Kouying didn't lie, she really couldn't learn it.

Not only does it mean that the magical forging method of turning mortal iron into iron essence, but the technique of putting iron essence foil into a sandwich and then kneading the iron bars into a sword blank is enough to learn for hundreds of years.

That is the core technology for forging the Fire Scale Sword.

Under the premise of making the sword blank with high strength, the iron foil thinner than paper in the sword body can melt without being messed up, and the magic array on it is not misaligned or damaged at all. It can even connect the red flame copper scales to the iron foil in the sword body.

Even though Kouying is an amateur in casting tools, he understands that this is simply a magical skill.

Anyway, those who claim to be casting masters, master craftsmen, and even famous casting masters in the human world do not have such ability, nor do they have such control.

The process of making a sword by Yun Beige to Jun Xinyou was told in detail, which surprised Jun Xinyou.

"Will that little bastard have such a high talent for casting?

In Jun Xinyou's memory, when Yun Beige was five years old, Yun Tianqing's soul was destroyed in Jilei Mountain.

It was also since then that Yun Beige has been by her side.

During these eleven years, only when Jun Xinyou came out of the mountain to find the Wen Sheng Tomb would he have his own time to study some of the casting methods left by Yun Tianqing.

Unexpectedly, even this intermittent study has reached such a high level?

Jun Xinyou couldn't help but sigh: "I can only say that those with the surname Yun have imprinted the talent of making swords into their bones!"

However, this is difficult to deal with.

It seems that this matter must be done by Yun Beige, and no one else can do it.

Just thinking about it made Jun Xin's hatred feel itchy, and her enemy's child actually took over his lifeline.

I suppressed my anger and even looked at the corner movies a little disliked.

He threw the sentence: "Then you just do it! In short, we must find a way to make the little bastard cast this sword for us, and we must not fall into the hands of the human race!"

"Ga!?"

The koosha was stunned and thought to himself, Master, do you really believe in me?

You are the lord of the demon clan and the pillar of millions of people. You can’t think of a way, so I just hand it over to me?

.....

In fact, it wasn't Jun Xinyou who shirked responsibility. In fact, she had no choice but to deal with Yun Beige.

Yun Beige was tortured by her for eleven years. Jun Xinyou has used the most vicious and fiercest method in the world.

However, even if he tortured Yun Beige to the point of being unable to become a human, even if he was dying and was about to die, the little bastard had never been tolerated with her once.

Even if I ask for something for mercy, I have never had it.

The two of them got into this situation.

Jun Xin You hated Yun Tianqing. In the last battle between immortals and demons ten thousand years ago, Yun Tianqing raised the Golden Yang Divine Sword to slash out the sword intent of the Great Dao, and slashed the invincible Demon Lord You, with one sword, and the two souls of the human beings directly led to the defeat of the demon clan and sealed the Shura Realm again.

Until now, Jun Xinyou’s heaven, the souls of man and man have not yet returned to their bodies.

Therefore, you are happy and regretful.

After Yun Tianqing died, she hated his son again.

Yun Beige also attributed his father's death to Jun Xinyou. He opened his mouth and shut up his mouth, and the stinky woman no one wanted.

The relationship between the two is almost unadjustable.

If Yun Beige knew that the Fire Scale Sword was useful to Jun Xinyou, even if he was killed, he would not have made a sword for her.

Even this guy dared to cut off his arms, so he would not let Jun Xinyou get what he wanted.

But, then again, the horn shadow has no idea!

That's just a naughty man, a rustic man, a bastard, who can control him?

That night, Kouying pulled out all her hair and scratched her scalp, but she didn't come up with a perfect solution.

at last......

Let's cheat!

Kouying said, fortunately, that boy was not very smart, so I went to Changning County to open a spiritual weapon shop, placed an order for him, and collected all the swords cast by the small bastard. Wouldn't it be enough?

Anyway, my horn shadow has never appeared in front of Yun Beige over the years, and he doesn't know who I am.

Make up your mind and do it as you say it.

Before dawn, Kouying transformed her body into the appearance of a middle-aged uncle.

When the gates of Changning County opened wide, they searched for shops all over the city.

Not to mention, he really found it.

Unfortunately, the landlord was anxious when he saw him; secondly, Uncle Kouying was really stupid.

So the lion opened his mouth and asked for a sky-high price, and the rent would be paid every ten years.

Jiaoying had no choice but to rent the shop, so she could only pay the rent for ten years.

The day before, I got the horizontal line of material to dig the grave, and half of it was gone in one go.

The pain of the horn shadow thrust his heart.

"Such a large amount of spirit stone is enough to cultivate a Nascent Soul monk in the Shura realm!"

......

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Yun Beige slept sweetly that night and woke up early.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the Fire Scale Sword standing beside me. I couldn't help but smile and got up and got out of the wooden house.

After that, I ate something casually, and started up the furnace, and used my essence and blood to carve the dragon pill spirit gathering formation on my arms, waiting for the rising sun to rise.

Yun Beige did not deliberately reduce the spirit gathering array. Because he found that although the Yuanyang power absorbed last night was a bit excessive, his body could barely withstand it.

Moreover, after one forging and fusion, the effect is also obvious. I don’t know how much better it is than absorbed once in later generations.

At this speed, Yun Beige estimated that within ten days, he could reach the level of the first level of the golden body and officially cross the threshold of entering the Tao with his strength.

By then, even if Yun Beige cannot use spiritual energy, his physical strength alone will be enough to withstand the spiritual attacks of cultivators below the fifth level of Qi refining.

It still absorbs the morning glow and the whole body is red. It still uses forged iron essence to vent the power of the Yuanyang in its body, and still casts the fire scale sword in an orderly manner.

And today, Yun Beige beat four Fire Scale Swords in a row, plus the one yesterday, a total of five.

Seeing that it was already afternoon, Yun Beige took up five fire scale swords, wrapped them in a black robe left on the butt-pulling curtain, and headed towards the city.

As a result, as soon as he reached the city gate, he was stopped by a sweaty "uncle".

OK, why are you sweating profusely?

Because it's sunny.

It was midsummer, and it was not cool at all. I don’t know how long this uncle has been standing here.

"Little brother, are you selling spiritual weapons?"

Yun Beige raised his eyebrows and glanced at the uncle, thinking: Brother, can you be a little more clumsy? You can see that it is so tight? If someone else has already run away!

However, it's a different style on the surface.

He made a panic, "How did you...you know? You...you are going to rob!?"

"Well!"

This time it was the "Uncle" who was panicked and wanted to give himself a mouthful.

I was frozen there for a moment, but I didn't know how to answer.

Just when the uncle was so anxious that he couldn't meet him by chance, Yun Beige said, saving the uncle.

"Oh~!!!"

Yun Beige suddenly realized and looked smart, "Are you a monk? I heard that monks have opened their eyes!"

"Yes, yes, yes, yes!!!" The uncle touched his sweat, "I am not only meticulous, but also very smart!"

"How is it? Are you going to the city to sell spiritual weapons?"

Yun Beige rolled his eyes and said to himself, "I can't teach you anymore, I'm just a lump of wood!"

"yes!"

Just go straight and forget it.

"That's great!" The uncle looked happy, "I want it all! Let's offer a price!"

"Open..." Yun Beige was speechless, "Uncle, are you sure you won't check the goods before you negotiate the price?"

Didn't even read it, so I jumped to the point of negotiating the price?

"Oh, yes!!"

The uncle wiped his cold sweat again and took the black cloth bag from the Yunbei singer.
To be continued...