I Am Loaded with Passive Skills - Chapter 1809

[Chapter 1809]

[Chapter 1689: Anti-Hammer Two Pillars Knock Old Swords, Elephant Dragon First Grade Look at the Present]

Chapter 1691 The two anti-hammer pillars knock on the old sword, and the first-level elephant dragon looks at

the relics of the current god.

Sang Lao and Water Ghost rested on the rocks, chatting quietly and accompanying Cenqiaofu together.

Feng Tian Holy Emperor Feng Yu Jin was like an embroiderer. After getting the last piece of Mo Mo’s soul fragment, he finally completed the stitching of his soul body.

He was “refining” and reborn here. On the other side, Cao Erzhu had woken up at some point and was squatting, watching him seriously and painfully refining people.

“It feels very painful to reshape the body like this…”

Erzhu muttered to himself without waiting for Uncle Shenyi’s response. The latter seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep and refused to make another sound since the war.

“Child, come here.”

Sang Lao and Shui Gui beside the stone didn’t know what they were talking about. They waved to Cao Erzhu from a distance.

“Yes, it’s you!”

Cao Erzhu then put down the hand pointing at him, hesitated, stood up and walked away.

Up to now, the people who can still stay in the ruins of God are all good friends of Brother Shou. There should be no outsiders?

Even though the old man wearing a straw hat looked unkind, the middle-aged man next to him was as cold as a viper.

“Everyone lives a very unique life…”

Cao Erzhu envied his strong temperament that made people feel at a glance that he was just like his father, the person he wanted to be.

“Two seniors.”

When they came to the stone, the two elders sat upright. Cao Erzhu was also very nervous.

This person wearing a straw hat should be an older person. He looks a few years older than his father. He is old enough to be his own grandfather.

It’s better to call him Water Ghost. He’s middle-aged and looks younger than Dad. Maybe he can be called “Uncle” more affectionately…?

“They’re not really seniors. They’re all from the same era as your father. They’re about the same age, but they haven’t won the tenth throne. They’re just mediocre… Mr. Sang.” The water ghost shook his head and laughed at himself, stretching out his hand first. After introducing the old man next to him, he immediately pointed to himself and said, “Call me water ghost.”

A person of the same era?

Cao Erzhu was shocked, then you… no, you are too old! He looked at the man wearing a straw hat.

He quickly realized the impoliteness and greeted one by one very politely:

“Uncle Water Ghost.”

“Uncle Sang.”

Sang… Old Uncle…

Old Sang twitched the corners of his mouth, glared and tilted his head. The water ghost who laughed muffledly was too lazy to pay attention to this cheater.

He looked at Cao Erzhu carefully, from head to toe, his eyes lingering on his thick arm muscles for a long time, and soon a smile appeared on his face:

“Are you from Cao’s blacksmith shop?”

“Yes.”

Cao Erzhu nodded slowly, It felt like Sang Lao’s smile was a bit oozing.

If you were unprepared and turned around to see this face, you would be so frightened that you would faint on the spot!

“Is he okay?” Mr. Sang asked.

he?

Cao Erzhu was stunned for a moment, and soon he said bitterly, “Dad, it seems that he is dead…”

Knowing this, Mr. Sang waved his hands and sneered:

“Cao Yihan doesn’t like words. To put it bluntly, he is just too lazy to say much. This kind of parting may He hates things that involve sensationalism the most.”

“He hates the way other people cry with tears in their noses… Yes, you are like this.”

Cao Erzhu wiped his nose and shook it off, no. It didn’t matter that it was hanging on my fingers. I pulled the corners of my mouth and gritted my teeth and didn’t dare to cry. I was so embarrassed.

This old man is a bit powerful.

He described his father’s character so accurately that he looked more like his son than me.

“So what Uncle Sang means is that dad is not dead?” Cao Erzhu sniffed, grunted, and swallowed.

Water Ghost Kuku was laughing again, his face was crooked, his laughter was a bit like Xu Xiaoshou’s, and he didn’t know where he learned it.

Mr. Sang himself couldn’t help laughing, and waved his hand: “Speaking of which, I am indeed your senior, you should call me senior.”

