After Ten Thousand Years of Forging Iron, All the Divine Weapons of the Three Realms Are at My Disposal

——The blacksmith shop that has existed since time immemorial, and the young man who has been forging iron in the shop for thousands of years—— The gift of an iron sword can determine the throne of the human world, and casual words can stop the swords of two countries. A chain becomes the supreme being in the demon world, and a broken spear penetrates the underworld of hell. In the ninth heaven, the king of gods flatters. The ancient land of Dongxian, the ancients bowed their heads. The young man was silently swinging the hammer by the stove as if there was nothing else around him. He has nothing to do with immortals, heroes and monsters, and he has no desire to live forever by cultivating Taoism. Lighting fifteen consecutive copper lamps is just to pursue the perfection of the craftsman. When he walked out of the blacksmith shop, he found that the magic weapons of the three realms were at his disposal.