Fan Yezi is on the line.

It's not because the rice is so fragrant, it's because of the weapons.

As a great expert in casting, I can see that the Hanfeng Sword and the Hanmang Sword are completely impeccable in workmanship, even if they are refined by themselves, they may not be able to reach this level!

Master!

Absolute masters!

However, this is only two percent of the secret book left by the comprehension cadre Mo Ye!

Fan Yezi was completely shocked, completely flickered and lame!

If you learn the secrets of that couple by yourself, the casting technique will definitely have a qualitative leap!

Although Fan Yezi is respected as the first casting master today, he never thinks that he has reached the peak of the casting road, and always has the heart of an apprentice.

In fact, the dog left a bit of a lot of weapons.

Just relying on the first grade of the Han Feng Sword, combined with his own flickering, he can make Master Fan disarm and surrender.

Therefore, it is not terrible to have backbone, but I am afraid to prescribe the right medicine!

"Crunch!"

The cell opened, and the warm sunlight shone in.

Under the eyes of Dai Lu, Zhao Doudou and Yuan Gongzi, Fan Yezi was the first to leave the cell, and he was also the last to come in and get out of prison the fastest.

"Three. ”

He stopped in front of the cell door and said, "It's fate to be a cellmate, and we'll see you in the future!"

“......”

Dai Lu's eyes flickered with anger.

Lao Tzu doesn't have a spineless cellmate like you! Goodbye, goodbye!

Zhao Doudou was envious, secretly thinking, if the Monarch Sect Master took the initiative to recruit himself so much, he would definitely not hesitate to agree!

......

That day.

Fan Yezi became the master of the Foundry Hall.

So, the shock began, because there are many ordinary outer disciples in the sect, and everyone is equipped with the Han Feng Sword and the Han Mang Sword!

"Oh my God!"

"These weapons are all the same in workmanship, as if they were printed out of a mold!"

Fan Yezi wandered around the sect at will, every time he met a disciple, every time he evaluated weapons, the expression on his face kept changing.

Of course.

The so-called casting refers not only to weapons, but also to equipment and protective gear.

The inner disciple was wearing a true yang suit, and he was fighting in the martial arts arena, and the fight was fierce here, Master Fan suddenly rushed in, stuck to the disciple's body, and stroked it with both hands, shocked: "Perfect!

In the following time, the disciples of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect were very depressed.

Because of the slightest inattention, Hall Master Fan would appear in front of him, stroking his weapons and equipment wildly with his loving palm, to the point of being intoxicated!

"Ahh

In the thatched house, a male disciple who was in the tuba ran out with his pants and broke down and yelled, "How could he be here!"

The obsession with casting made Fan Yezi fall into madness, and even every time he evaluated the equipment of the Ten Thousand Ancient Sect, he would fall into a deep sense of shame.

But.

After several days of studying the armament weapon, he found a flaw.

"Sect Master. ”

In the main hall, Fan Yezi said in a deep tone: "Although the equipment you cast is perfect, after the observation of the past few days, there is still something missing. ”

"What's missing?"

"Lack of ......" Fan Yezi paused for a moment and said solemnly: "Soul!"

Jun Chang smiled and looked stunned.

Fan Yezi said: "Every weapon is inseparable from the tempering of the foundry, so after it is gathered and formed, there will be a kind of soul, but Fan Mou can't feel the existence of a soul from the equipment cast by the sect master." ”

"Although the Han Feng Sword is absolutely superior in the same quality, it still has a flaw because it lacks a trace of soul. ”

"Of course. ”

This flaw is not fatal. ”

"But if it's someone who really has a special affection for weapons, because they don't have a soul, they will affect their use, and they won't even be able to play their best. ”

The weapons and equipment of the Han Feng Sword and the Han Mang Sword are all from the Foundry Pavilion, and the quality and workmanship are impeccable, but after all, they are similar to machine production, and they have not been tempered by the foundry, and they do lack soul injection.

Plainly.

There is definitely a difference between mechanic and handicraft.

