171: The Demon-Slaying Sword recognizes its master with a drop of blood!

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong frowned, not intending to pay attention to Chen Jintong. He directly lifted his foot, attempting to enter the Forging Ground through the entrance.

"Stop."

Chen Jintong directly spoke to block him, his figure flashing, and he abruptly appeared in Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's path, blocking his way.

He had such a personality; even when dealing with his own master, he showed no pleasant expression.

In his mind, only matters related to cultivation were worthy of his attention.

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's eyes narrowed slightly: "Chen the Madman, are you blocking me?"

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong was almost laughing from anger.

He was the dignified Chief of Heaven Sword Pavilion, the proper Senior Disciple, a Transformation Spirit Peak existence!

Moreover, he vaguely felt that Yu Jingshen had sneaked in, and as the Senior Disciple, he naturally had to keep a close eye on such suspicious individuals!

Chen Jintong's face was expressionless, his Flawless Glass Nascent Soul quietly emerging from his body, making him appear sacred and flawless.

It must be said that his Nascent Soul, like Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's, was also completely bald.

Although Chen Jintong was in the Nascent Soul Realm, his combat power index was such that even ordinary Transformation Spirit masters could not easily ignore him!

Feeling the faint battle intent emanating from Chen Jintong, Senior Brother Qin YuanTong looked towards the depths of the Forging Ground, his expression gradually becoming serious:

"Yu Jingshen has gone in."

"He is not a member of our Heaven Sword Pavilion."

The unspoken meaning was that he wanted to go in and see what Yu Jingshen was doing.

If anything happened to the Divine Sword, they might not fare well either!

"I know," Chen Jintong's eyes remained indifferent. "I also think he doesn't look like a good person.

But he has a token."

"Has a token..." Senior Brother Qin YuanTong was momentarily speechless, exasperated into laughter: "Chen the Madman, you are too pedantic!"

"Give me the token, and you can also enter," Chen Jintong extended his hand.

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong habitually reached into his embrace, felt around, and then froze:

Where was the token?

Where was his big token?

"The token isn't on me, but you understand, I have a token!"

Chen Jintong smiled faintly:

"I don't understand.

No token, then please leave."

He showed no respect for the Senior Disciple whatsoever.

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's eyes trembled, and there was a hint of gnashing teeth in his tone: "If it weren't for the possibility of you representing the Dynasty in battle, I would surely beat you up!"

"Feel free to try," Chen Jintong was fearless, his Glass Nascent Soul becoming even more ethereal and resplendent.

"...Take care of yourself."

Senior Brother Qin YuanTong gave Chen Jintong a deep look, then turned and left.

Chen Jintong still had a faint smile on his face, watching Senior Brother Qin YuanTong's retreating figure disappear.

"Senior Brother Qin YuanTong...

After all, he is a disaster."

With his murmuring words, Chen Jintong flashed and likewise entered the Forging Ground, disappearing from sight.

...

Even before Qin and Chen confronted each other, Meng Yun had already openly stepped into the Forging Ground.

The incessant clanging sounds made Meng Yun almost want to cover his ears with a soundproofing array.

Hahaha, isn't this the cultivation version of noise-canceling headphones!

Meng Yun acted immediately. With his extraordinary mental power, he easily analyzed the wavelength characteristics of the forging sounds.

Then, based on the interference effect of waves, he added corresponding waveform noise reduction to the soundproofing array.

Except for this noise, all other sounds could pass through naturally.

It only took two Kun seconds for such a noise-canceling array to appear in Meng Yun's ears.

Comfortable, now it was comfortable.

"Eighty! Eighty!"

"One hundred sixty, one hundred sixty!"

Two Divine Smiths, one wielding a large hammer and the other a small hammer, continuously pounded on the material about to be melted into the damaged part of the Demon Subduing Sword.

"What are you doing?"

Since Meng Yun had a token at his waist, no one was suspicious.

An older Divine Smith honestly said:

"Sir, you may not know, but we are hammering the new recovery liquid into the divine iron."

New recovery liquid?