“Oh, Mr. Sang, senior.”

Uncle Sang’s smile froze. The folds at the corners of the eyes tremble at high speed, which can trap mosquitoes into mosquito dregs.

With a splash, the water ghost twitched and fell from the boulder, almost hitting the unconscious Cenchofu.

“Be careful, Senior Uncle Water Ghost!”

“Ha…” Inexplicably, Cao Erzhu heard the third laugh, which seemed to come from his own mind.

Mr. Sang gave up the struggle and said helplessly: “Your father is not dead. He must still be in the same place and can’t get out, because Dao Qiongtian wants to trap him, and he is also happy to be trapped.”

Cao Erzhu was anxious and choked with many questions to ask. , but a person only has one mouth and cannot ask multiple questions at the same time.

For example, why does Dao Qiongcang want to trap his father? Isn’t he friends with Brother Xiaoshou?

For example, why is dad happy to be trapped? He is so strong, but he seems to be able to get out?

Also like why my father is not dead yet insists on putting his head in a wine barrel and making such a big joke on himself…

“Don’t ask, it’s very complicated. I won’t be able to explain it for a while. I’m not here to help you.” To clear up the confusion.” Mr. Sang stopped the child.

Brother Xiao Shou’s master was indeed very powerful…

Cao Erzhu had an unclear feeling about how powerful he was. He just felt that Brother Shou was so good because he must have been taught by Old Uncle Sang.

He said seriously: “Senior Uncle Sang, is there anything you need my help with?”

“Uncle Sang, get rid of it.” Sang Lao couldn’t hold it in, but he quickly got to the point and said, “You came out of the blacksmith shop, you should be able to make iron, right? ”

Yeah.” Cao Erzhu nodded heavily. He is good at blacksmithing. It’s not that he should be able to do it, but he is very good at it. He has this confidence.

“Can you practice the famous sword?”

“Of course… eh?”

Cao Erzhu was suddenly speechless.

What are you talking about? Does Brother Shou and Master also dance like this?

He is very good at blacksmithing, but how come he is involved in being able to practice the famous sword? Can these be the same thing?

I can cook.

My dad can also cook.

Can I compare with my dad?

“No…”

“‘No’ means ‘definitely not’, or do you mean you don’t know if you can?” Mr. Sang leaned forward, “Have you ever fought a famous sword? Children don’t You can lie.”

Cao Erzhu was confused. He was faced with a sense of oppression. He scratched his head and his voice drifted:

“I don’t know…”

Mr. Sang stopped talking.

He stretched out his hand to point to the open space in front of him, and with a mouthful of words, it was self-evident.

At this moment, Cao Erzhu inexplicably saw the shadow of his father in him.

No need to say more than a word, just one word:

fight!

“Hit?”

Cao Erzhu was afraid that he would misunderstand. After all, this happened too suddenly, and no neighbors came to the house as guests. This was not a home where dad suddenly pretended to be warm. Why did he have to perform a show by himself?

The water ghost lay on the big rock and looked over curiously.

Sang Lao smiled and said in a pinch: “I want to see what you are good at, little guy, show me your skills?”

For some reason, Cao Erzhu felt that his buttocks were set on fire, and the blood in his whole body became warm.

Everyone else is standing straight, this is one of the few shows that can do well!

“A real fight?”

“A real fight.”

“Right here?”

“Right here!”

Cao Erzhu laughed loudly, with a sense of heroism in his body. He flicked the huge forging table and tool hammer out of the ring, and then poured them out. A mountain of mines.

After everything was prepared, he placed the big stone bucket, but he began to hesitate from where to get the water…

“Gurgling, gurgling~”

At this moment, the water in the stone bucket overflowed, gurgling out, and the energy inside was pure, used to quench the feeling. Better than the water used in Dad’s blacksmith shop!

“Is that enough?”

The water ghost narrowed his eyes and looked at the child with a smile.

“That’s enough, that’s enough!”

Cao Erzhu nodded heavily, feeling as if something he had studied for more than ten or twenty years, but didn’t know whether it was correct or not, was affirmed by the seniors.

They are all looking at me.

They all like blacksmithing.

If you like blacksmithing, you are a man!

