"Hmm? Such a strong evil spirit. Yes, it's a pity to break it."
When the craftsman took it, his arm suddenly froze, and he grabbed Xu Yunfan's wrist with his backhand. His originally calm eyes suddenly became sharp.
"Red Copper Body? Did you learn from Divine Weapon Ridge?"
Xu Yunfan was a little surprised and shook his head, saying, "Although it's not Shenbing Ridge, it does have some connection."
He practiced the martial arts of Shenbingling, so of course there was a connection between them. He was not lying.
"Yes, yes."
The craftsman's sharp eyes calmed, his fingers relaxed, and he took the broken hammer with a hint of melancholy on his face.
"Thirty years ago, that man smashed half of the Divine Weapon Ridge and destroyed it. The remaining disciples were either dead or scattered. It's not surprising that someone could practice this hammer technique."
Xu Yunfan's expression changed slightly: "Were you from Shenbingling before?"
The craftsman nodded slightly. "My name is Fu Jin. I was once a disciple of the twenty-seventh generation of the Divine Weapon Ridge. I escaped a disaster when I went down the mountain to purchase goods. It has been almost twenty years since I arrived at Tiangong Cave."
Seeing that he looked like an old friend, Fu Jin found a tavern and the two sat down opposite each other.
At the window of the wine shop, the moment Fu Jin broke the mud seal, the aroma of twenty-year-old wine and the steam from the fleet of mechanical beasts traveling on the slide outside the window intertwined into mist.
He stared at the green plums floating in the wine jar, his Adam's apple rolling three times before he swallowed. After finishing the whole jar of wine, he exhaled the alcohol and said with a slightly timid look, "Shenbingling...is it okay?"
Xu Yunfan was silent for a moment, then said, "Shenbing Ridge has become Shenbing Valley. When I went there, there were only a few old men left, twenty or thirty apprentices, and a dozen blacksmiths tending a few blast furnaces, forging iron and making ordinary weapons."
"Divine Weapon Valley? Okay, okay, that's fine too."
The drunkenness surged onto Fu Jin's cheeks, and he finally felt a little braver.
"That year, I happened to be going down the mountain to buy the Fire Flowing Sand from the Red Flame Mountain. On my way back, I could see from a hundred miles away that half of the main peak had collapsed. The lava poured onto the statue of the founder carved on the cliff, melting it instantly..."
"Now there is only one quenching pool left in the valley, but it has become a fine natural chain iron pool."
After hearing Xu Yunfan's words, Fu Jin's violently trembling pupils were reflected in his full wine cup. It took him a long time to finally calm down.
"Back then, Divine Weapon Ridge mastered the method of forging divine weapons. After a thousand years of forging, they produced seven divine weapons. One of the divine weapons was about to break through its limit, but it was destroyed on the spot by someone with an eighth-level divine weapon. They wanted to rebuild Divine Weapon Ridge, but they were helpless. They were afraid that others would covet them again, so they didn't even dare to go and see it."
He waved his hand, no longer discussing the matter, and instead said, "Your heavy hammer is full of evil energy. You can remelt it to store the evil energy... If you add enough materials, I may be able to forge a heavy weapon of the sharp blade level."
Xu Yunfan's expression brightened up, and he thanked him repeatedly. He drank enough wine with Fu Jin. Near the evening, Fu Jin staggered into the Tiangong Cave with his broken hammer.
The housing prices in Tiangong City are not cheap, slightly more expensive than those in Cuibo City. He just found a place to stay.
The next morning, when Xu Yunfan opened the window, the copper bell on the eaves was dripping the last drop of night dew.
His ears twitched slightly, and he quickly put the iron box on his back. When he looked up, he saw Fu Jin knocking open the door with such force that sparks flew from the door hinges. The old man behind him stepped quickly and broke the cracks in the blue bricks under his feet.
"Are you Xu Yunfan?"
"It is me, I wonder if you are..."
Xu Yunfan looked at Fu Jin.
Fu Jin introduced: "This is Zhan Yan, the head of the Tiangong Cave Weapon Casting Hall..."
He lowered his voice slightly and said, "He was an elder who came from Shenbingling back then, Zhan Yan."
