This is How the Heavens and the Worlds Come

The name of the city is Lingxiao, it is majestic, and a feeling of crushing blows.

Fu Ling could see at a glance that the three words on the city were written by a half-step god, so that after he appeared, he actually touched the rhyme left by the half-step god, faintly A bit provocative towards him.

This is a half-step **** who is not very restful!

"Fellow Daoist He Fang, come to my Lingxiao City?"

Before Fu Ling entered the city, a hearty voice came from the city.

In an instant, a figure got closer and closer and appeared in front of Fu Ling.

Seeing Fu Ling's appearance, the other party was slightly surprised.

Fu Ling is really too young, but the aura emanating from Fu Ling is a real half-step god, and…

gave him a very dangerous feeling.

"Fu Ling."

Fu Ling recalled what Ling Susu taught him at the beginning, how to greet people, and said lightly.

He can also feel that the person in front of him is also a half-step god, and his breath and rhythm are exactly the same as the three words on the city wall.

"Welcome Daoist Fu to my Lingxiao City. I don't know why Daoist Fu came here?"

"Oh yes, my name is Ling Xiao, and I am quite famous in the Eastern Region."

He briefly introduced himself, and directly built a city named after him, which is indeed a bit bold.

Moreover, in Fu Ling's perception, the reason why there is no one in the area for thousands of miles, and there is no one, is because of this city.

They are all concentrated here.

"I'm here to find a craftsman, I don't know... Is there a craftsman in the city's main city?"

"Artisan?"

Ling Xiao was a little speechless, but the other party was on the same level as him, so he couldn't question it, he could only say that everyone had their own quirks.

After pondering for a moment, Ling Xiao nodded and said, "You have come to the right place, fellow Daoist. All living beings in this area of ​​thousands of miles are in my Lingxiao City. There are all kinds of people. If you want to find a craftsman, just go to the city to find them."

Fu Ling nodded, gave him a salute and thanked him, and then followed Ling Xiao into the city.

Nine days above, Yang Shou looked at Fu Ling, followed Ling Xiao into the city, and shook his head.

In his eyes, where is there any city, the two entered a place where bones were buried.

The broken city walls, inside the city, are full of corpses, all over the sides of the road.

On the city wall, the words "Lingxiao City" are not written, but... Cyan Ape City.

This is a false illusion. The only two living creatures in the city are Fu Ling and Ling Xiao.

But Yang Shou didn't find any malice in Ling Xiao, and he didn't seem to have any malice either. After entering the city with Fu Ling, he let him find the craftsman on his own.

"Fellow Daoist, my house is busy with affairs, so I won't accompany you any more. You can go to Fangshi to find it. If you need anything, you can just come through the sound transmission."

Ling Xiao was very hospitable, and after leading Fu Ling all the way, he left.

Fu Ling was walking in the city, looking at the people passing by on the side of the road, with a happy smile, and always felt something was wrong.

This smile is too fake.

In today's world, with the eight great suns in the sky and the scorching sun grilling, few people can laugh.

But...here, all the people's faces are filled with smiles and happiness, as if in this city, they don't need to worry about the destruction of the world outside, and the eighth day turns into the sky.

After thinking for a long time, Fu Ling didn't understand what they were thinking, so he stopped thinking about it, and he came to the workshop according to Ling Xiao's instructions.

Here, according to him, many outsiders have been taken in, and now the flood has suffered disaster, and on the eighth day, many creatures have come to Lingxiao City to seek shelter.

Those people were all arranged by him here, that is, the residential area.

Here, there are all kinds of occupations, Fu Ling stepped in, and soon found a blacksmith shop.

There was a shirtless old man who was pounding hard beside the fire with a big hammer.

He is forging a sharp blade.

This sharp blade was bright red and very sharp, and Fu Ling was stunned just by looking at it.

This is an ordinary knife, which is made of ordinary iron.

However, being created by this old man exudes a unique atmosphere.

Fan Dao is no longer ordinary, as if there is a spirit!

It exudes a trace of spirituality, which raises the quality of this knife to more than one level.

It's just that because the material is too ordinary, there is only a trace of spirituality in this knife.

"Sure enough, think for yourself, it is better to travel thousands of miles. There is always someone in the world who is far ahead of you on a certain road."

Fu Ling muttered to himself, although he has never been conceited, he has been immersed in learning for a long time in the art of refining, but compared with the old man in front of him, he feels that he is still too far behind.

"Young man? Want to learn to strike iron?"

The shirtless old man saw the young man staring at him for a long time, then suddenly turned his head and grinned, revealing a few scattered teeth.

Fu Ling was stunned for a moment, then nodded immediately, this was his purpose.

He came here to learn.

Today's prehistoric world can't last for too long. He must integrate the art of refining as soon as possible, and then create an artifact to shoot down the remaining seven suns!

Otherwise, it won't be long before all the human races will be destroyed!

