However, in the refining chapter, the refiners of weapons use the fire of the True Yuan. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

There should also be a refining furnace as a tool to cooperate. Finally, it is forged and formed under the control of a powerful divine sense.

And the lowest level of weapons that have been refined can also be called magic weapons.

Even the lowest-level first-order magic weapon is much sharper than the so-called divine weapon used by ordinary people.

Ye is not only in the Triple Realm of Qi Refining, but if he wants to refine a magic weapon, he must at least wait until he has true fire and cultivates his divine sense before he can barely proceed.

Now in this situation, it is impossible to do what is said in the refining chapter, and the shape of the knife alone is difficult for Ye Bufei.

If it is directly cast with a mold, then this Xiao Li flying knife is just a blade made of ordinary modern technology, and Ye Bu does not need an ordinary knife.

Therefore, you have to build, temper and sharpen this knife yourself.

Only the knife created by oneself can understand it best, and only when it is used can it be used to communicate with the heart and knife, and finally achieve the superior state of the unity of the human knife.

However, Ye Bufei didn't know anything about casting knives, and after thinking about it for a while, Ye Bufei's eyes lit up.

Early the next morning, the gang went straight to the house of Master Chen Kanghuai, an old blacksmith in Lion City who had washed his hands and had been eating for more than ten years.

With the development of modern casting technology, the production of a knife directly pours molten iron into the mold, which can be formed in less than a few minutes.

For this reason, the traditional iron-striking technology has basically lost its survival space under its impact.

And the blacksmith shop only has a sporadic existence in some remote towns. As for this craft, it is almost lost.

In the past, because of the mold problem of the casting factory, Ye Bufei had heard of Master Chen Kanghuai, but he had never had the opportunity to visit him.

The taxi shuttled through the alley for a long time and finally stopped at a large stone yard, although the yard occupies a considerable area, but the moss crawling on the fence and the granite rocks showing black spots tell people that the yard building is not shallow.

After paying the money and looking up, the courtyard gate and door frame were actually made of iron, but the vicissitudes of time made this magnificent iron gate rusty.

However, on the door frame, there are two words engraved on the frieze - Iron King.

It is said that the title of 'Iron King' has been passed down by the Chen family for more than ten years, and it can be traced back to the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. The guy patted the dust off his clothes and slammed the iron ring on the door.

The small door creaked and opened with a screeching sound, revealing a small head and asking, "Who are you looking for?" ”

"I, Ye Bufei, have come to find Chen Tiewang's senior." Ye Bufei said very politely.

"My grandfather stopped striking iron a long time ago." The little head said that he was about to close the door.

"You're wrong, I'm here to treat him." Ye Bufei shook his head as Lao Tzu is a wonderful hand holy doctor.

This guy has already inquired clearly, Chen Kanghuai, the old man, has a strange temper.

Jinpan washed his hands not because he was not skilled in striking iron, as the heir of the Iron King, no matter how bad he was, he still had to eat.

For example, some retro swords and guns still need to be made by hand. For example, swords, knives and guns in film and television dramas.

The key is that this old man has a leg disease, so there is no way to wash his hands with iron.

Later, some people went to ask for iron tools, but they all ate the closed door.

"Grandpa, the doctor is here." The little brain melon was really fooled, and he shouted towards the courtyard.

"Is it Dr. Li, please let him in." A slightly hoarse voice came from the courtyard.

So, Ye Bufei stepped into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, an old man with a white beard was found reclining on a bamboo chair, holding a teapot and drinking morning tea.

"Doctor Li ...... so early" The old man put down the teapot and turned his head to look, probably seeing that it was not Dr. Li, he immediately choked back in the second half of the sentence, frowned, and asked loudly, "Who are you?" ”

Ye Bufei was stunned for a moment, but the old man's voice was full of anger. Just by listening to this voice, you can know that the breath contains a lot of internal qi.

Could it be that this old man is still a martial artist?

Thinking of his iron-striking skills, iron-striking requires strength.

