C6 (1/2)

”The blade of a famous craftsman!”

Uncle Chen was the first to cry out in alarm, and following that, his alarmed cry sounded out from the group of people.

Blacksmith level weapon, what kind of concept was that? In the entire Zhou Mansion, only the clan head and the various elders could reach the level of a famous craftsman. In front of these weapons, ordinary swords and sabers were as fragile as paper.

Zhou Tong looked at the pitch black sword in his hand with satisfaction. The sword was three feet long and three fingers wide, and after a night of forging, it was finally forged into a sword. In terms of quality, the sword would definitely be at the top.

”Since it's made from meteorite, I will call you Meteorite Sword for now. Please advise me from now on.”

Zhou Tong caressed the newly crafted Meteorite Sword in his hand, his mind filled with the heroic image of Mo Li Sword. This Meteorite Sword was made completely from Mo Li's sword.

”No matter where you are, there will be a day when I find you again. At that time, I will bring you to kill all of those people that persecuted us!”

Zhou Tong held the sword in his hand and slashed out of nowhere. A sharp humming sound pierced the air and resounded within the forging room, as if the Meteorite Sword was cheering for its master.

”It's quite heavy, it's a good sword.” Zhou Tong nodded his head in satisfaction. This kind of quality could be said to be good even with qi generating state.

”Young master, can you let me see this sword?” Uncle Chen spat and walked over.

Zhou Tong laughed generously, then handed the Meteorite Sword over to the Uncle Chen: ”Of course, Uncle Chen, please. But Uncle Chen please be careful, this sword is according to my liking, I think it will be a little heavy. ”

Uncle Chen carefully took the Meteorite Sword. The moment he touched it, he was startled by the astonishing weight. When he held it with his hands, he almost couldn't hold it.

”Hiss!” This sword is at least five hundred kilograms! ” The Uncle Chen held onto the Meteorite Sword tightly as he exclaimed in shock. Even the hand that was holding onto the sword was trembling.

Hearing this, the blacksmiths were petrified. If they listened carefully, they could almost hear the sound of cracks.

If it was them, they would have to use all their strength to lift a five hundred jin sword, not to mention dancing like Zhou Tong. Almost everyone was roaring in their hearts …

This is a sword? What happened to the lightness of the sword? This was a brick used to smash people, right?

Zhou Tong grinned, holding the sword hilt with one hand, making it seem as though he had taken out a pair of chopsticks from a chopstick cage, the craftsmen's gazes followed the Meteorite Sword back into the sword sheath, then turned to Zhou Tong and swung the Meteorite Sword onto their backs and turned away, all of the blacksmiths did not know what kind of expression was on their faces.

Returning back to the training grounds, with the Meteorite Sword out of its scabbard, Zhou Tong immediately began training.

With the Meteorite Sword in his hands, Zhou Tong could finally release his hold on the sword. The pure white sword intent lightly caged the body of the sword, and with a ”ding” sound of golden jade colliding, the sword intent wrapped the Meteorite Sword like a layer of mist. The sword tip brushed past without any fancy moves, but instead, even the lonely night sky seemed to be distorted, as if it was unable to withstand the sharp edge of the sword light.

Martial skills could be roughly divided into 'strength' and 'skills'.

The moves of heavy swords, warhammers, and other weapons that had opened and closed could be considered strength.

Daggers, short knives, etc. all belonged to the category of ”techniques.” ”Daggers …” ”Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers … Daggers …”

Whether it was the martial skills or the qi-repair's techniques, they ranged from low to high, with the Zhou Clan being the strongest swordsmanship, they were only at the second level.

And now, with the support of the 'sword intent', the moves that Zhou Tong had casually used were even comparable to the skills of a lower realm fourth stage.

As his moves moved up and down, the Meteorite Sword's speed became faster and faster. On Zhou Tong's face, a joyous expression, which he had not seen for a long time, gradually surfaced. The Meteorite Sword continued to let out short buzzing sounds. On the training grounds, it was as if the man and the sword were eagerly communicating with each other, talking to each other and understanding each other.

As the night fell, in the pavilion far away, Zhou Wan’er was draped in a robe as he leaned against the window, quietly watching the people in the training grounds, his eyes filled with an intoxicating warmth.

The moonlight shone down, shining on the young man and young lady who had yet to sleep soundly. The sword light flowed away, as if it was dancing in the air; the beautiful eyes flowed as if they were the moon.

Ten days passed quickly.

To Zhou Tong, this so-called ten days of confinement were no different from normal days.