“I’ll take the one I’m good at.”

Cao Erzhu drank heavily, took off his upper body clothes, picked up the sledgehammer, took the fine iron and started to forge it.

His movements were skillful and regular, and every step was refined, as perfect as a Tianji puppet who specializes in blacksmithing.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

Materials were collected, hammered, forged, shaped, quenched…

The ruins of God, which had been quiet for a long time, heard the rhythmic sound of iron knocking. Sang Lao and Water Ghost gradually became fascinated.

Feng Yujin glanced back, not agreeing with the outrageous pastime of this group of people when they were bored, and continued to refine Momo.

Soon, the two elders of Sang Shui pulled away and looked at each other, each seeing the shock in the other’s eyes.

Heaven and man are one!

This big kid, just by his concentration on hammering, can also bring him to the realm of harmony between man and nature!

“This talent, tsk, no wonder their family has enlightenment all over the place.”

“No, it’s not just talent. Que Leihan may have been nourished by his concentration. For twenty years, his success is not unreasonable.” Mr. Sang See more.

People in specific environments will of course develop specific personalities.

He couldn’t give high marks to Que Leihan’s training plan for Cao Erzhu, but he knew that this was the limit that he and his son could achieve in that environment.

Within the rules, perfection is achieved.

This is already very abnormal. Not everyone can cultivate this kind of concentration.

The sound of hammering iron lasted for half a day, and all the fine iron the size of a millstone was blasted together by Cao Erzhu.

Not a single cent of spiritual energy was used in the whole process, all relying on recklessness.

Even the splicing and forging of fine iron relies on the high temperature caused by pure flint – even if it is clicked with thunder, the fine iron can be melted directly.

Cao Erzhu did not do this.

Maybe Quirehan didn’t allow him to do it.

But now, with no one to supervise him, he had already used only a tool hammer and a forging table to smash fine iron into weapons.

“Knock it hard…”

The water ghost was a little shocked.

There is no complicated casting process, just relying on brute force to smash the huge iron embryo into a small knife.

There are no additional tools to shape the shape, it all depends on the skill of the hammer in hand, controlling the iron block to become the shape Erzhu wants.

“Speed control, power control, reaction control…”

Mr. Sang murmured in a low voice, his eyes flashing: “If Tiejiao is his enemy, he can contain the opponent with just the hammering technique. The key is to use this “It’s a way to train your fighting consciousness.”

“But the iron embryo has no life…” The water ghost looked away.

Mr. Sang shook his head: “The iron embryo has no life, but starting from the uncertain variables of the first hammer-iron impact, every subsequent ejection of the iron embryo is life, and the hammer method to control this life is, in the final analysis, Taking advantage of the situation… Taking advantage of the situation, isn’t it the best interpretation of combat awareness?”

“Use a hammer to forge iron, and use iron to forge a man.” The water ghost nodded, with an approving tone, “Quilehan, there is something.”

Old Uncle Sang took a look. He glanced at Uncle Water Ghost.

Querehan has something?

Who are you to dare to say this?

“It’s done!”

With the final quenching sound, Cao Erzhu carefully took out the dagger with the gradually tempered blade and handed it to his two uncles.

When the water ghost took it, he couldn’t see any spiritual energy on it. Could it be that he was returning to his original nature?

“What kind of knife is this?”

“The butcher’s knife, I’m good at it, hehe.” Erzhu scratched his head.

Kill, kill pigs?

The water ghost was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyelids to look: “Literal meaning?”

“What literal meaning…”

Cao Erzhu muttered, pointing at the knife and said: “The knife I forged is very good at killing pig thieves. Uncle Yang likes it best…” Oh, yes, Uncle Yang is the pig butcher in the town. He kills all the pigs in the town, as well as the wolves, and the cows, oh, and the sheep… there are many, many.”

The water ghost was dumbfounded, so it was just a handful. A pig-killing knife can’t even be considered a tenth-grade spiritual weapon?

“This is no worse than the tenth grade.”

Mr. Sang took the butcher’s knife and turned it over with his left hand, pulling out a tenth grade spiritual sword.

The spiritual sword struck the butcher’s knife, and the butcher’s knife curled its edge, and so did the spiritual sword.