Was it the kind Meng Yun understood?

Guangdong specialty, take it, take it!

Another young Divine Smith, fearing Meng Yun wouldn't understand, added: "We are using the Haotian Divine Hammer. The large hammer can pound in 160 milliliters at a time, and the small hammer can pound in 80 milliliters."

Meng Yun watched them continue to pound, marveling: "The Haotian Divine Hammer, so amazing?"

"It is said that when the Haotian Divine Hammer pounds hard, it can instantly generate a large amount of high-energy protein, never mind, you wouldn't understand anyway..."

The two Divine Smiths no longer paid attention to Meng Yun and continued with their small hammer eighty, large hammer one hundred sixty routine.

Meng Yun shook his head with a bitter smile and turned to leave.

He didn't understand? He understood perfectly well, alright.

Spaghetti should be mixed with No. 42 concrete.

Everyone in the Huanglong River area wears Bluetooth!

As he left, the inactivated demonic seed blood that he carried with him, which had already taken Meng Yun's form, was thus unknowingly hammered into the divine iron by the Haotian Divine Hammer.

In the unseen, Meng Yun sensed that his connection with this divine iron was becoming increasingly tight.

It wasn't like a blood-dripping recognition of ownership, but it wasn't far off either.

Just waiting for this divine iron to be used to repair the damaged part of the Demon Subduing Sword.

At that time, the entire sword would simultaneously receive the double buff of its original owner and blood-dripping recognition of ownership.

It would be impossible for it not to take Meng Yun's form!

Mission accomplished, job done!

Didn't Ling Lingfa just tell him to sprinkle the blood into the material?

He did it, he did it, not a single discount!

He even added a little something extra.

Meng Yun, who was benefiting from both sides and achieving a win-win situation, was in a great mood. He inspected the Forging Ground and left some of his valuable opinions.

Meng Yun: "When you eat, you must eat with your mouth!"

The Divine Smiths cheered: "Oh oh oh!!!"

Meng Yun: "When you swing the hammer, you must use your hands!"

The Divine Smiths leaped with joy: "Oh oh oh!!!"

Meng Yun: "All labor achievements belong to every citizen of the Dynasty!"

The Divine Smiths were in tears, raising their hands high: "Oh oh oh!!!!"

Meng Yun, like the sun, turned and left, leaving behind his eternal, dazzling legend.

Just as Meng Yun was almost stepping out of the Forging Ground, an unexpected figure suddenly appeared before him.

Meng Yun's eyes narrowed sharply: "Saint Golden Toad??"

Chen Jintong looked at Meng Yun, startled by his words, and blurted out: "Eastern... Eastern... Eastern..."

Then he got stuck.

Meng Yun's heart skipped a beat: "The red sun rises in the east, its great path full of radiant light?"

Oh no, don't let this bastard get stimulated and remember things from his previous reincarnation!

Interrupted by Meng Yun, the fleeting clarity vanished instantly. Chen Jintong said indifferently: "Yu Jingshen, what are you doing here?"

"Visiting, the Princess gave me this token, how about it, doesn't it look good?" Meng Yun flaunted the token, a smile on his face.

"Hmph, you'd best be careful," Chen Jintong's eyes narrowed slightly, carefully examining the token for a moment before finally shifting his gaze:

"You will represent the Nascent Soul Realm in battle."

Meng Yun: "What? Aren't you the Nascent Soul Peak!"

What kind of talk is this!

Meng Yun still wanted to carry out the sign-in stream to the end, only showing his face after reaching Transformation Spirit!

Chen Jintong smiled faintly: "Senior Brother Qin YuanTong is too annoying. I'm preparing to break through to Transformation Spirit, then kill him, and represent the Transformation Spirit Realm in battle."

The indifferent words were softly spoken, but the information conveyed within them made even Meng Yun feel a chill.

This guy?

But sharing such intelligence with him, was Chen Jintong's brain really okay?

Or was it—

??!

With a faint doubt, Meng Yun looked at Chen Jintong again.

The other party had already turned his head away, no longer paying attention.