Chapter 218: My magic soldier

The sky was bright, and there were snowflakes in the sky, but there was no snow in the mountains behind Huangjue Temple.
Luan Qisheng and the three Indian monks walked towards Houshan in an unhurried state.
Xihuangjue Temple was originally a hollow out of several mountains. Although there are many temples, there are still some shadows of the original mountains.
One of them is the mountain behind the Huanghuangjue Temple and the land for refining weapons.
Huh! Huh! !! ...
There is still a mile from Houshan from the distance, and there is already a heat wave accompanied by a sound of gold and iron percussion.
Luan Qisheng looked far away, and saw that the fireworks above Houshan were rich, and the roasting sky was a little bit scorched, and the air was filled with the smell of smoke, smoke, and sulfur.
Jain Mountain was originally a volcano.
"The land that casts soldiers in the world, headed by my Huangjue Temple and Wanjian Villa, is not much different compared to the court that cast soldiers in the Dafeng dynasty ..."
Sanyin sighed slightly:
"For more than a thousand years, I don't know how many soldiers in the martial arts came from Huangjue Temple."
"Millennial training is truly extraordinary."
Qi Anqisheng nodded slightly.
Stuck in the light of his eyes, there is a very strong meaning of soldiers and soldiers in the back of the Huangjue Temple, which is the imprint of the creation and recasting of a sacred soldier.
Indelible, cannot be ignored.
These imprints seem to be useless, but in fact they are also of great use to cast soldiers.
如 Like an ancient academy with a thousand-year literary atmosphere, it often gives people the feeling of washing people's hearts. The meaning of the soldiers on the military ground also has a lot of baptism for weapons.
"The little monk has been in charge of Forging the Valley for many years, and there are sixteen magic soldiers created by his own hands. Unfortunately, there is no one who can truly survive the baptism of thunder with the magic soldier and achieve the veins."
San Sanyin glanced at An Qisheng:
"The strength of the Taoist leader is unparalleled in the world. In ancient times, no one can be compared, but the baptism of thunder is by no means easy. The Taoist master must be careful and careful."
San Sanyin was quite sincere.
The sacred vein is the highest pursuit of Jianghu people, and it is also the most dangerous level. He has condensed the qi vein for many years, but he has not been promoted to the vein.
It is because this threshold is too dangerous.
Throughout the ages, I don't know how many days before the sky falls before the veins.
"Thank you for your mention."
Qi Anqi thanked him.
His impression of this monk is quite good.
Over the past three months, Huangjue Temple has really done its best, especially this monk, who has spent three months in various mines of Huangjue Temple to get all kinds of spiritual resources for him. With this intention, he had to collar.
If you change to an ordinary martial art, you are willing to gamble and lose, but you may not be so dedicated.
He is no surprise that he hid the best materials.
I can only say that one party has inherited the thousand-year-old martial arts, which has its uniqueness.
Of course, An Qisheng is not completely taking advantage. He also paid for the gold and silver for the materials. Thanks to Zhao Changyu, he is not short of money.
However, the top materials are all valuable, and he naturally takes advantage.
"Little monk also has selfishness."
Sanyin smiled, and said, "The Tao is long and capable, and the Qi pulse crosses the veins. It is rare in the ancient times. The non-soldier is almost nothing. If you can promote the veins with the magic soldiers I created for you, Qing Shi left a name, and did not call me a soldier for many years! "
Luan Qisheng smiled and shook her head, watching the smoke of fireworks in the distance, her eyes lightened a little leisurely:
"But I don't know how the eight-handed celestial being in the legend looks like."
Among the long-awaited realms, the one that most concerned him must be the Eight-handed Heavenly Man and God.
Speaking of heaven and earth soldiers, he thought of the king sword again.
Zhengtong Zhengyang took the king power sword to break the world to Xuan Xing, which is a bit strange to see, especially, the king power sword will consider himself as the main.
有 He has many speculations in his mind, but unfortunately, he can't see anything until he returns to Xuan Xing.
"It's been more than 700 years since the Heavenly Man and God Soldier disappeared, but I don't know when it will reappear."
There is also a trace of longing on the three seals:
"Divine soldiers have refining and raising. Three of them are refining and seven are raising. The achievement of a divine soldier depends on the master, not just on its material! At the beginning, the eight divine soldiers were not all those legends. Made of ......... "
I am the most forged division. No one wants to see the heavenly soldiers more than him.
之间 Between two people talking.
I was close to the Forge Valley.
热 Here, the valley heat waves are rolling and extremely hot. In the middle of winter, some monks in the vicinity are only wearing short shorts. The monks who beat the gold and iron in the valley are even more naked.
Luan Qisheng's eyes moved.
These monks have a restrained atmosphere and a strong physique.
The martial arts of the thousands of monks who performed the martial arts field were much higher than before.
"Forging soldiers is also spiritual practice."
He seemed to see An Qisheng's curiosity, and Sanyin explained:
"But when I entered Huangjue Temple, I watched the horse for three years, and learned patience through three years of mixed service, three years of lectures, read Buddhist scriptures, three years of discipline in the discipline school, and ten years later I learned martial arts, After that, it was my three years in the Valley of the Soldiers. I worked hard and hone my will ... "
"I entered the temple at the age of six, and it's been a long time since I reached this point."
Luan Qisheng sighed.
The system of Wuhuangjue Temple is not good, but it is still stable. After twenty-five years of training, it must be a stable mind.
Although 有 has a lack of sharp understanding, it is difficult to give birth to a young genius, but there is no doubt that it is a mainstay.