If you look closely, you will see that some of the formation patterns branded on the body of the Spirit Sword are also worn out and are obviously half-used.

A few more chops.

What was broken was not a pig-killing knife, but a tenth-grade spiritual sword.

Cao Erzhu’s face was not very good-looking, and he was a little depressed, because the pig-killing knife he worked so hard to make was ruined by Uncle Sang in just a few breaths.

“you……”

“Sorry, I tried it without your consent.” Mr. Sang smiled apologetically at him.

Cao Erzhu waved his hands quickly, a little embarrassed: “It’s okay, it’s okay, Uncle Sang can just play with it.”

Mr. Sang touched the butcher’s knife with a full-edge curled blade, looking at it intently, not knowing what he was thinking.

The butcher’s knife is one foot long, the forearm is long, and the palm is wide. It is a bit larger than the normal size of the butcher’s knife, as if it is customized for special people.

“Besides that Uncle Yang, who else went to your blacksmith shop to order knives or other weapons?”

“Very few…”

Cao Erzhu scratched the back of his head and recalled, “The demand in the town was not of high quality. Later I followed It can be done casually. There is nothing special about it except that the quantity is large.”

Erzhu knew that Uncle Sang would definitely ask about the special ones, and finally said: “On the other hand, Dad occasionally sends me some special orders, but he always does it without me knowing. It’s time to meet some guests. ”

Guests…

do guests really exist, or are guests people?”

Sang Lao smiled and didn’t ask more about what a “special order” was.

Thinking about it with your toes, you know that it would be very troublesome for Cao Erzhu to explain, and he probably wouldn’t understand it either.

And there is a high probability that this is the time for Que Leihan to really train Cao Erzhu. He asked directly:

“Will it be used to punish the gods?”

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth in shock, as if seeing a god: “It will be used…”

“Can’t use all your strength?”

Cao Erzhu’s eyes were as wide as copper bells, as if he had seen a ghost: “My father said that we should practice the method of punishing gods and punishing tribulations, but we can’t vent out the punishments and tribulations of gods…”

The water ghost looked at Cao Erzhu, Looking at Old Man Sang again, he touched his chin with interest, “How about playing me?”

Old Sang seemed to open his eyes behind his back, glanced back at the water ghost with a snort, and finally said:

“You use the spirit essence to cast weapons, and at the same time practice the swords and other things you forged during the God of Punishment and Punishment Tribulation, but you haven’t succeeded even once. Did your dad take it away in advance?”

“Maybe it was stuck at the last step. Do you think he would stand up and deny you when it was almost done?”

Bang!

The hammer hit the ground.

Cao Erzhu suddenly retracted his hands to his sides and backed away in fear, like a frightened stupid bear.

He opened his mouth in an “O” shape, and felt a surge of anger rising up from the soles of his feet. Unable to hold it back any longer, he waved his hands and roared:

“Princes, generals, would rather have the guts!!!” ”

ah?

Not far away, Feng Yujin shook his hand, almost destroying Mo Mo’s body, and turned his head in disbelief.

It’s just a matter of striking iron, and it’s so exciting?

Over at the forging platform, Mr. Sang, who looked complacent, and the water ghost, who looked amused, were also stunned.

After the two of them swallowed hard, the water ghost couldn’t help but speak first:

“Who taught you this?”

“Brother Xiao Shou.”

“I mean, who taught you to use it like this?”

“Brother Xiao Shou.”

Xu Xiaoshou, are you crazy?

The water ghost feels that Xu Xiaoshou doesn’t look like this kind of person. He is just kidding. You need to let his father know…

“Princes, generals, princes, generals, would rather be polite than express shock.” After gnawing in silence, Mr. Sang said to someone else:

“Rebuild it, will you?”

In Cao Erzhu’s eyes, Mr. Sang was already a more powerful god than the Heavenly Mystery Warlock Dao Qiongang.

He is someone who can impress others with just a few words.

Brother Xiao Shou did it, and Brother Xiao Shou’s master also did it.

Of course, this does not mean that I am a cheap man who will be easily impressed, but because they are really powerful!

“Yes!”