Especially the people who can be called the 'Iron King', how can they make exquisite iron weapons without a lot of strength, and eighty percent have also practiced martial arts.

Ye Bufei thought like this in his heart, his eyes quickly glanced around the old man's thigh a few times, and then, his face was a little shocked, and he hugged his fist, and said, "Kid Ye is not wrong, he is here to ask for skills." ”

"Skill, hehe, joke, and there are still young people willing to learn this outdated craft?" Chen Kanghuai smiled, glanced at Ye Bufei, and said, "Young man, let's go back." There is no rush in the work of striking iron. It's useless to learn, not to mention, it's too difficult to learn. There is no one who can't learn in ten or eight years. ”

"Boy, I have the ambition to learn this traditional job, is Master Chen willing to take it into the coffin? This is our traditional Chinese skill, you can become a sinner for thousands of years if you are lost, are you worthy of your ancestors? Ye Bufei asked bluntly and sharply.

"You are a bad person, I beat you, and you dare to curse my grandfather to die early." The little brain melon is smart, clenched his fists and puffed out a picture of wanting to hit people.

"What sinners through the ages, what forget ancestors, I, Chen Kanghuai, already have a few disciples, worthy of the motherland, worthy of the people, and worthy of our ancestors." Chen Kanghuai was a little annoyed, picked up the tea and motioned to his grandson, who was only eight or nine years old, and said, "Chen Jun, send off guests." ”

"Hehe, you're worthy of them, but you're sorry for your old cold legs. Don't talk about it, just get out of here. Ye Bufei dragged the next sentence, turned around and was about to leave.

Naturally, this guy is playing a trick to get away with.

"I've seen a lot of your tricks, don't you have an army of you? It's useless, and if it can be cured, it doesn't have to drag on for more than ten years. "Chen Kanghuai is an old fox, and he can see through what Ye Bufei is playing at a glance.

"Hehe, the cold is in the heart and not in the legs. The heart is connected to the legs, and the legs are cold without illness. Ye Bufei sneered twice and continued to walk.

"Wait." Chen Kanghuai's voice came from behind.

"What, do you want to cure it?" Ye Bufei didn't turn his head back.

"I don't understand what you're talking about. However, you can sit down and have tea with me and make small talk. Chen Kanghuai said.

"You know in your heart, why talk to me. I don't have to talk to you if you don't have sincerity, boy. Ye Bufei said and continued to leave.

"Your Excellency has such a big breath, if more than ten years ago, you would have thrown it out directly with a blue nose and swollen face." At this time, a middle-aged man with a thin face and a cold face walked out of the stone house.

"More than ten years ago, Master Chen had a large number of customers.

He is a master, of course, he can do whatever he wants.

But what about now? The door can be dismissed, and moreover, he is too stubborn and refuses to admit defeat.

I made myself so embarrassed for the sake of gambling.

Times are different, and we must all have the courage to admit our mistakes.

Those who don't even dare to admit this are real cowards. Ye Bufei suddenly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man with blazing eyes.

"Boy, you don't talk greedily, my dad has walked more bridges than you have walked. What kind of thing are you, Mao didn't grow up and dared to teach my dad a lesson. Who are you to say that about him? Hurry up and get out, otherwise, I'm too happy to be welcome. Chen Taile said fiercely.

"Taile, please invite Mr. Ye into the house." At this time, Chen Kanghuai suddenly said, Chen Taile was stunned, stared at his father and said, "Dad, what should we ask him to do with this kind of wild boy who has no manners?" ”

"Taile, he's right, it's Dad's mistake. I used to be very stubborn and didn't want to admit it. Now that I think about it, I really made the wrong decision. Otherwise, it wouldn't have made people who are not ghosts and ghosts now, and even have to be helped to walk. Chen Kanghuai said.

"Dad, what the hell is going on?" Chen Taile looked dazed.

"Taile, you help me into the house and talk. And Mr. Ye, please come into the house as well. Chen Kanghuai said, and soon the three of them entered the house.