Amid the huge roar of gold and iron, An Qisheng closed his eyes slightly, as if he was half asleep and half awake.

Martial arts lie in all aspects. Walking, sitting and lying are both skill, and every move is martial arts.

The same is true for ironwork.

Every time he used his strength to hammer, every slight reaction of himself, the hammer, and the beaten metal appeared in his mind.

There seems to be no difference in beats, but in fact each hammer has a subtle adjustment.

Hit, drill, fry, disperse, condense, wrap...

Iron-striking is like fighting!

The momentum, body, and true energy are all fully mobilized.

With each hammer, the huge cold iron platform would tremble and buzz, and the sea of ​​magma and fire was even more surging, making people suspect that the cold iron platform would be broken by hammers.

Bang!

Bang! Bang!

The violent beats after sound awakened the shocked old monks.

Sanyin and others quickly surrounded him, transported all kinds of metals, controlled the heat, and attacked An Qisheng.

Huangjue Temple has a unique secret that can increase the temperature of the flame by adding some unknown powder.

At the same time, several old monks were even more shocked.

It was obvious that the Taoist's pounding force posture was incorrect, but the pounding sound was louder and more rapid, as if he couldn't feel tired at all.

Only Sanmu had his eyes twitching, and he felt a little sorry for his hammer.

Although I believe An Qisheng's control over strength, I can't help but worry that his cold iron hammer would be ruined.

This force is too fierce.

This busyness is three days and three nights.

boom!

A loud bang broke the quiet Huangjue Temple in the night.

"Chubing Gulf? Is this a furnace blowing?"

Near Zhubing Valley, many monks were awakened and looked at Zhubing Valley one by one and frowned.

Of course, the casting of soldiers is not 100% successful. Over the years, many incidents of casting the stove in the valley have also happened.

The two most thrilling times even caused the eruption of the volcano suppressed by the cold iron, which almost destroyed the Zhubing Valley.

Huhu~~~

Many monks stationed in Zhubing Valley even put on single clothes and stepped into the winter night.

Looking up, I saw the sky above Zhubing Valley, and a clear cloud of mushrooms reflected under the red moon spread out.

What is spreading to the ears are countless sounds of metal and iron clashing.

It seemed as if the entire Huangjue Temple had a sword and aroused and jumped for it.

"What happened?"

Suddenly, countless monks were shocked by it.

I felt that the Zhuangbang Valley had become an ocean of weapons. Although it was not visible to the naked eye, I could feel the ultimate sharp aura brewing and accumulating, making people feel terrified and terrified.

"This is......"

Sankong looked at Zhubing Valley from afar, and his long white eyebrows were shaking.

He had never seen this situation, but he had heard that two hundred years ago, the day when the Emperor Jue Bell was cast, the war spirit in the Zhubing Valley also shocked.

Over the past two hundred years, countless military forging divisions have wanted to reproduce this vision, but none of them have been able to do it.

At this moment, a strange phenomenon actually appeared again?

His heart moved, and his body disappeared in the wind and snow, heading towards Zhubing Valley.

Huh huh huh huh huh ~~~

There seemed to be strong wind in Zhubing Valley, and many swords, guns, sticks, hanging everywhere were trembling and buzzing.

Under the Zhubing Valley, fire waves rolled and the boiling magma seemed to be even more tragic.

On the steps outside the Hantietai, a group of three-character monks who were forced to retreat repeatedly looked at Hantietai in surprise and joy regardless of their dust.

In the middle of the cold iron platform, An Qisheng held up his hammer and his white robe kept rolling in the waves of air.

On the iron platform in front of him, a long spear kept buzzing and shaking.

The spear was two feet long, red in color, and was covered with meridian-like patterns, from the tail of the spear to the head of the spear that had not yet been opened.

At this time, the spear seemed to have life, constantly trembling and pounding, making a buzzing sound like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring.

There was even a faint sense of extreme sharpness spreading.

It seemed as if he had glanced at the head of the gun that had never been opened, his eyes were about to bleed.

"The meaning of war..."

An Qisheng's eyes were half open and half closed.

His divine will was unprecedentedly active, and he could feel the invisible and intangible intentions of war, and he was not right around him, circling and gathering near the spear, thus causing the real storm to be violent.

Everything has aura, either strong or weak, even if it is iron and stone, the invisible void is filled with aura.

This is Jiufujie's understanding of aura.

In fact, just as the mass graves with piles of corpses and tombs give people a gloomy feeling, the thousand-year-old ancient temple makes people feel tranquility, this martial arts valley has accumulated a strong sense of military power over the past thousand years.

But he didn't expect that such changes would be caused when the gun was about to be completed.

He held up the hammer high, and the half-open eyes seemed to reflect countless intertwined auras of war.

‘The way of heaven can damage the excess and make up for the deficiency… The spear hidden aura under my beating, and in this aura is at its lowest point, just as water flows to a low point, and air flows from a high air pressure to a low air pressure…’

An Qisheng's thoughts.

This is not a bad thing. Being baptized by many military auras will inevitably have great benefits for this spear.

After a long time, when he felt the airflow weakening and the spear trembling slowly calmed down, An Qisheng held up the last hammer for a long time.

It fell down with a bang!

boom!

As the roar and vibration of the cold iron platform, the magma rolled in between.

The old monks heard a spear and flashed and then disappeared. Then a red golden light shone through the sky, like a dragon leaping in the abyss, and the golden spoiled spread its wings straight into the nine heavens.

The magic gun will finally come true!

...........

The wind is howling and heavy snow is everywhere.

The heavy snow that had been falling for several days covered the vast land with a thick layer of snow.

On the official road several miles outside Huangjue Temple, there was smoke rising in a pavilion that was used to cool off for passers-by. Two people sat opposite each other and drank.

"That old Zamao is not a son of man, not a son of man..."

After pinching all the wet clothes, Ji Liu took a sip of wine in a depressed manner.

The spicy feeling spreads from the mouth and tongue.

He was a little irritated.

With his status, in addition to being in a low position in front of the Grand Master, he didn't have to be polite to see the officials of Dafeng and other border areas.

There have always been only people waiting for him, so where is the reason why he waits for others?

I'll wait for three months!

"Sixth Brother, no matter how hard this is, can we think of our brothers following the Lord to rush through the vast sea, hunger, cold and trapped for dozens of days, and fighting with the enemy for dozens of times?"

The middle-aged man wearing a black outfit and a little dark yellow face couldn't help but shake his head:

"If you are used to living a good life, you can't suffer a little?"

"What you said makes sense, it's just..."

Ji Liu pinched the wine glass and shook his head: "You and I fight desperately. Now there are eight of you and me left in the past 10,000 brothers. What is the purpose of? Isn't it just glory and wealth?"

As he said that, he poured himself a glass of wine and then gave it to Ji Baman: "Is it possible that he is loyal to the emperor and patriotism? Don't be stupid."

Ji Ba shook his head in his heart, stopped talking about this with him, and instead asked:

"Brother Six, you passed on a letter to Fei Ge before, what did the Lord say?"

"The Lord said, if the old Taoist priest had cast a divine weapon, if the divine weapon was in hand, you and I would immediately release the golden-feathered eagle and retreat, and don't stay for a moment..."

Ji Liu put down the wine pot and said with a cold expression:
To be continued...