Erzhu felt that his senior was going to test himself.

He definitely knows how to do it. After twenty years of hard work, what can’t he do?

Remanufacturing means that the finished weapon needs to be forged again due to some flaws in the craftsmanship or the weapon is damaged due to battle and strives for excellence.

There is nothing difficult about this. Cao Erzhu has practiced it countless times.

He cast his eyes on the curled butcher’s knife, eager to try it and eager for praise.

Sang Lao shook his head with a smile, put away the curled butcher knife, and said, “It’s not this kind.”

He picked up the broken tenth-grade spiritual sword and presented the swords one after another: “It’s this kind. ”

Cao Erzhu opened his mouth, a little embarrassed: “Well, I…”

“No?”

“Ah, no, it’s not that I won’t…”

“You haven’t tried it?”

“Well, it’s not that you haven’t tried it…”

” I haven’t succeeded before, so I don’t have the confidence. Are you afraid that you are boasting?”

“Ah! That’s right!”

Cao Erzhu felt an unspeakable and special pleasure of being successfully described in words, and soon the pleasure continued to become uncomfortable. .

He muttered: “It’s not that I don’t have confidence…” He

was about to take over the broken tenth-grade spiritual sword, intending to prove it to himself and to his father.

Old Sang flipped his hand, took back the broken sword, and took out another sword with his backhand: “It’s not that one, it’s this one.”

Cao Erzhu’s eyes were immediately attracted.

This sword is so beautiful. It is three feet and one inch long. It is all jade white. A layer of golden scales floats on the sword body. It is so transparent that it seems to have two layers of color, upper and lower. It is extremely beautiful.

Its handguards are shaped like white ivory, slightly raised on both sides. The style is very bold without losing the function of the handguard itself. It can be seen that the sword maker’s thinking is wild and unrestrained, but he is pragmatic.

This sword can be said to be perfect in terms of forging technology and spiritual temperament.

“Perfection” in Cao Erzhu’s eyes!

Sang Lao glanced at him, saw this reaction, and said with a smile:

“Xianglong, the original sixth-grade spiritual sword, after being remade, was successfully promoted to the first-grade.”

What?

The water ghost looked shocked.

Cao Erzhu’s eyes almost fell out.

He has never successfully forged or remade a spiritual weapon, but he has never eaten pork or seen pigs running away.

All weapons that need to be remade are likely to have flaws. If they can pass through the hands of a master, they can maintain their grade.

If you are more powerful, you can be promoted from the lower level of the sixth grade to the upper level.

The higher quality, even the first grade, shows that the sword is too spiritual, the swordsmith’s craftsmanship is also superb, and there are no mistakes in the remaking process.

But…

Cao Erzhu has never heard of dancing two levels.

What’s more, jumping directly from the sixth-grade Grandmaster Spirit Sword to the first-grade Spirit Sword, you have the qualifications to become a famous sword?

Is Uncle Sang kidding?

The third-grade throne sword.

Further up, the second level and the first level all depend on the spirituality of the spiritual weapon.

Swords at this level are qualified to become famous swords if they are nourished by fame.

Of course, it’s just a qualification.

The Star and Moon Singer never became famous until his death, but was hidden away by his master.

Qingju was famous all over the world, but in the end it was broken and no one cared about it after it was buried in the Sword Tomb.

This “Elephant Dragon”…

I’ve never heard of it!

Elder Sang obviously did not finish speaking. He paused deliberately and then said:

“When the ten statues were seated, Kuilei Han realized the spiritual thoughts, and the last eight were proficient in praying for thoughts. Cao used the elephant dragon to cross the eight and said: “The ways are different, so we can’t. Seek, read on this sword, success or failure depends on the sky.”

“The eight masters are watching the elephant dragon, the elephant dragon is useless, and it falls to the tenth level.”

“The eight masters are watching the elephant dragon again, and the elephant dragon is a creature, and it returns to the sixth rank.

” Lei Han then rebuilt the Xianglong, and the Xianglong was promoted to the third level. This sword was given to the Eight Masters, and later came into my hands.

“Twenty years later, the Xianglong was promoted to the first level.”

[End of This Chapter.]