Chapter 117

My brother, it seems that it's not easy now.

Jiang Han couldn't help feeling that if he could be denounced as a saint, at least he had to be a child of his own family, or it would make the saint's face go there.

At this time, after abandoning Jiutian and scolding them, he didn't pay any attention to them any more. He went straight to Uncle Ye's coffin, bowed deeply and said in secret with a look on his face: "uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't feel it in time that day, otherwise you don't have to..."

It must be that Uncle Ye's forthright character left a deep impression on Jiu Tian. At this time, standing in front of Uncle Ye's coffin was red eyed. Seeing that their young masters had bowed, they could not do so. They bowed slightly, nodded to Jiang Han, and then went away.

Ye Tiancai, a fourth-class blacksmith, was treated like he had never been treated before. Not only the Lord and the guardian God of the city came to worship in person, but also the condolence of two blood soldiers who became saints. Even if they died, they could be regarded as the light of the wind. I think the funeral in two days will shock the whole city.

But it's all going to happen in the future. Jiang Han still has a lot of words to say. I don't know if Zhu Yan has found herself and the statue of the craftsman during his absence. Maybe there won't be any problem

But now, what Jiang Han has to do is to help the eight wild wild songs revive the seven killing. After all, this matter can't be delayed any longer.

"Brother, go back and wait for me first. I'll go to Mr. Bahuang's house. I'm sure I can go back before dark. I have a lot to say to you."

"Good!" Abandon nine days nodded promise, then three people say goodbye temporarily, toward different directions.

As for the eight wild wild songs, at this moment, they become very quiet. It seems that they don't know how to express their feelings for a moment, so they just force their feelings down. After all, he has been desperate for a long time. He thought his weapon was dead, and his spirit has been dissipated by time. At present, people are dying heroes. If they can't become saints, they will live longer It's only a hundred years old. Now he's half a hundred years old. He thinks he's old. He'll go to earth with his seven killers in this little city of emperor Guang.

But now everything has changed because of Jiang Han. As long as the seven kills resurrect, it means that he is about to become a saint. Once he becomes a saint, his life will be greatly increased. Compared with the life of becoming a saint, he is just a child who has just learned to walk. For a moment, he doesn't know how to spend that time.

There are too many advantages of being a saint to say, and the resurrection of the seven murders makes him cry with joy, and double happiness comes to him. For a time, he still can't accept the eight wild crazy songs, so he can only suppress the joy in his heart and make himself calm, so that his body won't tremble slightly, and this part of the way home has become both familiar and strange.

More than ten minutes of time in the eight wild crazy song of the uneasy mood quickly slip away, he and Jiang Han two people also stood in front of the eight wild crazy song home.

It's this familiar place again. The last time Jiang Han came here, he was a little blacksmith who could only make grade 8 fine iron. But when he came back, he was already a real forger.

Now, it's another time to test Jiang Han's forging achievements, but he doesn't need to speak. Bahuang crazy song has already taken Qisha from the exhibition stand, and for the last time, he draws his sword and gently touches the whole sword body.

After all, it's a weapon that no one in the whole imperial kingdom can't revive. Even if Jiang Han is gifted, he may not be able to revive it again. If he fails, the whole seven kills will end in pieces, even if he can't leave his body.

In those days, the eight wild crazy songs were full of vigor and vitality, and they went all over the empire with the seven killers in their hands. They even killed several times when they couldn't take them. It can be said that this weapon witnessed all the brilliant moments of his first half life, and it's not too much to say that it's his close relatives.

Or live Or die!

Eight wild crazy songs also believe that their seven kill would rather be broken than just lying on the shelf waiting for rust.

They exchanged their eyes for a moment, and the eight wild crazy song carefully handed the seven kills to Jiang Han. Jiang Han, just like the eight wild crazy song just now, touched the sword body of the seven kills with his hand, carefully sensing the arrangement of the fire elements inside.

Indeed, as a fighter, there is no fire element in the outer blade of the seven kill sword, which proves that the outer layer is equivalent to scrap iron. This is also the reason why the iron trio said that the weapon can not be revived. But what they can't sense is that there is almost no wear and tear in the thickest part of the sword ridge, which can be felt from the amount of fire elements Should come out, there are still a lot of fine iron hidden there, which can be used on the blade.

Therefore, Jiang Han is not only washing the front, he wants to return to the furnace and start the front again, which is really called the resurrection in the true sense.

Make a fire!

Just after Jiang Han made up his mind, he immediately started the furnace. Because most of the ore he forged before was ore, this time he put the burning sky into the furnace to start the temperature. Almost in an instant, the terrible temperature had made many potted plants wither in the front yard of the eight wild songs.But now it doesn't matter. At the moment when the temperature comes up, the heart of Bahuang crazy song also follows, swallowing and staring at Jiang Han's every move.

"Open the box!"

Jiang Han gave a light drink and instantly raised the temperature of the stove to the highest level. Qi Sha seemed to feel that he was about to be reborn. His sword body kept shaking and made a buzzing sound.

"Seven kill Again, my old friend, for ten years Do you finally have a response? " Bahuang crazy song cried with joy. I can't believe that Qisha, who has been silent for ten years, can send out this kind of reflection again.

"I feel it, I feel it, it's telling me, thank you, I can let him down from the shelf, it..." Eight wild crazy song voice once choked, tears ran all over the face.

"Don't worry, uncle. I must revive the seven killers." Jiang Han's face is serious. After he has the feeling of blood connection with burning heaven, he can understand the mood of eight wild crazy songs more and more, so he is more determined to revive the seven murders.

With the constant pouring of Jiang Han's fighting spirit, but in a moment's effort, Qisha has quickly turned red and transparent under the high temperature.

When!

Just at the moment when the seven kills were transparent, Jiang Han's hammer also fell, accompanied by a long sound of impact, sparks splashed, and the whole body of the sword flattened.

When

Jiang Han hammered out all the fine irons on the back of the sword. He replaced the blade perfectly. What he paid attention to was quickness, accuracy and ruthlessness.

In half an hour, Jiang Han has completely replaced the whole seven kill weapon. At this time, the blade is no different from the newly made weapon.