Chapter 308: Descendants of the God of Fire
"I am Huo Shijiu, the nineteenth generation descendant of the God of Fire."
"These are a few of my useless disciples, the stove, the fire cover, the fire door, the fire hook, and the ham."
Today, the five Taoist fire workers all changed into new clothes. What surprised Zhang Yang even more was that their attitude was a little more formal than yesterday.
“I’ve heard so much about you!”
Zhang Yang bowed formally, but who would have thought that the old man who called himself Huo Shijiu would continue, "According to the rules of the trade, when forging a Xuan-grade sword, only one out of a hundred will be chosen. Therefore, Sect Leader Zhang needs to pay an additional three catties and six ounces of Xuan gold."
"no problem."
Zhang Yang readily agreed, and then took out a whole piece of 500 kilograms of black gold.
This was the ghost puppet that he and the assistant military celestial master Qian Muyun had killed together!
The sound of people sucking in their breath kept being heard, because under the sunlight, the flow of the mysterious golden light was extremely magical.
It's like coming alive.
A glimmer of undisguised greed flashed across Huo Nineteen's eyes, and he said, "It turned out to be the demon clan's ghost prince. I was mistaken. I think Sect Leader Zhang should have the other half in his hands. So, please forgive me for saying one more thing here. Sect Leader Zhang, please be careful of the demon clan's revenge!"
"Although this demon clan ghost prince is only as powerful as the Golden Core Stage, it is used by the demon clan to intimidate and control the ghost clan. Therefore, its value cannot be judged superficially. It is really strange that the demon clan usually does not release ghost princes to the front battlefield, because such a ghost prince can control a hundred ghost queens."
As Huo Shijiu spoke, he exclaimed in amazement and kept looking at Zhang Yang, as if he felt very sorry for him.
"What a pity! If I remember correctly, a master of the Spiritualization Stage in the East Region once offered a high price for a Ghost Lord, but failed to obtain one. Now, in the hands of Sect Leader Zhang, he killed him without hesitation. Tsk tsk, you know, with this thing——"
Huo Shijiu did not continue, but Zhang Yang understood and exclaimed in his heart, "Nimma, a hundred ghost queens! No wonder this thing is called a ghost man."
"Please start refining the sword!"
"Do you really want to use it to refine the sword? If Sect Leader Zhang has the other half, he can actually try to repair it. After all, it's like having a hundred ghost queens at once, all of whom are loyal and obedient."
Huo Shijiu still asked without giving up.
"I'm not interested, start the furnace!" Zhang Yang frowned and said in a deep voice.
So Huo Shijiu sighed and said no more.
Afterwards, his eldest disciple Huolu came over, picked up the five hundred kilograms of black gold, squatted in a horse stance on the open ground, and muttered something. After a while, flames flowed out from his seven orifices.
In the blink of an eye, his entire body actually turned into a burning human-shaped furnace.
This scene left Zhang Yang and all the Tianjian Sect disciples stunned, except Li Hanqiu.
"They are descendants of the God of Fire, and their bloodline carries a kind of yang fire inheritance, so this is also the special feature of the Fire Taoist. This kind of furnace refining is a kind of practice for them. The better the quality of the materials, the higher the quality of the refined tools, and the more beneficial it is to their cultivation!"
At this time, as Li Hanqiu explained, the five disciples of Huo Shijiu, Huo Gai, Huo Men, Ham Tui and Huo Gou were all integrated into the flame. Then the flame instantly rose hundreds of feet, the temperature soared to thousands of degrees, and the nearby rocks were directly melted.
"Certainly!"
At this time, Huo Shijiu suddenly took out a blue gourd and poured out a ball of blue flame. The horrible temperature immediately disappeared, and was replaced by a huge forge several hundred meters high.
What's even more amazing is that the stove, fire cover, fire door, ham, and fire hook also moved out one by one at this moment, as if it were a magic trick.
"Master Zhang, please wait patiently for three days. After three days, the sword will be ready!"
"But it's not easy to open the furnace, and it can only be opened once a year. Master, please make a decision within three days whether you want to forge other swords or beacon towers!"
Huo Nineteen said tiredly at this time.
Zhang Yang thought for a moment and said, "Then let's build twelve more beacon towers, but I'm worried that I don't have enough materials."
"Is it not enough? If the master is willing to exchange, then just give me fifty kilograms of black gold, then no matter what the master wants to build, I can take care of it!"
Huo Shijiu's old eyes suddenly became bright! "What a big tone! Can the Imperial Gold Sword be made?" Li Hanqiu sneered. He jumped forward without waiting for Zhang Yang to speak. After all, he understood the market.
"Fellow Daoist, you are joking. The Xuan-grade Imperial Gold Sword must be at least three hundred kilograms of Xuan gold. I mean, apart from that, any artifact that your Tianjian Sect can use and that is not too outrageous will do, and there is no limit on the quantity!"
Huo Shijiu spoke very confidently, because Xuanjin was so rare.
Even though Zhang Yang and Qian Muyun had an easy kill that day, they had to know that it took the demon race hundreds of years to make a ghost god. "Okay! Give me a thousand Xuan-grade swords and ten thousand ordinary-grade swords, of any type, and finally twelve beacon towers!"
Zhang Yang suddenly spoke, and everyone was stunned. It turned out that there was someone even more cruel.
"Master Zhang, please don't joke around."
Huo Shijiu almost pulled his beard off. He had never seen anyone bargain so hard! "I'll give you another fifty kilograms of black gold!"
Zhang Yang was very calm, but every word he said made people's blood rush backwards!
I've never seen such a prodigal son!
"Good! Now that you've said it!" Old man Huo Shijiu was so excited that his beard was about to dance.
"I keep my word!"
"Give me six months!" Huo Shijiu went crazy, and his five apprentices went crazy too.
Li Hanqiu was almost going crazy! Only Zhang Yang knew what he was doing. His Swordman Valley was going to be renamed Sword Tomb! One thousand Xuan-grade swords and ten thousand ordinary-grade swords were enough to change the ecology of the entire Tianjian Gate within a hundred miles.
By then, it won’t matter whether there are any strange things at the mountain gate or whether there is a protective formation.
The extremely terrifying sword energy radiation will take care of everything! Of course, this will take a long time and require a huge amount of resources.
But he has neither lack of resources nor time. Well, recovering the Black Soil Plain does not conflict with this matter.
"Anyway, if I can't survive the calamity, then I will create an opportunity for me to survive the calamity!"
This thought flashed silently through Zhang Yang's mind. At this moment, even Li Hanqiu couldn't guess what he wanted to do, because no sword-cultivating sect would do this.
This is crazy!
Zhang Yang's entire plan was to first bury one hundred thousand Xuan-grade swords, and then continuously release sword techniques and generate a steady stream of sword energy radiation by consuming spiritual energy!
These sword energy radiations will be absorbed by these 100,000 Xuan-grade swords, and gradually form a certain climate...
This is Zhang Yang’s real secret method of farming!
Well, he himself is not sure what crops he will grow in the end?
But who cares!
(End of this chapter)
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