"I can't stand up, how can I teach people Dharma?"
Sanyin Road:
"I am so brave, how can I persuade people to put down the butcher knife?"
Huh! Huh!锵 ~~
In the sound of Jin Tie's percussion, the two walked into the Forge Valley.
The bottom of Forge Valley is really a volcano that is still active, and its temperature is very high, which is why there is a cold spring drawn from a distance, otherwise the temperature is high and ordinary people will be burned as soon as they come in dead.
Many monks who percussed gold and iron were sweating, and their general bodies cast red with copper cast iron.
Under such an extreme environment, it is a great test for the human body. Not only does the practice of martial arts progress very fast, but the vitality and internal force are always in an extremely active state.
Xun Zhen hit the iron here for three years, and he has gained more than ten years of hard work outside.
This side of the fortress valley, the more you go down, the lower the temperature, the higher the temperature, the true forge, is really within the volcano.
When I got here, with An Qisheng's physique, I noticed a trace of enthusiasm. The Sanyin monk had already held up the spirit.
His Majesty reached the last step, into the sea of ​​red flames.
In the sea of ​​flames, there is a huge cold iron platform with hundreds of feet in length and width on one side.
The world has always said that there are one pound of cold iron and one or two gold. Although it is exaggerated, the preciousness of cold iron can also be seen. How much cold iron is used on this platform?
I am afraid that no one else can do such a great job, except for Huangjue Temple, which opened for thousands of years.
At this moment, there are more than ten old monks on the platform wearing only a pair of animal skin shorts to strike iron.
老 The old monks Yomo and Sanyin seem to be different, one by one with strong bones and muscles, angry muscles, holding a handle to scare people's hammers, and pounding strange pieces of metal under the slamming of the scorching lava.
The existence of the Qiqimai network is sufficient to support people to act normally in extremely cruel environments. This is difficult to do by the flesh alone.
Of course, this does not include An Qisheng today.
With his physique at this time, bathing in the magma may not be possible, but swimming is not a problem.
If he dissects it, he will find that his membrane at this time is different from the composition of human flesh and bones under the interlacing of air veins.
Any muscle fiber is more tough than steel.
"Brother Sanyin! Minister of Kingship!"
He saw the two, and an old monk put down his hammer and greeted him step by step.
老 The old monk is named Miki and is a brother of Sanyin. He hasn't been forging soldiers for many years, and has been working on iron almost every day.
The old monk gave a gift and called out:
"Brother! The gun body has been shot, I'll wait for you!"
The gun body is not difficult to build, especially when An Qisheng has no requirements for the gun body except for toughness, it has already been built.
Only the gun head, whether it is selection of materials, fire, intensity, or sudden fire, are extremely difficult.
The hardest to build.
He Sanyin was the first forging division of Huangjue Temple. In this last step, it was natural to ask him to operate.
After all, the materials used for this spear are top-notch, and once they are scrapped, they can't forgive themselves.
"The last process was not me."
Xu Wenyan, Sanyin shook his head.
"what?"
Miki stunned: "If the brother does not come, who can come? The material used for this gun is not lower than that of a city. If it is a waste ..."
Three seals did not answer, An Qisheng took a step forward and answered with a smile:
"I am the master of the magic soldier, this last step, naturally I should come."
Although he has been waiting for the return of Sanyin for the past three months, he has not been idle.
During my daily life, I transported my qi, and when I dreamed of martial arts, I also learned to iron by the way.
He is learning by heart, and with his current learning ability and inhuman control over his physique, it is natural to learn to play iron.
Not only learns, but also refines.
"Royal authority?"
It wasn't just Miki, but some other old monks looked at it with horror.
虽然 Although they know that the body of this monarch and Taoist is shocking, but ironworking is not something that can be done with great strength, among which there are many techniques.
"You, can you do it?"
I still can't help but Miki: "This batch of materials is too cherished, and the second batch cannot be found in the temple for the time being."
"I know in my heart."
Luan Qisheng also did not excuse her, her body moved slightly, and she appeared in the center of the platform like a ghost. She picked up the big hammer that Miki put down.
感应 He sensed a little, and this heavy hammer came to life in his heart.
Its material composition, where there has been wear and tears, where is the most focused ... All kinds of information has been learned by him ~ EbookFREE.me ~ his speed is very fast, several old monks have been staring at him, but Nor did he see his movements, nor did he know that he just picked up the hammer casually, as if he had been familiar with it for decades.
I refused to speak out before I refused.
I saw that An Qisheng was like pinching firewood, and picked up that heavy hammer.
Weighed lightly for one or two, just so smashed!
When this fell, the hearts of the old monks were a jump!
I smashed it easily, but the moment the hammer fell, the air around me seemed to run away in sorrow, and ripples spread out.
The black space rippling like a water surface, the dark hammer head appeared red under the fierce friction!
何 What terrifying power is this?
Luo Danjin is 10% full, with one finger full of energy, let alone An Qisheng today?
He seems to be smashing at will, but the whole body strength has been poured into the wrist, it seems to drop the hammer gently, but it is no different from his full strength!
While he can shake thousands of heavy King Jiezhong empty-handed, how about a hammer?
Boom!
It seems like a thunder blasted under the hammer!
The gigantic cold iron platform rang loudly, giving out the long-lasting buzzing sounds of dragons and tigers.
沸 The boiling magma around it is as high as a curtain!
Under the crackling magma, old monks were dumbfounded, as if they had met ghosts and gods, and they forgot to dodge for a while.
Is this still human?
Is this still human? !!