While Xie Yi was suffering from the burning inside the mountain, the high-ranking officials of the Heavy Sword Sect were also worried in the outside world.

Opening the furnace to cast a sword has always been the top priority of the heavy sword gate, and it is also one of the main directions of the ancestors and disciples of the heavy sword gate in the past dynasties, but in the past hundred years, the number of times the sword furnace has been opened is extremely limited.

From a long-term point of view, this is not conducive to the development of the entire mountain gate, but it is also thanks to the efforts of the disciples of the past dynasties.

The head of the sect was not worried about this, as early as when Ding Yiming returned, he sent someone to send the Jincheng War Readiness Order, and always swore to stand on the side of the Jincheng Guard, and at this time also undertook the heavy rule of guarding the territory.

The opening of the sword furnace requires the support of a huge amount of spiritual power, and this level of consumption is bound to use the spiritual power accumulation of the entire Yanshan Mountain Range, and the head muttered in his heart for a long time, I don't know how much spiritual power Xie Yi will consume if he refines Chengying, and whether this consumption will have any impact on the defense of Jincheng.

The entanglement and anxiety on the face of the head of the house were all seen by the senior brothers, and the madman Chu seemed to have guessed the worry of the head brother, but after thinking about it carefully, this was also a helpless move.

Xie Yi is currently one of the main combat forces of Jincheng Guard, and the loss of weapons will inevitably have a certain degree of impact on its combat power, and sooner or later there will be a battle between Jincheng and the Heavenly Demons, and the main battlefield must still be within the scope of the urban area, ensuring that the main defense forces maintain their peak combat power and balance the spiritual power storage of the Yanshan Mountain Range There is currently a disagreement, and the two can only take one of them, no matter which direction they consider from the other, helping Xie Yi to refine the sword has reached the point where it cannot be delayed.

From another point of view, Xie Yi is his own disciple, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is his son, to be honest, Chu Madman is hiding his selfishness, but this selfishness has always been dressed in the cloak of justice, others may have objections in their hearts, but no one can say that what he did was wrong.

It's just that the pressure on my side is a little greater, and I have experienced so many years of wind and waves, and now it is just a repetition of history.

People in cultivation are afraid of battle, afraid of a ball, afraid of this, afraid of that, what are you doing in practice?

The madman of Chu rushed to the top with a hot breath, and suddenly got up and quickly swept away outside the mountain gate, changing his guard.

For three days, it was impossible to distinguish between day and night in the belly of the mountain, Xie Yi knew that the blacksmith didn't know what it meant to be tired, and his fanatical eyes staring at the sword furnace were like staring at a little lover who met again after a long absence.

Until the last part of the blade turned into blood-red molten iron, the discomfort that had always been around Xie Yi finally disappeared, I don't know if this feeling disappeared, or Xie Yi had gradually adapted to the burning in the past few days, and suddenly it was gone, Xie Yi was still a little unaccustomed.

Xie Yi, who had been guarding against the demon soul all the time because he was afraid of the Chengying Devouring Lord, could finally relax and take a good rest, but at this time, on the Chengying that turned into a puddle of molten iron, he could no longer feel the slightest breath of the other party.

The most difficult stage of "Hu ......" has been completed, which is much faster than the blacksmith imagined, and the blacksmith breathes a sigh of relief, and finally did not smash the master's signboard.

"What kind of knife do you want to make?" asked the blacksmith habitually.

Xie Yi scratched his head, he never thought that the shape of the knife could be changed, in fact, Xie Yi's definition of a knife is very simple, as long as he can cut people, as for the appearance or something, I'm sorry, the rough man never has an accident.

"It was pretty good. Xie Yi said casually, but just as these words came out, the thread of blood in the sword furnace that had been merged with the molten iron melted by Chengying suddenly pulled out of the molten iron and began to draw lines along the edge of the molten iron.

"Hmm...... Huh?" the blacksmith wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, once the furnace was opened, the water and rice would not enter, this is an unwritten rule in the refining world, the interference of foreign objects will disrupt the blacksmith's own judgment on the forging of weapons, and there will be a deviation of one thousandth in accuracy, and the direction of the finished product will have a huge impact.

The eyelids that the blacksmith had just closed suddenly opened, and an incredible sensation burst out from his bloodshot pupils!

