MTL - Weapon Master-Chapter 1 Jiuyang God Furnace

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"It's so **** bad, this boy is too casual to die, and he will die in two or three hits."

"Brother Hong, is this really okay? After all, he is the uncle's son, if the uncle knows ..."

"A illegitimate child, what are you afraid of? Besides, who knows what we are doing? Go! Go! Hurry up and leave this ghost place!"

"..."

In between, Tang Huan seemed to hear a cursing voice, and then, into the ears was the chaotic footsteps that went away.

"Uncle? An illegitimate child?"

These words flashed stupidly in his head, and Tang Huan suddenly woke up, suddenly woke up, and sat up, "I'm still alive?"

After subconsciously glancing at Tang Huan, he froze.

This is not his quaintly decorated bedroom, but a very humble shed. He wasn't lying on the familiar woodcarved bed, but on the dirty ground.

Around, the black sculpted wall spliced ​​with wooden boards is full of various weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and sticks. On the side of the shed, there are things similar to stoves, bellows, and iron mounds. Beside, there are several large and small hammers.

Tang Huan recognized at a glance that this should be a smithy.

"I did pass out while casting a sword in the workshop. If he was rescued, he would not be at home but in the hospital after waking up. How could he appear in such a smithy?"

Tang Huan couldn't help but start recalling the scene at that time, but his head seemed to explode with pain. At this moment, countless information emerged from his mind.

"Ok!"

With a moan in his mouth, Tang Huan couldn't help clenching his head, his face gradually turned pale.

I don't know how long it took, but Tang Huan's expression finally improved, but he stared like a ghost, his mouth was slightly open, and his face was full of wonders.

"Glory the continent?"

After a long while, Tang Huan returned to God, saying something incredibly.

He was originally a swordsmith and was less than thirty years old, and he has gained world-famous reputation. Every hand-made sword has a price of more than one million, and it is still in short supply.

However, Tang Huan was not satisfied. He wanted to forge a peerless sword like the ancient fish intestines and giant salamanders.

So he began to consult various ancient classics and study ancient sword-making. Kung Fu is worthy of care, and in the end it really made it possible to find a sword-forging furnace and a strange method of sword-making.

When Tang Huan won the treasure, he immediately tried.

At the beginning everything went smoothly, but when the sword was about to be released, an accident happened.

According to the sword-making method, the sword-maker's blood must be used as a guide to give the sword real spirituality, not just a cold weapon.

Of course, Tang Huan wouldn't hold that blood.

What he did not expect was that when he dripped his own blood into the furnace, the sword-forging furnace was like a hungry hungry wolf, desperately sucking his blood.

Before long, Tang Huan was completely unconscious.

When he woke up, he came to this place called the mainland of glory, and there was another memory in his head.

The person in memory is also named Tang Huan. He is sixteen years old and is the illegitimate son of the Tang family owner in this angry town.

His mother was a niece of the Tang family. She was born like a flower. She was regarded by the owner of the Tang family. After being pregnant, she was not tolerated by the wife of that family. The blacksmith kept it.

He was only a little sensible, his mother had died, and he has been living with the old blacksmith since then, and he learned the craft of forging with the old blacksmith.

"People here can practice?"

Tang Huan was quite surprised. In the memory of the young Tang Huan, the human beings in this world can produce vitality in their bodies after practicing the exercises. Only such people can have the opportunity to become respected refiners and forge truly powerful weapons.

An old blacksmith, for example, is said to be a low-level refiner.

The young Tang Huan was also very interested in forging, but unfortunately, he was of ordinary qualifications, and so far he has not cultivated his true energy, and can only forge ordinary weapons.

Last month, the old blacksmith left abruptly, but has not returned yet. The teenager sat in the mountains and had no choice but to take a few weapons to sell.

On the way to the market, he inadvertently encountered several children of the Tang family, who broke into conflict and lost his life. Then he was thrown back into the smithy.

"This kid is dead, why is his memory in his mind?"

Tang Huan froze for a moment, remembering the conversation he had heard, and suddenly felt an unpleasant premonition in his heart. He immediately subconsciously looked down, his hands were rough, calluses, slender body, wearing coarse clothes , On the feet is a pair of washed black cloth shoes ...

This is by no means your own body!

