Born Almighty Warrior

"Are you the one who has no spiritual pulse in the legend of Xuezong?" With a bad smile in her beautiful eyes, Liu Xiu goes to Nanfeng and puts a jade hand on Nanfeng's shoulder, looking at Nanfeng.

Feeling the fragrance of her daughter, Nanfeng felt a ripple in her heart, and the scene on the mountain reappeared.

"Elder martial sister, I am!" However, Nanfeng just thought about it in his heart. He didn't dare to look up at Liu sleeve. He quickly stepped back and said respectfully again.

"It seems like a rumor. Maybe you are a genius. You can cultivate to eight grades without spiritual pulse." Liu Xiu continued, "since sister Wuyang has given you to miss Ben, try your strength first!"

Click!

The next moment, Nanfeng suddenly felt the ice around him. A shivering chill came from the shop.

Then, Nanfeng's eyes, is to see a cold ice jade palm, mixed with strong blood, toward himself.

There was no time to think at all. The south wind crossed his arms and tried to resist, but it seemed futile.

Under the cold ice jade palm, all the strength of the south wind was too helpless. The whole body fell directly to the ground, and then screamed.

Soon, those disciples who didn't have casting tools gathered around, but they were a little at a loss when they saw Liu Xiu's crazy abuse of Nanfeng.

The relationship between Wuyang and Liuxiu is very clear to all of them. They are not close sisters. Even if Liuxiu doesn't treat Nanfeng any more, he shouldn't be so cruel!

"Is there a festival between Nanfeng and elder martial sister Liuxiu?" Several disciples thought of it and could not help but sweat for the howling south wind on the ground.

Because Liu Xiu is famous for his fierce temper, in Xuezong, as long as he offends Liu Xiu, there is no good fruit to eat.

Hard out of the heart of a bad gas, Liu sleeve is to stop beating the south wind.

At this time, Nanfeng was already in a mess. He was dressed in clean clothes, ragged, and a handsome face, green and purple, just like a pig's head.

However, Liu sleeve's hand was measured. It only caused skin injury to Nanfeng. After a beating, Nanfeng didn't suffer any internal injury.

This can't help but let Nanfeng feel in his heart: This willow sleeve is still a little human.

"Well, it's good. It's pretty good!" Patted that pair of jade hands, Liu Xiu smiles.

"Do you see that firewood over there? I'll let you finish it tonight. There's a sample next to it, so that you can watch miss Moben's casting tomorrow." Then Liu Xiu pointed to his casting area and said.

Looking around, Nanfeng saw a pile of trees comparable to a small hill. There were 800 trees without 1000 trees, and they were all one meter thick, very hard coniferous trunks.

Hearing this, several disciples next to him turned their eyes to Nanfeng again.

"Elder martial sister Liu Xiu, I don't want to watch. I can't leave yet." Wilting turned his head, south wind is very wronged said.

At this moment, Nanfeng finally realized what it means: when you come out to mix, you always have to pay back.

"That can't do. Sister Wuyang gave you to me. How can I let you go back like this?" Liu Xiu said with a smile.

Immediately, Liu Xiu said with a smile to the next few disciples, "remember, don't help him, let alone let him leave this other courtyard, otherwise you will know the consequences."

"Elder martial sister, we understand!" Hearing Liu Xiu's command, these disciples immediately respectfully said that from their expression, they would never suffer less from Liu Xiu's sin.

"And you, remember, if you can't finish the task by tomorrow, think for yourself."

With that, Liu Xiu returned to the room, leaving Nanfeng and the disciples.

"Younger martial brother Nanfeng, although we sympathize with you, you can only finish this pile of firewood by yourself." A disciple came to Nanfeng, patted Nanfeng on the shoulder and sighed.

"Younger martial brother Nanfeng, hurry up, or elder martial sister Liuxiu will have serious consequences."

With that, the disciples returned to their casting area Only a helpless south wind was left.

Having no choice, Nanfeng went to the pile of coniferous tree trunks, picked up the axe and began to chop wood.

Because he doesn't want to let that guy have an excuse to beat himself.

As for leaving, it's impossible. Almost all the craftsmen here are the disciples of the inner gate, the warriors

In this way, in this other garden full of casting sound, there is another sound, the sound of chopping wood.

If you are careful, you can tell that there is rhythm hidden in the sound of chopping wood.

Yes, in the process of chopping firewood, Nanfeng also used the method of swallowing to practice.

Moreover, this firewood cutting is also a kind of strength cultivation for Nanfeng

It wasn't until dawn the next day that the south wind completely cut the pile of coniferous trunks into firewood. But Nanfeng found that he was not tired at all, and he was still very energetic.

"It seems that baodiankai can eliminate the fatigue of the warrior." The south wind blows slightly.Very early, Liu Xiu came.

Today, Liu Xiu is no longer a long skirt, but a refined strong clothes, but also outlines the perfect figure, curled hair, plus the heroic face, like a queen.

It is obvious that today Liu Xiu is planning to cast the ware, which can be regarded as fulfilling his promise to Wuyang.

She was not surprised to see Nanfeng chop the whole pile of firewood, because as long as Nanfeng didn't want to be beaten, the night would be finished.

"Nanfeng, in today's casting process, how much you can understand from the rhythm and artistic conception of my casting depends on yourself. Do you understand?" Liu Xiu said seriously.

For any casting master, casting is a sacred thing, so at this moment, Liu Xiu gives up all thoughts and concentrates on casting.

"I understand!" Seeing Liu Xiu's serious eyes, Nan Feng nodded heavily.

At this time, all the disciples from other schools came. Obviously, like Nanfeng, they wanted to observe Liu's sleeve casting ware.

Liu Xiu is a disciple of the five elders. His skill of casting utensils is passed down by the five elders. He is also a master of casting utensils. They will appreciate a lot when they observe him.

Soon, under the burning of the fire, the casting materials in the tripod had melted and boiled, and Liu Xiu began to build her own casting.

Ding ~ Ding.

With a rhythmic thumping sound, all the disciples nearby began to focus on the observation.

If he was to cast Baoliu's utensils for the world, it would be said that he had different experience in the process of making them for the world.

Over and over again, Liu Xiu constantly urged the method of Baodian to beat the casting ware.

In this process, all the disciples of the whole bieyuan, including Nanfeng, entered the artistic conception.