The sword body was three feet and five inches long and about inch wide. The hilt of the sword seemed to be wrapped in green vines, and the fine threads were wrapped around it. The sword hole was like a budding tender branch, extending two inches to both sides, and the end solidified on both sides of the sword blade.

The whole sword is slender and simple, with a rich wood-like aura emitted from the sword body, and the blades are even sharper, and the sharp air flows. Even if the fingers approach, they will be cut into two pieces.

Looking at the top-grade ninth-grade sword weapon in his hand, Lu Qing felt a little happy. Now four years have passed, he has finally regained the name of the Lu family's sword casting. No one has any more gossip when he took out this ninth-grade divine wood sword. As long as he reached the high-grade sword master, he would definitely understand that if it were not limited by casting, this divine wood sword would probably be the first Qingfan-level divine sword born from Lu Qing's hand.

"Nine-grade sword weapon." Yan Ruyu murmured, staring at Lu Qing, "Qing'er, you can finally cast a ninth-grade sword weapon."

Even though Huang Ling'er didn't understand it very much, she felt that her grandmother was extremely uneasy and almost subconsciously. She reached out and held Yan Ruyu's hand tightly. When Huang Ling'er's hand held, Yan Ruyu's undulating chest gradually calmed down, and she turned to smile slightly at Huang Ling'er.

Turning around and looking at Fu Yushu, Lu Qing's eyes were calm and he said, "You lost."

"I lost," Fu Yushu's eyes became a little dull, "I lost." Fu Qingfeng, who was on the side, did not hesitate at all, saw this, and cut his shoulder vein with his palm, knocking him out.

Frowning his eyebrows, Lu Qing looked at Fu Qingfeng.

"Yu Shu is already in a state of confusion," Fu Qingfeng's face showed a hint of distress. He stood up and held Fu Yushu back with his backhand. In Lu Qing's opinion, Fu Qingfeng now has no previous momentum and majesty at all, as if he was an ordinary father. His pityful gaze made Lu Qing's heart throbbing.

Then, as if he had thought of something, Fu Qingfeng looked at Lu Qing, his expression became desolate, but he was extremely firm, and said in a trembling voice: "I know that Yushu's mood is not enough. His jealousy hit Master Lu's family reputation. I am also old. Yushu's future has a long way to go, so I will replace this bet."

Speaking of this, Fu Qingfeng's face no longer had any color, and a deep depressed aura filled his whole body, and he walked towards the Lu family gate.

"Qing'er," Yan Ruyu suddenly spoke.

"mother."

"Let them go," Yan Ruyu sighed, "No one can do anything wrong."

Looking at Yan Ruyu's relieved gaze, after a long time, Lu Qing's aura decreased and turned to look at Fu Qingfeng, "You guys go."

"What--" Fu Qingfeng was a little stunned. At this moment, he did not look like a quasi-master of the previous generation of sword masters. He was becoming more and more like an old man who was drooling in his reaction. Even his reaction became slower.

"Before I changed my mind," Lu Qing's voice turned cold, and he looked at the divine wood sword in his hand, "This divine wood sword is used as a bet."

After looking at Lu Qing deeply, Fu Qingfeng turned around and bowed to Yan Ruyu, then soared into the air and flew towards Qinglu Peak with Fu Yushu. Soon, only a small dot was left in the sky.

Without stopping, Lu Qing walked towards the gate first. Yan Ruyu and Huang Ling'er behind him were a little strange, and all the guards followed.

There was no decoration or stone statue of a house-controlling spirit beast in front of the Lu family's gate. When he walked three steps in front of the gate, Lu Qing pondered for a moment, then he poured his backhand. The ninth-grade divine wood sword in his hand was immediately inserted into the stone slab, leaving only half of the sword body.
Chapter completed!