Martial Cultivator

The antlers were originally left for Wenhu to forge flying swords, but now Chen Chao and the other party have turned against each other. Even if the antlers are given away, the other party may not want them. In this case, he can just keep them for himself.

Chen Chao gathered his thoughts and took out the snow-white antlers and handed them to the old man. The old man glanced at them and threw them aside. Then he concentrated on the small stove in front of him. The fire had been burning for many days. Although the broken knife inside was It was red but not melted. After a few glances, the old man stretched out his hand and lifted up the broken knife. The broken knife was extremely hot. When it touched the old man's palm, it made a squeaking sound, but the old man had no expression on his face. , only after lifting it up and looking at it carefully, did he throw the cutting knife into the stove again.

Chen Chao looked at the old man's palm, but found no scars on his palm.

The old man took out a small wine bottle from his waist, took a sip, and then said softly to himself, "You have been making swords for so many years, how can you be so incompetent?"

Glancing at Chen Chao, the old man sighed with emotion, "Things are much more complicated than I thought. I originally thought I was about five points sure, but now I'm looking at it, it's only three points." .🅆.

Chen Chao was startled and wanted to say something, but the old man continued, "If it fails, I will personally take action and use the remaining thousand-year-old stone to recast a sword for you."

The old man said with some regret, "I originally thought of saving it to cast a flying sword, but now it seems that it will most likely be used on you again. After all this time, I haven't gained any benefit at all. It makes me sad to talk about it." .

Chen Chao smiled and said, "I don't think this is the case. Things haven't started yet. Why are seniors so discouraged?"

"Don't use words to provoke me. This sword of yours is not an ordinary sword. I can only say that you try your best. But judging from your temper, you are probably nostalgic. You are not happy to get a new sword?" The old man said. Observing the fire, he kept adding some demon beads into it.

Chen Chao said softly, "After all, I have feelings. How can I just give up if I say give up?"

The old man nodded and said to himself, "It's good to miss the past. The worst thing in this world is those who miss the past."

Chen Chao didn't know what to say.

The old man said solemnly, "Extend your palm."

Chen Chao followed what the old man said and stretched out his palm. The old man smiled slightly. He didn't know when he held a sharp short knife in his hand and directly rubbed it on the palm of Chen Chao's hand. Chen Chao's body was no longer capable of being cut by any weapon. Yes, but facing this short knife, a trace of blood was instantly wiped away.

The old man grabbed Chen Chao's wrist expressionlessly and pressed his palm directly into the stove.

Chen Chao subconsciously wanted to struggle, but the old man's face was expressionless, and the hand he held down Chen Chao's wrist seemed to be strong. For a while, even Chen Chao couldn't break free, and could only watch as his palm penetrated deeper. In the furnace full of flames, Chen Chao felt a sharp pain in just an instant. He naturally knew that this fire was no ordinary fire, but he did not expect that he would actually put his palm deep into it.

Just a moment later, large beads of sweat fell from Chen Chao's forehead, and his face became extremely pale, but he kept gritting his teeth and did not cry out in pain.

The old man let go of Chen Chao's wrist, and then said, "It's no big deal to cry out in pain, since there are no outsiders now, but it won't do if you put your hand in the fire for half an hour or less."

Chen Chao gritted his teeth and asked

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

The old man wrote lightly, "Recasting a broken sword and forging a new one are not the same concept. They are not simply fused together. There are countless connections in them. I have to distinguish them carefully. If I make a mistake somewhere, Then all the previous efforts will be wasted. Using your blood to open the way is a bad idea, but it has its advantages. When combined with your essence and blood, the connection between this sword and you will naturally be strengthened."

Chen Chao smiled bitterly and said, "Even so, senior has said it beforehand, so why be so blunt."

The old man ignored him and just looked into the stove silently. Although Chen Chao's palms were among them, they did not actually burn. The blood flowing out of his palms slowly moved towards the two severed knives little by little. Go slowly.

Every once in a while, the old man would take out something and throw it into the stove. There was crystal clear fine sand. As soon as it was thrown into the stove, the temperature inside instantly rose a lot, which made Chen Chao complain endlessly.

After half an hour of this, as the old man nodded, Chen Chaocai took his hand back and left it in the stove for half an hour, but his palm was intact.

The old man glanced at Chen Chao and said indifferently, "Do you think this is an ordinary fire, just with a higher temperature?"

"This fire only burns gold and stone. It can only be ignited with special materials. Although a flesh and blood body like yours will be burned, it cannot be burned by this fire. Otherwise, if your hand is gone, you will have to use it in the future." Holding the knife in your left hand?”

The old man looked at the fire, and said with a somewhat satisfied smile, "It's just as I expected. Using your essence and blood as a guide, the veins in this broken knife gradually became clear, and now I'm 50% sure."

Chen Chao was still looking at his hand carefully. The burning sensation had not subsided yet. Chen Chao only felt that there were countless ants crawling in his palm. Every movement gave him a burning sensation.

Chen Chao looked at the old man and asked, "Senior..."

The old man waved his hands angrily, signaling Chen Chao not to say anything more at this moment.

Chen Chao had no choice but to hold his breath and endure it alone.

In the following days, the old man would ask Chen Chao to put his palm deep into the stove every now and then. During the rest of the day, Chen Chao did not take any time off, but continued to contact the broken knife in the stove with his spiritual consciousness.

But after these days lasted for dozens of days, it finally ended.

Because the two severed knives finally melted into molten iron at this moment.

It was only visible to the naked eye that there were countless colorful threads swimming in the molten iron. They looked like thin snakes swimming in it. Chen Chao was a little distracted for a while.

The old man remained silent, just put his hand into the molten iron, and saw a thin golden snake fished out by him. However, after the old man took a look at it, he threw it into the molten metal.

Afterwards, the old man twirled his fingers and fished out the colorful snakes in the molten iron. Some snakes were thrown into it after he took a look at them, and some snakes were cut off directly by him.

Chen Chao watched from a short distance away, silently.

I don't know how long it took, but the old man's expression gradually became tense, and even his breathing became extremely heavy.

Chen Chao glanced at the stove. In the molten iron in the stove, those colorful snakes kept swimming, dazzling and gradually charming.