C6 Meteorite sword

"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 …"

One of the [Mo Li San Jue] was a perfect balance between 'Strength' and 'Skill'. The sword art did not have any moves throughout the entire chapter, but it also encompassed almost all of the moves in the world. It could be unrestrained and overbearing, hacking away at the mountains and rivers, yet it could also be exquisite and profound, breaking through all kinds of techniques.

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.

In the past 10 years, Zhou Tong had almost always lived in his bedroom, in the training grounds, living in the banquets, and now that he had been grounded for 10 days, he could concentrate on his sword practice, and did not need to trouble himself to attend the banquet.

It was evening. After Zhou Tong finished training, he brought Zhou Wan’er to the banquet hall. Along the way, many of the Zhou family disciples were discussing the name 'Big Brother Zhou Lin'.

"Have you heard? Big Brother Zhou Lin went out to train and came back. "

"Isn't that so? I heard that Big Brother Zhou Lin killed a Great Desolate Beast during this trip out. "

Zhou Wan’er sat on Zhou Tong's shoulder, her small hands constantly fiddling with Zhou Tong's hair.

"Brother, Brother Zhou Lin just came back today. I heard that you beat up second brother, he seems to be very angry, and even said that he wanted to teach you a lesson or something."

"Of course he's angry, Zhou Kang is his dog leg after all. I think Zhou Kang went to complain." Zhou Tong pinched Zhou Wan’er's cheek and laughed.

"What does' dogleg 'mean?" Zhou Wan’er blinked his eyes, his face full of curiosity.

"It means little bro, or a follower."

"Oh, then I'm also your dog leg." Zhou Wan’er nodded with absolute certainty.

Zhou Tong was startled for a moment, and then laughed out loud.

The Zhou Mansion's East Courtyard banquet was especially lively today.

The originally grandiose banquet hall was now decorated with quite a few additional wooden slates. On them were written "Welcome back from your training Big Brother Zhou Lin", "Brother Zhou Lin is the strongest" and the like. It was as if a bewitching little sister was welcoming her own idol.

Zhou Tong and his sister came to the banquet hall, and still chose a corner where no one was seated. Not long after he sat down, a red-haired youth with half a head of hair walked in. Many of the younger generation members of the clan obediently followed behind him.

The man walked to the table in front of Zhou Tong and sat down right in front of him. Both of his legs went up to the table and took out a pipe to take a sip, looking like a drug addict.

"Why does every popinjay like to put his feet up on the table?" Zhou Tong laughed in disdain, he looked at the red haired youth and frowned, this man was the so called 'Big Brother Zhou Lin'.

He was the oldest among the Zhou family's direct descendants, and currently in his early twenties, he had returned from two months outside. It was said that he had killed a vicious beast and brought it back with him.

"Zhou Tong, long time no see, don't you plan to greet me?" Zhou Lin pointed to Zhou Tong with the smoking pipe in his hand and asked sinisterly.

Zhou Tong glanced at Zhou Lin, and saw that Zhou Lin was even more roguish than him, and couldn't help but want to laugh, then stood up and walked over with a cup of wine.

"Big brother, long time no see. I toast to big brother and go out to train. Thank you for your hard work."

"How could I dare to mention suffering? Who doesn't know about you, Third Brother? You train the hardest everyday. We should all learn from you."

Zhou Lin raised his glass and drank the last of the wine, before placing the wine back into the cup. The wine did not move at all.

"Big brother is making fun of me," Zhou Tong said as he glanced at the wine in Zhou Lin's glass, and curled his lips with a smile, "I am a martial cultivator, and am not as talented as big brother, so naturally I have to work hard. When I walk out of my house in the future, I will not embarrass the Zhou Family."

"Heh, face? You think you're worthy of mentioning face? "

Zhou Lin laughed in disdain, as he raised his chin and looked at Zhou Tong, "Who in the Cang Lan City doesn't know that in the main branch of my Zhou Family, there is such an outrageous cultivator like you? You think this is not humiliating enough, how can you talk about face.

"Zhou Lin, you are the oldest among your generation, you should know your limits when you speak!"

Zhou Yuchuan said coldly. Normally, Zhou Lin and Zhou Kang were close, the two of them were the same.

"Patriarch, you finally hit the nail on the head with your words."

Zhou Lin snorted, he stood up and pointed at Zhou Tong, "It is not wrong for me to say such words, but Zhou Tong, to injure a fellow clan member, are you sure you do not know your limits?"

Zhou Tong was still smiling, but the smile on his face gradually became ice-cold.