Jun Chang smiled and said: "This problem is also aware of this, but it has never been solved due to limited ability, I don't know if Hall Master Fan has a way?"

"Yes!" Fan Yezi said.

Jun Chang smiled and said, "What's the way?"

"Fan's comprehension of martial arts is not high, but he has a little talent for the way of casting, and combined with hundreds of years of casting, he has condensed the qi of casting. Fan Yezi said.

"Casting gas?"

"Cultivating martial arts has the spirit of martial arts, cultivating swords has the spirit of swordsmanship, even if it is a scholar, it can gather the spirit of the literati, and the qi of casting is related to casting. ”

Jun Changxiao understood.

Fan Yezi said: "If these weapons cast by the sect master are blessed with the qi of casting, and then reshaped slightly, they can be injected into the soul, although the power will not be significantly improved, but it can allow the user to better fit with it, so as to achieve the true unity of human and weapon!"

Specialized!

It's so professional!

Jun Chang smiled and said, "The weapons cast by this seat, especially the Hanfeng Sword, are almost one in each disciple's hand, and this will take a long time to refine and inject into the soul, right?"

"Soon. ”

Fan Yezi said proudly: "With the casting qi mastered by Fan, it is not difficult to reshape a hundred handles a day. ”

100 handles a day.

100 days is 10,000 handles!

The weapons I have refined myself over the years are only more than 100,000, and I will not be able to do it in three or five years?

Moreover, there is also a secret realm of time and space, which can allow him to enter and reshape, and the speed of injecting souls will only be faster!

"That being the case. ”

Jun Chang smiled and clapped his hands and said, "Then what are you waiting for, Hall Master Fan has begun to reshape and start injecting souls!"

Fan Yezi said: "Fan can't wait!"

The weapon forged by Jun Changxiao is perfect in quality and workmanship, but lacks a soul, which makes him obsessive-compulsive and must completely repair the defect!

......

Foundry Hall.

"Whew!"

The aura that is different from the martial arts gradually gathers in the room, wraps the suspended cold blade sword, and then penetrates deeply.

"Is this the gas of casting?"

Jun Changxiao, who was standing by and watching, was greatly surprised.

"Whew!"

After a while, the Cold Edge Sword shrouded in the aura of casting fell lightly, and then was placed on the casting platform.

Fan Yezi, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, his hands were interlaced, and his beard was flying freely under the air waves.

"Buzz!"

The casting qi released suddenly divided into two strands, and then condensed into an iron hammer form, and began to hit the cold blade sword again and again, and there was a faint clanging sound.

"I'll go!"

Jun Chang smiled and exclaimed: "Can you still play like this?"

In ancient times, there were fighting gas wings, fighting gas turning horses, fighting gas turning cattle, and now there are Fan Yezi casting gas turning hammers!

The two hammers struck the Cold Edge Sword again and again, and the casting qi that fused on the surface gradually penetrated and fused with the sword body.

Slightly.

Fan Yezi took back the casting qi.

The Hanmang Sword was reshaped, and the sword body was shrouded in streamers, as if it had taken on a new look!

"Awesome, awesome!" Jun Changxiao said with a thumbs up.

"Hey. ”

Fan Yezi sighed and said, "My understanding of the art of casting has reached the upper limit, and I can go to the next level in my lifetime, let alone inject souls into weapons, even if they inject machine spirits, it is no problem." ”

Jun Chang's eyes widened with a smile and said, "The machine spirit can also be injected?"

"Hmm!"

Fan Yezi said: "This is the level of the way of casting to enter the realm of transformation, it has been recorded in ancient books, but unfortunately no one has touched the Starfall Continent, maybe it's just a rumor." ”

Jun Chang smiled and comforted: "As long as this level exists in the world, Master Fan's strength can reach it one day." ”

"Hahaha!"

Fan Yezi laughed out loud and said, "I borrowed the sect master's auspicious words." ”

There was a little bitterness and helplessness in the laughter, because he knew that if he really had this kind of casting level, he would not comprehend it for the rest of his life with his own understanding, because that level was no less than the broken void on the martial arts, flying to the upper realm!