Tang was startled in horror, jumped up suddenly, and kept looking around.

A few moments later, Tang Huan stood in front of a bronze mirror and looked at the strange facial features inside, but with strange skin with bronze skin, like a chicken.

Now he finally realized one thing.

The man on the earth was dead, but his soul somehow came to the body of the young Tang Huan, who had just died in the glorious mainland of Nulangcheng, and received his memory.

For a long time, Tang Huan woke up like a dream, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

It seems that I can't go back anyway. In a world without mobile phones, computers, TVs, and cars, I wonder if I can live?

But that's all for now, and resentment is useless.

"Also, when it comes, let it be!"

Tang Huan took a deep breath and finally accepted the helplessness. However, if he wants to live a better life in this world, he must have strong strength, otherwise he will be like that boy, even if he is killed by the Tang family ’s children. No one will come to justice for it.

"Cultivation! Only cultivation can have the power to protect yourself, and only cultivation can become a distinguished refiner! Otherwise, you can only be bullied!" Tang Huan flashed a firm light in his eyes and began to carefully recall the young man Tang Huan's memory.

"Through the pulse?"

After a while, Tang Huan found the kind of exercises taught by the old blacksmith.

This "Tongmaihualingjue" is said to be a very good low-level entry method. There are nine spirit pulses in the human body. Just open one spirit pulse, you can absorb the heaven and earth aura for refining, and then produce true qi. The more spiritual veins you open, the more vital energy you can accumulate in your body.

According to this glorious continent, if you open up three spirit veins, you will be a first-order martial arts, if you open six spirit veins, you will be a second-order martial arts, and if you open nine spirit veins, you will be a third-order martial arts.

After that, the spirit wheel can be condensed in Dantian and promoted to the fourth-ranked martial artist.

Of course for Tang Huan now, that is still very far away. The most urgent thing is to try to get through the first spiritual vein first.

In this regard, Tang Huan did not have much confidence.

The original master of this body has been practicing "Tongmaihualingjue" since he was six years old. Until now, even after a full ten years, he hadn't even gotten a liaison.

Such qualifications are indeed very ordinary.

"... there is spirit in the heavens and the earth, which is derived from Qi, adopts the intangible aura, and passes through the spiritual veins of God. Those who have spiritual veins also have the physical meridians ..."

Gongfa flashed through his head, Tang Huan sat cross-legged directly on the ground, dispelled distractions, and calmed down.

Soon, Tang Huan followed the guidance of "Tongmaihualingjue", his fingers constantly changing momentum, familiar and rapid. This kind of introductory exercises has been practiced by the boy for ten years. Although he has not cultivated any famous skills, he has become familiar with the formulas and various techniques.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Tang Huan suddenly felt as if a fierce trembling sounded in his head, and then a huge red furnace suddenly appeared in his mind.

The tripod furnace was round, with two ears on top and three legs below. The tripod inside and outside the tripod were carved with fine and mysterious patterns. As soon as it appeared, Tang Huan felt a distant and ancient breath, as if it had finally awakened from a deep sleep after many years.

"Isn't this my sword-forge?"

Tang Huan froze slightly.

When he obtained the ancient sword-making technique, he also obtained a furnace for casting swords. Finally, when the sword was about to be cast, he was sucked up by the sword-making furnace and died. It stands to reason that the stove should still be in the Forge Sword Workshop, but why does it appear in the mind now?

Tang Huan was puzzled. Immediately, the various patterns on the tripod furnace turned around like alive. As the tripod swirled, he walked fast, and in his mind, billions of bright red fires bloomed. Then, there are a plethora of cool breaths that are motivated to converge from all sides to the body.

Vaguely, Tang Huan discovered that the texture of the surface of the tripod furnace was continually condensing into four huge characters.

"Jiuyang Shenlu?"

Tang Huan was even more suspicious in his chest, and as his skills continued to change, those breaths poured into the body frantically and gathered in the furnace.

Based on the ten years of experience of that teenager, Tang Huan knew that those breaths should be the so-called aura.

After a while, the aura gathered in the furnace turned into a huge torrent, whistling out loud, and then following the changes of Tang Huan's tricks, he kept walking quickly in the body, just in a blink of an eye. Kung Fu, a vein running through the limbs and bones, suddenly broke through!