The temperature increases by one a year, and it is still the kind with no upper limit. If it continues, the Enlightenment Realm may not be able to withstand it.

In this way, Fu Ling became an apprentice at the blacksmith shop.

The old man who struck iron said that he had no name, but he had been ironing for so long, and those who knew him called him old iron.

Nine days above, when Yang Shou heard his name, he almost spat out, and he always felt a strong sense of disobedience.

But what he said was true, Lao Tie was indeed his name.

"I didn't expect that I bumped into a bull man for the first time, but... he was already dead."

After complaining, Yang Shou sighed slightly.

If he blocked his perception and could not bear to break through the falsehood, he would be able to see the world in Fu Nao's eyes at this time.

In the old iron blacksmith's shop, he was quite impressed by this old ironsmith.

Throughout his life, he has created many magic weapons for the prehistoric world, but he is not well-known.

One of the most famous is one, and everyone knows it.

That is... Zun Zunjian!

Back then, the two Heavenly Venerates came together, forcing him to build a sword that could kill Heavenly Venerate!

He has built this sword for decades, and once it was conceived, the Heavenly Venerates who killed it were horrified!

Qingxuan Tianzun fell under this sword.

Even the Celestial Venerable Qingniu, the Celestial Venerable Creation, the Celestial Venerable Midwife, etc., have been kissed countless times by this sword, and their bodies are bruised and bruised!

Due to the limitation of materials, he did not have any famous works in his life, just like the knife that Fu Nao first saw.

He can make ordinary mortal iron into a thread of spirituality. If he is given peerless material, his achievements will be even greater, and he will not fall into the fourth calamity like he is now, and be unknown.

This is a little-known blacksmith, who doesn't even have a name, just called Lao Tie.

Fu Ling stayed in the old blacksmith's shop like this, asking for advice and learning every day, and following the old iron to strike iron.

Even though Lao Tie is with Tie all day long, his temper is not hot. On the contrary, apart from being very serious when he strikes iron, he is usually kind and approachable and has a very gentle personality.

Lao Tie has a low-key personality. No one knows his blacksmithing skills, but he is famous around the world for his original sword slashing. After that, many people came to ask for a teacher. , are like Fu Ling, starting from the apprentice.

It's just... the work of apprentices is too hard, too tiring, and there is no technical content. Those people often give up and leave automatically after three years.

Fu Ling became an apprentice and followed the old iron to strike iron every day. When the old iron was striking, he was in charge of burning the fire, controlling the heat, and observing the temperature and the state of the utensils to be made.

Fu Ling didn't show any impatience about this. Although he had emotions and desires, he was still the same as before, cold, and his emotions were invisible.

Just like that, a year has passed.

Fu Ling has been staying in the blacksmith shop, helping to burn the fire and controlling the temperature of the fire.

Lao Tie didn't mention it, and Fu Ling didn't mention it either.

In the past year, he has roughly understood what Lao Tie meant.

If you want to learn to forge utensils, you must first be familiar with the utensils. From entering the furnace, to controlling the heat, to the release of the furnace, every link in it is very important.

During this period, Ling Xiao came once, worried about what damage this half-step **** would cause to his Lingxiao City.

But he found that Fu Ling was really just practicing forging iron at the blacksmith shop, no, practicing fire burning, and in the past year, except for normal purchases, he had never left the blacksmith shop, and he couldn't help but admire it.

He suddenly felt that the other party...maybe the same type of person as him.

Stick to the heart, stick to things.

Only in this way can I endure the loneliness and dullness of blacksmithing and stay for a year.

Lao Tie knew it. After Zhan Zunjian came out, he became famous overnight. Countless people came to him for apprenticeship.

It's just that those people stayed for a maximum of three months, and then all retreated, saying that Lao Tie was hiding his secrets and only let them burn the fire.

They didn't know that Lao Tie had burned his master for 30 years before he struck the iron!

Only by clinging to things can we achieve the ultimate, Lao Tie is such a person.

I have been infatuated with refining weapons all my life, so I can create a sword of Zunzun that can kill even Tianzun!

"It's just a pity..."

Ling Xiao let out a long sigh, then turned and left.

Fu Ling is not tired, does not know loneliness, and never complains. In the old iron blacksmith shop, he concentrates on burning fire, observing the fire, and concentrating on research.

Finally, in the third year, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Lao Tie suddenly asked him to put down what he was doing and handed him a big hammer.

"After so many years, you are the first person who can last for three years."

Old Tie smiled slightly and gave Fu Ling the big hammer, and he came to the position where Fu Ling was burning the fire just now, squatted down, and started to control the heat.

"Next, Tie, I'll leave it to you to fight."

Lao Tie looked at the flames in the furnace, as if he saw his whole life.

He didn't force it, someone could be like him, burning fire for thirty years, just because of the madness about refining tools in his heart.

As long as someone reaches three years, he is willing to give it all, but this condition... After so many years, only one person can meet it.

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