"No one can compare to the genius of swordsmithing." When this was said, people were excited. It doesn't matter if they understand or don't understand the forging, but they always understand what is being said. Is this really too high?

Some of those who made up their minds were even more shocked. They couldn't help but look at the commonplace Wei Dian expectantly, to see if he had any explanations to follow.

"Nian Heat Turn... Uncle Dian Wei, do you mean......" Sikong Nian's hand on the pump bellows stopped, which was undoubtedly a very incompetent act for an auxiliary forging.

Commonplace nodded: "Nian Rezhuan, Sword Yin Yidun, to achieve this, Commonplace now only one person can, that is, your grandfather... Can ......"

It was also at this time that as the small hammer that the earth did not abandon was struck, Tian Xuan gradually turned into a slender hilt, a thick long sword, and a light and beautiful buzzing sound came out from the percussion sound, giving people a feeling of instant stillness and suffocation.

Sikong Nian wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, his eyes were full of curiosity: "How is this possible, how old is he... This is the highest skill for forging a sword under the smelting equipment, and even some of Yun Ze's smelting equipment can't reach this level. ”

"So I said, this man is a genius at forging swords, and I feel that I am inferior to myself......" When Sconvedin was praised, he saw that the fire in the furnace seemed to be sinking, and hurriedly urged: "Blow the fire, don't affect the sword!"

Si Kangnian was stunned and suddenly reacted, and hurriedly pushed the bellows, and the fire jumped up violently, and the pieces of fire followed the small hammer of the land that would not be abandoned, and the waves of fire were gorgeous and charming, giving people an indescribable strong breath of life.

In fact, Lu Chuan did not abandon him. He doesn't know how much power his current behavior brings to others. All he knew was that he seemed to be in a very mysterious situation.

Yes, Lu Buqi is also aware of his changes. Although he didn't particularly understand the usefulness of these changes, he knew that it was definitely not a bad thing.

After Lu Buqi fought 103 times, he also felt that his physical strength was exhausted in 7788, and if he continued, he would not be able to cast his own mold. So he turned into a small hammer and began to forge the sword.

When I experienced the style of this sword again in my mind, Lu Zhishen did not give up his thoughts, and suddenly thought of the mysterious magic weapon of recognizing the master, that is, the strange situation of turning off the head and removing the sensor.

But I didn't think about it. This time, Lu Zhishen did not give up his special function to surprise himself. He felt a warm breath like the midday sun. It was definitely not his own breath. It was the breath of fire.

Yes, for the first time in his life, Lu Buqi used his mind to feel the breath outside his body, that is, the breath of fire.

Then, this aura was naturally grafted onto the casting hammer in his hand, and Lu's idea was not to give it up, and at the same time, it was brought into the black iron little by little by beating.

Lu Jue didn't dislike it and even seemed to be able to see that wisps of red smell melted into black iron little by little with the striking of the casting hammer, and as the black iron trembled, it seemed that a wisp of diluted aura rolled back into his body.

Lu never gave up his instincts. The rewinded breath certainly helped his body, but he didn't know how to absorb it. All he could do was let it wrap around him like smoke, washing his skin and pores.

In the eyes of outsiders, Lu Buqi is like a magical fire controller at the moment. The light of fire could sometimes sweep over his body, but it would not burn Lu Buqi at all. On the contrary, Lu Buqi's spirit is more exuberant and elegant.

At this time, everyone had a feeling that Lu Zhishen was not only forging weapons, but also forging himself.

As Tie Xuan gradually became a musical instrument, the hum of light grew louder and louder, and some natural but unusual tremors in the sword body could almost be seen with the naked eye.

"Mao Ding ......" Lu Zhishen did not give up, he raised the hammer again, but did not fall, he brushed his hands, the flames were wrapped in a black iron sword, and a long line was swept into the water.

"Before, ......" At this time, the ordinary quenching sound seemed to give people a wonderful and abnormal feeling, and Lu would never give up on his face with a flying look, if you want.

After refining and tempering, a special long sword blank with a handle wide at the bottom and a width at the top and a blade length of three feet seven was completely formed. Compared to Sikong Dianwei's Black Iron Broadsword, this sword is slightly shorter and narrower, and although it is only 8 inches wide at the bottom, it is narrower at the top at only 6 inches.

