Think of it, do it!

Thinking of the flying sword, Ye Feng collected his mana, put the silver needle into the storage ring, and then stepped on the accelerator and rushed to the grocery market.

After a short while, he walked out of the grocery market with a pile of blacksmith supplies in his arms and went straight to the courtyard house.

Jiang Yixue and he came back from Yudu in a hurry, so Wang's mother was still on vacation, and the villa was extremely deserted.

However, this was also exactly what Ye Feng wanted, he took off his coat, moved the pile of blacksmith supplies out of the trunk, and then built an iron furnace for forging in the middle of the yard.

After all the charcoal was burned and burned red, Ye Feng used spirit stones to spread a spiritual fire array around him.

In this scene, if the other ancient martial artists saw Ye Feng striking iron with the spirit stone they had always dreamed of, they would definitely accuse Ye Feng of destroying the heavens.

But for Ye Feng, compared to a few spirit stones and flying swords, it was really not worth mentioning.

What's more, in the Valley of Death, there is still a whole spiritual vein waiting for him to excavate, what is it to use up a few spirit stones at this moment.

After the furnace fire was burning, Ye Feng threw the 10,000-year-old cold iron and star-patterned steel into the fire, and when they melted into a ball, he began to swing and smash it with a hammer.

Striking iron is a hard work, and only by hammering hard can the impurities in the material be broken up and the flames burn away.

And Ye Feng, who has just broken through, is the most important thing he lacks is strength, and the hammer weighing forty or fifty pounds is in his hand, just like a child's toy.

In the blink of an eye, the courtyard sounded with a clanging sound.

When it was smashed to rise, Ye Feng felt hot all over, so he simply took off his shirt completely, and swung the hammer violently with his upper body, smashing the molten iron melted together by the ten thousand years of cold iron and star-patterned steel, smashing it into the prototype of a flying sword.

Squeak!

And just when Ye Feng was in full swing, the door of the guest room was suddenly pushed open, and then Wei Qingxuan, who was wearing a silk pajamas and had a slender figure, walked out of it with an unhappy look on his face.

"Ah, what are you doing here?"

Pushing the door and seeing Ye Feng smashing iron with his bare arms, Wei Qingxuan's sleepiness suddenly disappeared, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Why is this woman here?

Ye Feng was startled when he heard this, he almost didn't throw the hammer in his hand, and after seeing that it was Wei Qingxuan, he chuckled: "You shouldn't ask me about this sentence, I should ask you, right?" If the owner is not at home, and you go to someone else's house to sleep, this is considered a thief, right?"

The moment the words came out, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but light up.

The silk pajamas are lightly ironed and worn on Wei Qingxuan's body, reflecting her perfect and beautiful figure in a rare situation in the world, especially the two plump balls that are about to come out, which makes people's hearts hot.

"Hmph, before you appeared, I had the key to Yixue's house, as long as I wanted to come here to sleep, I could come at any time!"

Wei Qingxuan pursed her lips disdainfully, then looked at Ye Feng and said suspiciously: "Do you have the strength to use nowhere, strike iron in this place!"

"Is there no place to use the strength, you just keep your eyes open and watch!"

Ye Feng grinned, grabbed the hammer and smashed it again.

"Just look, I don't believe you can still smash this pool of molten iron into a flower!" Wei Qingxuan snorted, turned around and went back to the house to put on a down jacket, leaned against the door, and stared at Ye Feng with a playful expression.

Knock! Knock!

With a thud, countless impurities turned into sparks and flew out of the molten iron.

It's just that the material of 10,000-year-old cold iron and star-patterned steel is special, far from being comparable to ordinary iron, it is not easy to melt, and it is even more difficult to forge it, even if Ye Feng has great strength, but after a hammer, there is still a layer of fine beads of sweat on his body.

But it's good that he doesn't sweat, but when he sweats, Wei Qingxuan's face can't help but feel a little hot.

Iron striking can be said to be the most important thing to show the masculinity of men, especially like Ye Feng who is shirtless at the moment, and his well-defined muscles are densely covered with beads of sweat, which shows the unique masculinity of men to the point of no return.

Such a man is a real man, and those little fresh meat on TV are just vases!

Seeing Ye Feng's beads of sweat splashing with the sparks, Wei Qingxuan, who had always had a habit of cleanliness, not only did she feel disgusted, but felt that the scene in front of her had an extremely attractive and strange beauty, which made her eyes unable to take her eyes off.

With the hammering, the impurities in the 10,000-year-old cold iron and star-striped steel were all eliminated and became pure.

And that puddle of molten iron gradually appeared in the prototype of a sharp sword.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng threw the hammer in his hand, then used his mana and carefully began to outline the formation pattern in the sword body.

The existence of the formation pattern is the biggest difference between a flying sword and an ordinary sword.

Without a pattern, adding more precious refining materials can only make it sharper, but with a pattern, a flying sword can become magical from the mundane, just like an ape man who learns to walk upright from crawling, and has more possibilities.

With the addition of the formation patterns, the prototype of the flying sword became clearer and clearer, and the molten iron that formed the prototype of the flying sword became clearer, and although it was not opened, it exuded a sense of sharpness outward.

How could the sword he fought be completely different from the swords he had seen before?!

Wei Qingxuan looked at Ye Feng who was constantly sketching on the prototype of the flying sword with his hand in confusion, his eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't understand why with the change of Ye Feng's hands, this sword embryo would change so drastically.

The depiction of the formation, whether it is mana or telekinesis, consumes a lot.

After just half an hour, even Ye Feng was so tired that his face was a little pale, and his mana was empty.

However, his eyes were getting more and more excited, because he knew that his flying sword was about to come out.

Zheng!

After another half an hour passed, the sword embryo suddenly let out a clear trembling sound, and in an instant, all the coals in the furnace were extinguished, and a flying sword more than two feet long gradually took shape.

Without thinking, Ye Feng bit the tip of his tongue violently, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the flying sword.

Laugh at!

With the sound of water being burned by high temperatures, the flying sword in the iron furnace suddenly flew up and was suspended in front of Ye Feng's eyes, and the silver-white sword body emitted a brilliant silver light.

And the light was not dead, but it was spitting like a living thing.

This...... What's going on...... How could a sword fly on its own......

The unbelievable picture in front of her already made Wei Qingxuan feel that her self-proclaimed rational and never gaffe-like brain was about to stop spinning. She rubbed her eyes vigorously to confirm that what she saw in front of her was not a hallucination, but something that was actually happening.

"Come!"

Ye Feng made a move, and the flying sword immediately flew down into his palm.

When the two touched, a feeling of blood fusion suddenly surged from the bottom of Ye Feng's heart, and what he was holding in his hand was not a sharp sword made of metal, but a part of his arm that was extended!

(End of chapter)