Above the blacksmith shop, there was a flash of lightning like a mad tornado, forming a churning vortex, and the true energy was condensed and did not dissipate, which was horrifying.

Many monks on Wanhua Island came out of their residences and stared at the blacksmith shop in the air with a look of surprise and doubt.

"What's going on? How could such a terrifying thunder and lightning be heard in a blacksmith shop?"

"Perhaps some powerful senior is practicing some technique, but what kind of technique can have such a powerful aura?"

"Listen, this is... the sound of iron hammering. Could it be that a craftsman is forging a weapon? Judging from the momentum, another spiritual weapon may have been born."

"I don't know which Grandmaster is forging the weapon. It's a pity that we have no chance to see him. At this time, I'm afraid we must not disturb him. If we disturb the Grandmaster's weapon forging, on Wanhua Island, the Grandmaster will be angry, and we can't afford it!"

…

Everyone looked at the violent celestial phenomenon in the sky in amazement and doubt. The sound of blacksmithing like a violent storm came one after another, like a hammer falling on the heart, making people feel suffocated.

There came waves of even more violent and fiery air in the air, rolling and illuminating everyone's confused faces.

At Wanhua Tower, Lu Baichi and the cultivator appeared in the crowd, staring at the sky in the air, and said in a deep voice: "As expected of a master-level expert, this kind of sky phenomenon is unique even in Huashan Blessed Land, below the master level."

The monk nodded and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Wanhua Island to have so many hidden talents. When this senior finishes refining the weapon, you and I can pay him a visit and make friends with him."

Lu Baichi laughed loudly and said, "This time, I found that there are indeed people better than me in this world. I must make friends with such a master. When the time comes, you and I should be more respectful so as not to offend the senior... Hey, that is Wang Meiling, the spiritual princess of the Wang family. I didn't expect that even she would be alarmed."

Not far from the two of them, the charming woman who had met Yang Zhen once before was standing there. She was still wearing a long gown with enchanting light gauze, which caused quite a stir.

The middle-aged man beside her said hesitantly, "How come there is a master-level figure in this blacksmith shop?"

Wang Meiling pondered for a moment, her delicate and lively phoenix eyes flashing with doubt, and asked, "Has another weapon refining master come to Wanhua Island in the past few days?"

The middle-aged man shook his head and said, "No weapon refining master came. Perhaps it was one of the weapon refining masters on Wanhua Island."

Wang Meiling shook her head and said, "All those weapon refining masters followed Gu Lao to the Sea Dragon Pond. There shouldn't be any masters left out here. This is a strange thing. Could it be that... there is a weapon refining master who is going to break through to the Grandmaster level?"

The middle-aged man was startled when he heard this, and with a look of doubt and uncertainty, he nodded and said, "It is possible, Miss. If this is true, we might as well make friends."

Wang Meiling chuckled and said, "Of course. How could the Wang family neglect such a senior at such a critical moment in Wanhua Island? It just so happens that there is nothing else to do, so you and I will wait here for a while."

The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "That's good. Waiting outside is enough to prove the sincerity and attitude of my Wang family."

Wang Meiling nodded and looked thoughtfully at the increasingly intense strange phenomenon in the world.

More and more monks came to the vicinity of the blacksmith shop, almost surrounding the entire street.

Wanhua Island now has gathered all kinds of cultivators, and even many powerful people in the Lianxu period have arrived. At this time, no one would rashly rush in, even if they wanted to.

Many people have guessed now that there might be a weapon-refining master inside who is breaking through and is about to become a weapon-refining grandmaster. At this critical moment, if anyone approaches, he will probably be blocked by other cultivators.

It is difficult to help a weapon master, but helping him to protect the law before he becomes a weapon master is definitely the best way to leave a good impression on him.

Everyone stared quietly at the thunder dancing wildly in the air, each with their own thoughts.

…

Inside the blacksmith shop, Cheap Cat and the master chef stared at the nearly crazy Yang Zhen in amazement, their eyes wide open with a look of disbelief.

"Kung Fu?" The master chef looked at the mean cat blankly and said, "Aren't you just forging iron? Can forging iron create Kung Fu?"

The mean cat sneered and said, "There are thousands of great ways in the world. Let alone refining weapons, even farming and gardening can help you comprehend the great ways. Once you have an epiphany, you can call the wind and rain. What's that?"

The master chef seemed to understand what he heard, and said with some concern: "The young man doesn't seem to be in good condition. With such a big noise, what if someone breaks in and disturbs him?"

The mean cat laughed strangely, closed his eyes for a moment, and then said, "Don't worry, there are probably thousands of people waiting outside now, and no one dares to barge in casually."

With the mind of the cheap cat, it was easy for him to analyze the thoughts of the people outside. He was amazed and lay on the ground, staring at Yang Zhen intently.

Dang! Dang! Dang! The hammer in Yang Zhen's hand struck faster and faster. Every time the hammer fell, it seemed as if he had poured all his strength into it. However, when the next hammer fell, it had a much higher force, as if it was endless.

At this time, the power in Yang Zhen's body had exploded. Every inch of muscle in his body was stretching violently. The seemingly chaotic hammer made a sound that revealed a breath of nature that was in line with the way of heaven.

The master chef stared at Yang Zhen intently, his eyes becoming brighter and brighter, and said in shock: "This... this hammer method..."

Every time Yang Zhen raised the hammer, the transfer of power from his heels to his shoulders could be seen inch by inch with the naked eye. The violent power made the master chef's blood boil.

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At this moment, Yang Zhen suddenly closed his eyes, let out a low shout, and his hands moved even faster, with the clanging sounds becoming continuous.

Connected with the sound were Yang Zhen's hands and arms. Every time he raised the hammer and dropped it heavily, he left a series of phantoms in the air.

Boom! Yang Zhen's aura completely exploded, and he seemed to be in a frenzy. A strong wind blew around him, and the air waves rolled. At the beginning of the riot of his true energy, his hammer method was completely disordered and turned into a mess.

"happy!"

Yang Zhen suddenly shouted loudly, and his whole body began to move vigorously. The huge hammer in his hand was no longer limited to the star iron on the chopping board. For a moment, strong winds blew and thunder danced wildly.

As the huge waves rolled, everything around the blacksmith shop was shaken to pieces.

The violent air waves swept in all directions. The mean cat cried out strangely and hurriedly dragged the master chef away from Yang Zhen by two feet.

"Hey, this, this... what is this young man doing? He is so strong that he is about to tear down the old man's blacksmith shop."

The master chef said with a worried look on his face, "Is the young man okay?"

The mean cat shook his head, stared at Yang Zhen and said, "It's okay, it's almost over!"

Boom! Yang Zhen slammed his hammer heavily on the chopping board, and the hard star iron instantly shattered into countless pieces.

The hammer shadow disappeared, the celestial phenomena gradually subsided, and after the surrounding air waves subsided, everything returned to calm.

Yang Zhen's eyes flashed like lightning. He took a deep breath, laughed and said, "Great!"

The group of people outside were all stunned. They looked at each other at the blacksmith shop which had suddenly become quiet, with bewilderment on their faces.

"This... failed?"

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