However, the body of the sword is slightly thicker, and the entire hilt gives a flattened feel. If there is no ridge, blade, collar and hilt, the main body of the sword will come out, and some people will even mistake it for a pestle.

Scon Weidian now has no heart to fight for hegemony. There was even some kind of suggestion in his tone. The real advice is: "Don't abandon the master, when this sword is so thick, dare to ask how to open the front?"

"The heavy sword doesn't have a sharp edge, but it's a big coincidence, it doesn't work!" Lu Zhishen did not give up his eyes, but stared at the formed heavy sword, stirring in his heart. Unexpectedly, one day, he can forge his favorite weapon from his previous life.

Tie Hyun heavy sword, this sword is definitely the best weapon he has forged so far. Tian Fang's painting halberd is compared to it. This is definitely the difference between clouds and mud. Mr. Lu didn't give it up and didn't even want to send it out.

"The heavy sword didn't have a front at first, but this is a big coincidence, it doesn't work?" Si Kangnian chewed on this sentence, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Lu Zhishen will not give up." You mean, this sword can't open the front at all, but how can it be lethal enough not to open the front?"

Lu Bu felt that the residual heat was not enough to burn his hands, so he reached out and picked up the Xuande heavy sword. Feeling the power of sinking, he smiled with satisfaction and said, "Different weapons are used in different ways. Of course, you can't count on this sword to tear wounds, but this sword has good cohesion and breaking strength. Why should it be sharp under absolute power?"

"What do you call a sword without a blade?" Si Kang Weidian lit the black iron broadsword that he had just finished preliminarily polishing, "Since you and I have become swords, we naturally have to compare each other. ”

Although they thought that the forging technique was not as good as before, since everyone thought it was a gamble, it would naturally be done. In addition to this, Si Kang Weidian also wanted to see what was the difference between the Tie Xuan broadsword he forged and the Tie Xuan heavy sword that Lu Yi did not abandon.

Lu Buqi nodded: "More than 50 refined black iron weapons are enough to support a warrior with more than 5 HP. In my opinion, Master Dian Wei is not only a swordsman, but also a warrior with a 5-point bloodline. Am I right?"

Lu definitely didn't dislike this one, and the onlookers hummed again, even if the blood martial artist is a top martial artist, he can reach five heavy blood martial artists, and he is stronger.

The commonplace face floated a little solemnly, nodded and said: "There is nothing wrong with not abandoning the master, in my opinion, not abandoning the master may have reached the point of blood boiling, but I don't know how many states there are." ”

The crowd raised their eyebrows again, and a person who knew Lu Zhishen's age was even more surprised: "He is only 16 years old, and he has already reached the blood volume!"

Even in the face of many people, including Sikong Nian, Lu Zhishen refused to give up, grinning: "It's a little worse than Young Master Dian Wei......"

Commonplace breathed a sigh of relief a little, and returned to a little bit of the field, this land is too terrifying not to abandon the body, and the talent for sword casting is so superb, he is a little out of breath, if the refining state is better than him, then he really doesn't mix.

However, Lu Zhishen did not give up what he said next, but it was common for him to almost not fall to the side, which also caused a public outcry: "However, he is certainly not weaker than Master Dian Wei, so why don't we have a simple arms competition? Both sides will do their best to see which sword will be destroyed first." ”

The commotion broke out again. Judging by Mr. Lu's confident attitude, he is not bragging. The subtext doesn't mean he's not as good at refining his body as he used to be. But if he wants to fight, can he still beat the commonplace?

The debate between winners and losers is based on the destruction of weapons, and each side has its own opinions. This is undoubtedly a great challenge for the swordsman. Although I have read Lu Zhishen's "Reading Popular Works, Singing Swords, Singing Magic", I haven't really met him, and I don't know the results yet. At present, the thick eyebrows raised: "The two swords were unsheathed on the same day, and only one gambling sword remained." The Destroyer also played his destiny. But do you still have the stamina?"

"There is no harm!" Lu never gave up on his move. His backhand shot is negative and his sword is pointed at the sky. People have already made their way to the outside of the store...