In the distant sword furnace, above the mass of molten iron suspended in the void, a crimson silk thread suddenly appeared, and began to draw a smooth line along the irregular edge of the molten iron, the line seemed to be natural, slowly and steadily advancing, and the shape of the shadow that had lost the hilt was once again drawn under the outline of the silk thread formed by the red blood.

As soon as the prototype appeared, the blacksmith turned to the ground with a pestle, and his body flew up and flew in the direction of the sword furnace, and just flew out a few meters, he was shocked back by an invisible force, the force of the shock was too strong, the blacksmith's legs and feet were inconvenient, and he took several steps back, but Xie glanced at him and caught him quickly, so he didn't sit on the ground again.

The blacksmith tilted his head and stared at Xie Yi's black face, "You kid, it's a little interesting." ”

The blacksmith's tongue kept licking his chapped lips, and the smile on his face gradually thickened, Xie Yi worked hard to outline the shape of the knife by himself, which saved a lot of time, Xie Yi was confused by praise, and could only accompany Han Xiao.

Xie Yi couldn't help in the process of refining the knife, the reason why he stayed by the blacksmith's side all the time was that he had made up his mind to fight, Xie Yi was silent on the surface, but he was also anxious in his heart.

When he left, he was happy and didn't know where to go, all the pressure on the front line was borne by Zhaohai alone, Xie Yi felt guilty in his heart, but Chengying was like a demon, without a knife in his hand, Xie Yi always felt that he couldn't exert his full strength, and refining the knife was bound to delay time, during this time, of course, the shorter the better.

"Master, I can't help with knife refining, so I can only ask you. Xie Yi solemnly saluted the blacksmith, and the blacksmith nodded to him, as if he could sense Xie Yi's anxiety.

"I originally thought it might take three months, but now it seems that it won't be that long, and the blade needs to be tempered, so I'll do it as soon as possible. ”

The sun rises and sets, the sky is dark, and the time passes day by day, Chu Madman silently calculates the days with his fingers, and finds that less than twenty days have passed.

Syllable!

Suddenly, a heavy sound of falling hammers sounded in the hearts of the people of the Heavy Sword Gate at the same time, and this loud sound shocked everyone who retreated from their cultivation state, and those who were slightly worse in cultivation were holding their chests at the moment, unspeakably uncomfortable.

Chu madman stood up for the first time and looked in the direction of the belly of the mountain behind him, this voice ......

Several figures quickly flew out of the main hall of the Heavy Sword Gate, and they all looked in the direction of the back mountain.

Syllable!

The second sound of the hammer sounded, a strong energy impact came from the direction of the back mountain, and the flowers and trees on the mountain peak were blown to the side, this time, the reverberation in the heart was much smaller than just now, and when the aftershock of the sound dissipated, everyone probably guessed what this movement was.

Why is it so fast? The madman Chu secretly wondered and wanted to go to investigate, but the sword furnace located in the belly of the mountain belonged to the forbidden place inside the door, even if his own disciple was inside, he couldn't just break in.

Syllable!

Syllable!

The sound of falling hammers became more and more intense, although it did not affect the people of the Heavy Sword Gate anymore, but the sound was extremely clear, and it floated in the mountains all the time.

At this time, in the belly of the mountain, Xie Yi was staring at everything in front of him with wide eyes, the blacksmith had not taken a step closer to the sword furnace from beginning to end, and the blacksmith who had used special techniques could actually take Xie Yi to look at the changes on the body of the Chengying Sword in the sword furnace.

The slender crutch in his hand fell as the blacksmith's arm lifted and fell, and every time the crutch of the sword furnace in the Void Point was raised, Xie Yi could see a huge armless spiritual power sledgehammer appear out of thin air in the sword furnace, and as the crutch fell, the sledgehammer smashed the body of the Chengying sword.

Syllable!

Countless debris were smashed away, the blade shook wildly, the debris did not float far, and miraculously returned to the blade on its own, the tempering of the weapon pays attention to special techniques, this Xie Yi does not understand, only feels that every time the spiritual power sledgehammer falls, the blade is one point more solid than before, in just a few minutes, the blacksmith has not known how many hammers he has swung, but the other party still continues to raise his arm and then put down the action like no one.

Xie Yi licked his lips, his eyes showed longing, the lost long knife was about to return!