Chapter 148: Gong Cheng Tian Jie

Song Hetong seemed to be hitting iron, but in fact he knew everything about the surrounding environment. Tang Ao's martial arts practice was also in his eyes. He secretly sighed Tang Ao's talent, but he did not forget to warn him.
Tang Ao was shocked again. Song Hetong actually knew the legendary skill of the Seven Kills, which made Tang Ao feel increasingly unable to see the old man in front of him, the grandmaster in the eyes of outsiders, and the old naughty boy in his own eyes.
The three masters and apprentices changed hands and rested, and then hammered thousands of hammers to forge other parts, and the local knocking sound continued into the night.
After the last small part for hanging the strings was completed, Song Hetong took a long breath of suffocation, and light yellow rays of light flowed past the naked upper body epidermis, and the "breath-holding tactic" played a role to help Song Hetong recuperate his tired muscles.
"It's already late at night. If the bow becomes a catastrophe now, I am afraid that there will be a lot of trouble. Let me take a rest. Tonight, you will stay vigil and keep the temperature of the stove." Song Hetong wiped his sweat. "Move the furnace tomorrow. When we go outside, we have to take advantage of the sun's spirit to cross the fire into a bow."
"Yes!" Tang Ao didn't dare to be scornful, his divine bow was about to take shape, so he let Song Hetong command him, he said one he didn't say two.
After the middle of the moon, Tang Ao looked at the stove while flipping through the "Seven Kills and Slaughter Art". The last time I looked at it, I accidentally made a big step forward in my kendo. This time, I looked through the seven weapons of life and soul together, and at the same time summoned seven weapons of life and soul, while fiddling and referring to gestures.
"It turns out that it can be used by one person as seven people, and the strength has not been weakened, but it is extremely exhausting." With Tang Ao's current cultivation base and vitality, it is estimated that he will have to lie down for several days to recover with one move. "It still has to be continuously improved. Cultivation. Last time Brother Fuyang rescued me several times, he directly forced Chu Wentian back and fled."
Knowing his flaws in his performance, Tang Aoyou practiced the "Seven Kills and Slaughter Art", and closed his eyes and fell into a state of meditation.
Sunrise in the east, today's sun is exceptionally brilliant.
Tang Ao opened his eyes and ate a little bit of the breakfast delivered by Bai Lianxin. After adjusting his luck, he moved the melting pot and the anvil in the small hut to the middle of the courtyard. Song Hetong arrived just in time, and the two disciples followed closely behind with a long and narrow box.
"Today is the last day, and it is also an important day. No one can relax a little bit, or they will give up their previous efforts. Let's start, the sooner we finish the training, the better, as long as we wait until noon to collect the sun's essence." Song Hetong sternly , Warned in the tone of a famous teacher.
Tang Ao suppressed the excitement in his heart and, as usual, raised the fire desperately, while Song Hetong and the others took out the sledgehammer and kept beating.
Now that the five major parts have been forged, they only need to be heated and calcined again, spliced ​​together and repeatedly forged, and then connected to the dragon tendons as strings. After being tempered by the thunder and fire, it represents the completion of the forging process.
The sun is getting bigger and the surrounding temperature is getting higher and higher. Although it has already entered the autumn, Tang Ao and the others are still sweating profusely. This has become a commonplace in the past few days.
As the arched body was spliced ​​step by step, dark clouds gradually condensed in the originally sunny weather, and I felt panic when I wanted to press a big rock against my chest.
When stitching to the third part, the dark clouds accumulate more and more, the sky becomes more and more gloomy, and there are occasional sounds of rolling thunder. And all this happened above the small courtyard of the workshop, and the rest of Yuqiu Village was still sunny.
The unusual sound scene has already alarmed the pedestrians coming and going in Yuqiu Village and the business travelers in the past.
"What is that? How can there be such a sight?"
"It seems to be the direction of Master Song's workshop. It must be Master Song forging some amazing artifact."
"There is a vision of heaven and earth, it must be a magic weapon above Lingbao, is it a fairy?"
The dark clouds became thicker and thicker, and the black pressure covered the entire small workshop. At this time, the four parts of the divine bow had been spliced, and there was still a small head with the bowstring installed.
"Boom!"
There was a sudden explosion of thunder in the dark clouds, which made Tang Ao and the others jump.
"It's okay. The divine bow is about to be completed, and Thunder Tribulation is brewing, indicating that the quality of the divine weapons we refined is absolutely unprecedented, rare in the world." Song Hetong calmly said, controlling the overall situation, and calming down the hearts of several people.
"The last part, everyone, come on." Song Hetong yelled, picking up the hammer and hitting it again. The fifth part and the bow body merged a little bit.
"Woohoo!"
A gust of wind blew on the flat ground for no apparent reason, rolling past, rolling up bursts of yellow sand and dust, and everyone couldn't open their eyes. The flames in the fire were swayed by the strong wind. If Tang Ao hadn't guarded the stove with the wind and sand, even the flames in the boiler would have gone out.
"There are the last three hundred hammers, please work harder!" Song Hetong's low voice commanded everyone to settle through the wind and sand that covered people's eyes.
Everyone struggled to withstand the violent killing, ignoring the rumble of thunder in the sky, sledgehammers, and knocked out the last three hundred blows. The bow body is successfully synthesized!
"Plch!"
A bolt of lightning whizzed past, and struck Tang Ao and the others in a daze.
"Be careful!"
Someone yelled, Tang Ao and others hurriedly avoided, the "Boom" thunder and lightning cleaved a big hole on the ground, and scattered electric snakes roasted the ground so dark.
Tang Ao, who had escaped by chance, looked at the hollow on the ground in horror, and his heart beat wildly after training.
"Take the dragon string, connect the string, and make a bow!" Song Hetong tore his old voice, directing the two to pass the dragon string.
"Boom!"
The gloomy sky was billowing with thunder again, the dark clouds gradually pressed down, and the swirling air flow gradually gathered. With the small courtyard as the center, there was a sign of a storm vortex.
Song Hetong ignored the news, and ignored the sudden emergence around him. With the dragon tendons in one hand and the bow in the other hand, he muttered something and suddenly shouted.
"Heaven and earth begin, all things live! The bow becomes a success!"
As soon as the dragon's muscles circled the upper bow, a flame-like ray of light rushed into the sky, blasting away the forming storm at once. The light has not ceased for a long time, and it seems that it is about to break through the backlog of the cloud again.
"Crack!"
A thick thunder and lightning that looked up to the mouth of the well swiftly swiftly split the soaring light emitted by the divine bow itself.
"Come on, come on, hold on!" Tang Ao watched the Jieyun in the air nervously, cold sweat squeezed out of his clenched palm.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, with the small courtyard as the center, the surrounding auras rushed towards the divine bow frantically, unexpectedly blew a storm of auras, and at the same time, there were violent "Karikala" sounds around.