Xu Yunfan's expression straightened, and he bowed and said, "Master Zhan!"
Although his strength could not be seen clearly, he was at least a master in the Flesh Refining Realm, especially his hands, which were as broad and thick as a palm-leaf fan, and the curvature of the muscles in his arms was even more astonishing.
Zhan Yan waved his hand nonchalantly, stepped forward, and clasped Xu Yunfan's shoulder with his palm, which was covered with burn scars.
Xu Yunfan's eyes flickered slightly, and his muscles tensed subconsciously. As the blood and qi surged through his subcutaneous tissue, strands of golden threads lit up between his muscles, causing his skin to glow with a strange golden aura flowing through his body.
"Crack!"
The bronze mirror in the guest room exploded, and the fragments of the mirror reflected the excitement in the old man's pupils.
Zhan Yan's expression changed from a hint of anxiety to his eyes widening suddenly.
"Red dragon coiling around the mountain pattern!?"
"Golden Skin?! Scarlet Copper Body Cloak Wind Hammer, have you reached the Great Perfection?!"
"what?!"
Fu Jin also lost his voice, a face of disbelief, yesterday thought Xu Yunfan was the third martial arts master, and practiced Shenbingling martial arts, heart reminiscence, naturally want to see if he can help, so back to deliberately exaggerate Xu Yunfan's talent, want Zhan Yang to come and see.
I didn't expect that it was still too conservative.
When he learned that Xu Yunfan had a connection with Lü Yi, and when he took out the token Lü Yi had given him, Zhan Yan's doubts vanished and he relaxed. He sighed, "So it's that guy who used to pull the bellows for me in my courtyard and I gave him a good scolding."
He suddenly stopped talking, and his fingertips scraped against Lu Yi's black iron order, making a sharp sound.
The ice cracks on the edge of the token are the anti-counterfeiting marks that he had hammered in with his own hands.
"That kid is still alive..."
A series of muffled thunder-like sounds rolled across Zhan Yan's Adam's apple, and his slightly bloodshot eyes stared at Xu Yunfan.
"Since you have no master, would you like to become my disciple in Tiangong Cave?"
Xu Yunfan's expression shifted slightly. Seeing this, Zhan Yan said bluntly, "Although the Divine Weapon Ridge collapsed and the inheritance was cut off, my lineage has been passed down. The advanced martial arts of the Scarlet Copper Body Cloak Hammer, the Thousand-pound Mountain-Shaking Hammer Technique, contains the Black Steel Hundred-forged Horizontal Body Training Technique and the Scarlet Dragon Coiling Mountain Strength, which can allow you to directly cultivate to the Marrow Cleansing Realm!
Even in the entire sixteen states of Yanbei Road, no one dares to challenge the hammer technique of my Divine Weapon Ridge!"
Xu Yunfan slid down to his knees, and the blue bricks under his knees burst open with a loud bang, and the broken stones flew everywhere like arrows. He hit the ground with his head, and three loud bangs on the ground caused the blue stone fragments to fly everywhere.
"Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"
Seeing Xu Yunfan kowtow without hesitation, Zhan Yan couldn't help but smile, and helped Xu Yunfan up with joy.
"Good, good, good!" Zhan Yan clamped his palms around Xu Yunfan's shoulders, a thunderous laugh erupting from his curly beard. "Even the Yanbei Dao's armor-piercing spikes can't penetrate the perfect golden-skinned Chilian bronze body. It's time for our Weapon Casting Hall to rise!"
He cultivated the Scarlet Copper Body Cloak and Wind Hammer to the state of great perfection, and showed golden skin. In the entire Yanbei Dao, the young men who could cultivate one of the tendons, bones and skin to perfection could be counted on two hands.
Fu Jin was watching from the side and burst into tears, hugging Zhan Yan's arms and crying loudly.
"Master, we at Shenbingling finally have a successor."
"Get lost." Zhan Yan glared, puffing out his beard as he pushed Fu Jin away. "You can't even remember the banner of the Tiangong Cave Weapon Casting Hall? If anyone hears it, I'll cut off your tongue."
Fu Jin was wiping his eyes with his mouth tightly closed.