Chapter 510: Sword Forging
Seeing the eagle rushing towards him, Su Yuan was still sitting there, and asked with a faint expression, "Don't you want to recognize me as the master?"
The eagle roared in mid-air, "I recognize you as .lΔ"
Hearing this, Su Yuan nodded and said, "I don't have such an unangry descendant. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biqugeγ infoβ
Seeing that Su Yuan still dared to ridicule himself, Beiying was even more furious, and at that moment, all the high-level cultivators of the Scattered Immortals were scattered, and the entire thatched hut suddenly surged, flying sand and stones.
The man in the sword-casting room had already been hiding far away, and when he saw that Beiying was so majestic, he immediately flattered him again: "Senior Brother Beiying is so strong in cultivation." β
Although he shouted, as the high-level cultivation of the Scattered Immortal attacked, the man was not stable at all, and immediately rolled out.
However, despite the strong wind, Su Yuan sat there without moving, and even when the wind reached Su Yuan's side, it immediately stopped.
It's just that under the fury of the eagle, he completely ignored these and pounced on Su Yuan at the moment.
But just when the eagle just swooped down, I saw Su Yuan flick the chain in the same way, and smashed it at the eagle again.
Beiying suffered this loss and wanted to dodge, but it was too strange, no matter how he dodged, he couldn't dodge at all, and he was still around his neck like last time.
The eagle only felt a tightness in his neck, and was suddenly torn off from the air, and knelt on the ground with a "plop".
This time, Beiying immediately learned to be smart, and before Su Yuan could tighten his chains, he immediately shouted: "Master, I know it's wrong, I know it's wrong." β
Hearing this, Su Yuan really didn't tighten the chains, but nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, this is a bit of a slave." β
At this time, the person in the sword-casting room had just rolled to the corner, and at this time, he couldn't help but be stunned when he saw that Beiying was caught again, and he opened his mouth to call Su Yuan the master.
But when he thought that Su Yuan had actually accepted a high-level monk of the Scattered Immortals as a slave, he was envious in his heart.
At this time, Su Yuan ordered to the eagle, "Open the chain for me." β
At this time, the chain was put around his neck, and the eagle did not dare to refute, although he was not convinced in his heart, he said: "Master, only by casting ten flying swords and inserting them into the lock one by one, can the chain be opened." β
Speaking of this, Beiying secretly said in his heart: When you let me go, I will leave immediately, and I will never come back, and I will not order anyone to bring you food, and I will starve you to death.
Su Yuan nodded and said, "So that's the case, then you can accompany me here, and when I create ten flying swords, you can leave with me." β
Hearing Su Yuan's words, Beiying was so frightened that his soul flew away, even if it was the fastest way to build ten flying swords, it would take ten years, and when the time came, wouldn't he be trapped here together.
Thinking of this, Beiying hurriedly said, "I'll go back to the outer gate now, borrow ten flying swords and open the chains." β
Su Yuan smiled coldly and said, "You didn't borrow it just now, but now you want to borrow it if you want to accompany me, I see that you are not so loyal to my master." In this case, I want you to accompany me to build ten flying swords, and it won't take long anyway. β
Beiying was in a hurry, and hurriedly said: "Ten flying swords will take ten years at the earliest! β
"Ten years, does it mean that a flying sword takes a year?" asked Su Yuan rhetorically.
"Yes, yes, when the flying sword of the ancestor was built, a sword took a year to build, and one hundred and eight swords was one hundred and eight years. β
As soon as he heard that the sword of the uncle ancestor was actually made here, Su Yuan couldn't help but feel a move in his heart.
Uncle Ancestor has one hundred and eight swords, if he also builds one hundred and eight swords, wouldn't he be able to go toe-to-toe with him? Maybe he will have a chance to win.
Thinking of this, Su Yuan stood up from the ground, pulled the chains, pulled up the eagle, and walked towards the furnace where the sword was calcined in the hut.
Beiying was wrapped around his neck by chains and couldn't stand up, only crawling forward like a dog and following behind Su Yuan.
"How do you build a flying sword?" Su Yuan asked, standing in front of the furnace.
Seeing that Su Yuan really wanted to build ten flying swords, Beiying was disillusioned, and he only hated why he wanted to provoke Su Yuan. It's not appropriate to be a good outer disciple, but you want to come here as a minion.
At this time, Su Yuan pulled the chain and asked, "Let me ask you, how to build a flying sword?"
Beiying replied weakly: "Put the Extraterrestrial Meteorite Iron on the fire and calcine, then hit it with a giant hammer to strike out all the impurities, and inject the True Qi into the Flying Sword before it is formed, and the Flying Sword is ready." β
"Fetch the Extraterrestrial Meteorite. Su Yuan shouted.
Hearing Su Yuan's words, the man in the sword casting room immediately stood up from the corner of the wall, took a piece of extraterrestrial meteoric iron, and handed it to Su Yuan.
Su Yuan glanced at this extraterrestrial meteorite, nodded and said, "What extraterrestrial meteorite is, it's just magnetite-rich." β
After that, Su Yuan took the iron ore and threw it into the fire, only to see the flames rise, slowly burning the iron ore red.
Su Yuan took out the iron ore with giant tongs, put it on a boulder next to him, raised the giant hammer and beat it hard.
The sound of the "bell" was heard.
Seeing that Su Yuan really wanted to forge a sword, Bei Ying no longer had any hope.
But if you want to cast a flying sword, the important thing is to hit the iron and stone, strike out the impurities, and use the power of the scattered immortals to strike 30,000 times before it can become a sword, so it takes a flying sword a year.
Thinking that he might be trapped in the sword casting room for ten years, Su Yuan became desperate, and his mind turned sharply at the moment, thinking about how to escape from Su Yuan's claws, but he was already a little tired when he used too much force just now, and when he heard the sound of percussion, he couldn't think of any way to escape, and the eagle gradually fell asleep.
I don't know how long I slept, Beiying woke up in a daze, only to hear Su Yuan's voice in his ears: "It's done." β
With this sentence, I saw a flash of brilliance, and a red sword light rushed straight out of the hut, like a lightning bolt slashing into the sky.
Beiying has been in the sword casting house for a long time, of course, he knows that this is the vision of heaven and earth of Cheng Jian, and he couldn't help but hit a spirit at the moment, and said, "I actually slept for a year?"
As he spoke, Beiying hurriedly turned his head to look at Su Yuan.
I saw Su Yuan standing by the fire, throwing the second piece of extraterrestrial meteorite into the flames, while the man in the sword-casting room stood aside, his mouth open, looking stunned.
After hearing Bei Ying's words, the man in the swordsmithing room muttered, "No...... One year, one ...... One day!"
"What, it only took him one day to forge a flying sword?" exclaimed Jay Eagle.
"Yes. The man in the swordsmithing room replied blankly.
"Impossible, impossible!" After saying this, Beiying immediately looked at Su Yuan with wide eyes.
At this time, Su Yuan once again began the normal process of burning stones, forging stones, and hammering.
When others hammered, the iron and iron of hundreds of people would change slightly, but as soon as Su Yuan hammered down, the stone and iron immediately changed shape.
After dozens of hammers, the flying sword has a prototype, after a hundred hammers, the impurities in the iron and stone are gradually smashed out, and after three hundred hammers, the flying sword has been completed.
A bolt of lightning flew straight out, and the second flying sword had already appeared in Su Yuan's hand.
At this time, only half a day has passed.