Weapon Master

In the depths of the Sword Crafting Valley, hundreds of figures had once again gathered in one place. A burly, black-clothed man looked suspiciously at the blue-robed young man beside him.    

"Absolutely!" The blue-robed man nodded without hesitation.    

"We've already searched inside and outside the Sword Crafting Valley for a few days, but we didn't find any traces at all. Could it be that those two Celestial Clan people are just passing by?"    

The black-clothed man frowned, puzzled.    

Compared to Devil Clan, humans had a much better relationship with Celestial Clan, but even so, there were very few traces of Celestial Clan users. It was impossible for two people from the Celestial Clan to appear above the Sword Crafting Valley for no reason, not to mention the two people were carrying a large number of wooden boxes in a net.    

When the news travelled back to the Dragon Spring Town, many of the Martial Warrior s were ready to make their move.    

The people from Celestial Clan had brought so many wooden boxes to the Sword Crafting Valley. It was very likely that they had found some kind of treasure, and it was even a large number of treasures! So, there were several hundred people gathering around to search this area. They wanted to find out what happened. If there really were treasures, perhaps everyone could get a share.    

However, in the past few days, everyone had split into dozens of groups and searched both inside and outside the Sword Crafting Valley. However, they didn't find anything.    

Not only was there no trace of the two Celestial Clan people, there were also no new traces on the ground.    

"They shouldn't be passing by. I saw them enter the Sword Crafting Valley with my own eyes." A handsome man in white couldn't help but shake his head.    

"That's strange, could it be ?"    

The black-clothed man pinched his beard and muttered. However, before he could finish, he was interrupted by an exclamation: "Everyone look, what's that?"    

Everyone subconsciously followed that person's gaze and saw a beam of fiery red light suddenly appear above the cliff at the deepest part of the Sword Crafting Valley. It shot up into the sky like a pillar of smoke, and immediately after, a terrifying aura that caused one's soul to tremble filled the air.    

In that instant, everyone was shocked into silence.    

In the time it took for a dozen or so breaths, the beam of fiery red light dissipated, and the terrifying aura that filled the air also disappeared. Moments later, the dumbstruck crowd finally awoke from their stupor. Shock was written all over their faces, and the sounds of saliva being swallowed and cold breaths being sucked rang out one after another.    

After a long while, the blue-robed man said hesitantly, "Is there some sort of treasure hidden there?"    

"It looks like a sword?"    

The black-clothed man shuddered and came back to his senses, "Could it be that a treasure sword is about to appear in the cliff?" When he recalled the red glow that had appeared above the cliff just now, he realized that it was clearly a longsword. Furthermore, its design was extremely exquisite.    

"Whoosh!"    

In the next moment, the black-clothed man's mind stirred, and he shot forward. The other hundred people also seemed to wake up from a dream and rushed forward ?    

"The Flame Dancing Sword succeeded?"    

Inside Forging God Cave, Feng Ming's voice trembled as his beautiful eyes stared straight ahead.    

At this time, Tang Huan was holding a fiery-red long sword in both hands. On the crystal clear sword's body, it was flowing with light and overflowing with color, and countless lines materialized from the Spiritual Array were like spiraling flames, agile and agile, like countless small elves, causing this sword to seem to possess a life of its own.    

However, the aura emitted from this incomparably agile longsword was as violent and blazing as a raging fire.    

"Fortunately, I didn't fail you!"    

Tang Huan smiled, raised both of his hands slightly, and threw the newly forged Flame Dancing Sword over.    

In an instant, it was as if she was in a furnace, but she did not feel uncomfortable at all. On the contrary, like a spring breeze, she felt relaxed and happy, and a spirit seemed to encircle around her, extremely comfortable.    

He caressed the sword again and again, unable to let go of her.    

"Don't you want to try fusing them?"    

Tang Huan said with a smile. Even though he was feeling a bit tired, there was an unconcealable joy and excitement between his brows. Before he made his move, Tang Huan was full of confidence, but in his heart, he was worried that his attempt would fail.    

Furthermore, the entire process of forging the Divine Weapon was extremely perfect.    

"How do we fuse them?" Feng Ming said in a daze.    

"Just use your blood." Tang Huan laughed.    

"Blood?"    

Feng Ming reflexively held up his left index finger and middle finger, pressing them against the sword. In the next moment, dark red blood seeped out from the tip of his finger and seeped into the sword.    

Immediately after, a look of surprise appeared on Feng Ming's face.    

At this moment, she suddenly had a strange feeling, as if the sword in her hand had turned into a hungry infant, desperately trying to suck out her mother's milk. With a thought, Phoenix's Cry continued to move without any hesitation. Blood continued to flow from the wound.    

The Flame Dancing Sword was like a Taotie, absorbing more and more blood. The originally crystal clear fiery-red sword was gradually enveloped in a layer of blood.    

As time passed, the layer of blood became denser, and even rose up, like a ball of mist, completely covering the Flame Dancing Sword.    

After a long while, Feng Ming finally realised that the Flame Dancing Sword was no longer absorbing blood, and slowly raised his left hand. But at that moment, Feng Ming was surprised to find that the ball of blood mist was quickly entering his right palm, but the Flame Dancing Sword did not disappear.    

After two or three breaths of time, the blood mist and the surrounding Flame Dancing Sword had completely disappeared from Phoenix's Cry Palm.    

After sensing it for just a moment, Feng Ming clapped his jade hands and laughed excitedly: "It's gone in, it really went in, right at my Dantian, Tang Huan, look!"    

While speaking, a thought flashed through his mind, and a ball of red light shot out from his right palm. In that moment, the Flame Dancing Sword appeared. Following that, with another thought from Phoenix's Cry, the Flame Dancing Sword once again entered the palm of his hand. After disappearing for a short period of time, the Flame Dancing Sword had already entered and exited five times.    

At this moment, Phoenix's Cry was like a child who had obtained a beloved toy. He was beaming with joy.    

Looking at her cheerful movements, Tang Huan was also infected. With a smile on his face, he said, "This Divine Weapon is perfect, the only flaw is that the soul of the 'Three-Headed Dragon Wolf' is not compatible with the 'Flame Dancing Sword'. However, this does not matter, as time passes, the 'Three-Headed Dragon Wolf' will become completely accustomed to the 'Flame Dancing Sword'.    

Feng Ming didn't really care about the flaws Tang Huan had mentioned, as he nodded continuously and smiled merrily: "With a Flame Dancing Sword in my hand, even if it's the Devil Lord Fentian, I still dare to fight with it."    

"Alright."    

Tang Huan clapped his hands, "This is my first time giving it to you, how do you plan to thank me?"    

Feng Ming was startled, he suddenly kept his Flame Dancing Sword and floated in front of Tang Huan, his arms wrapped around his neck, and then quickly moved his lips, his eyes moved, revealing a charming smile that could move the world: "Tang Huan, how about I give my first time to you?"