Yuan Ke steadily placed the stone platform in front of the referee's table, everything was ready, and in a stunned look, the competition officially began. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On the wind platform, Fengyulou's eyes moved slightly, looking at Yuan Ke's back, revealing a disdainful look.

He had been waiting for three years for this moment.

In the past three years, he has forgotten to sleep and eat, and has studied the art of casting day and night, and at that time, everyone was not optimistic about him, including his father, the current master of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

However, the hard work paid off, not only did he not become a useless person in the mouths of everyone, but he reached the identity of a third-grade master at the age of sixteen, and for a time, the whole of the Sword Casting Pavilion regarded him as a casting genius that was not encountered in a thousand years.

Since you are a genius, you should hold yourself to a higher standard than ordinary people.

He has always been admired by everyone, and he has not tasted defeat along the way.

Until yesterday, an ordinary person who seemed ordinary to him surpassed him in the proud casting art, and this was the first time he was defeated.

Unwillingly, after he sent someone to check the details of Yuan Ke, he felt even more ashamed, it turned out that he had lost to a mere spirit craftsman.

For him, this is a great humiliation.

Fortunately, you can be ashamed today, because the content of the competition is exactly what he wants.

At this moment, his body moved slightly, completely ignoring everything around him, and he was instantly silent in the realm of selflessness, and after a moment, he began to move his hands.

The magic weapon he conceived was naturally his best three-foot sword.

In his opinion, the Sword Casting Pavilion is much more clever than the Casting God Island of Laoshizi, and today, he wants to correct the name of the Sword Casting Pavilion.

On the other hand, looking at the stone platform casting, Fengyulou's heart moved, and a light and sharp three-foot killing weapon was formed in his mind, and it was engraved on the drawings in front of him, but it only took less than half an hour.

Raised his head and breathed a sigh of relief, in the afterglow, there was a burst of anxiety around him, the corners of his mouth raised, and Fengyulou looked ahead.

Suddenly, Yuan Ke's appearance of standing in place came into his eyes, and he withdrew it at a glance, with a sneering look on his face.

……

At this time, Yuan Ke's eyes were stunned, and after a while, he suddenly felt a sharp gaze behind him, he frowned, and then shook his head with a smile.

When my heart was relieved, when I was distracted, I remembered that the Hundred Birds Chaofeng Hairpin that was repaired for Shen Xiangjun a few days ago, in addition to being a nine-grade spiritual weapon, also has a very exquisite casting art, which is really impressive.

Between the smiles, a method came to mind.

The morning breeze was blowing, and He Qingping stood in front of him, looking back, the highest casting master in the field was only the Xuan level, so naturally he couldn't attract his attention, and suddenly, he turned his senses and looked at Yuan Ke who was close at hand.

Looking at the Yuan Ke index fingertip Yuan Ke's vitality condensed like silk, on the stereotype in front of him, the structure of the magic weapon was imprinted, and he couldn't help but be curious.

Coughing dryly, He Qingping paced slowly two steps, turned sideways slightly, and looked obliquely over, and the angle was just right to see the whole picture of Yuan Ke's stereotype.

With just one glance, the corners of his mouth lifted, and he almost laughed out loud, thinking that this lazy boy actually planned to cast a woman's jewelry?

Yuan Ke was immersed, as if he didn't see He Qingping's slightly reminding gaze, and carried the pattern in his mind.

……

An hour later, the fingertips were withdrawn, and Yuan Ke looked at the exquisite drawings in front of him with satisfaction, this is a hairpin, but it is different from ordinary hairpins.

The head is straight, about three or four inches, and then extends out, gradually spreading, and at the tail, the arc light flows into shape, like a sultry feather.

What's more mysterious, this hairpin, the whole body is composed of a cast as thin as a hair, a total of 999 filaments, entangled and condensed together, this picture is extremely perfect.

Each filament is brilliant and colorful, and it is made of different castings.

……

Seeing Yuan Ke put down the pen, the three drawings in front of him, from the proportion of casting materials, to the shape and structure, plus the control of the heat, are all recorded in detail.

Seeing this extraordinary magic weapon, He Qingping was surprised at first, and then he swept his beard with one hand, bowed his head slightly, and approved.

Yuan Ke is so meticulous about the drawings, he can't help but be impressed, in his opinion, as a foundry, he should be so rigorous!

After checking left and right several times, Yuan Ke's brows relaxed, and then he reached out to wipe the beads of sweat from his forehead.

Facing the breeze, he relaxed his body, and He Qingping's majestic voice came from the moment of time, "The first hour has arrived, we will take back the drawings, please take a break, and after half an hour, start the second competition." ”

Call!

As the law enforcement disciples took back the drawings, everyone was relieved and sighed, although there was no clear rule that they were not allowed to leave the wind riding platform, but none of the ten people on the field left, and everyone was obviously very concerned about the next competition.

After resting, there was a little chatter from all over the place.

The three people of the Sword Casting Pavilion were extremely confident between their eyebrows, and one of them said with a sneer: "Senior Brother Feng, what is the magic weapon you have conceived?" ”

"Naturally, it's a sword!"

After some discussion, all the magic weapons cast by the three people of Fengyulou were swords.

It's no wonder that the Sword Casting Pavilion originally started its sect with sword casting, so naturally it also has to use the sword to justify its name. Between the words, most of them are full of confidence, and even more, they have long regarded it as something in their pockets.

Yuan Ke stood in place, his eyes closed, and the various pictures of the hairpin that had evolved in his mind seemed simple, but he knew that this was the biggest challenge he had faced so far.

Time passed, and the second competition began in a blink of an eye.

Yuan Ke didn't stop for a moment, cutting all kinds of castings into the size that had been accurately calculated, and in a trance, the castings on the stone platform became fragmented, this was the first link, but it took nearly an hour.

As soon as the casting material was cut, Yuan Ke hurriedly picked up the Xuanhuo talisman, and then put the first batch of casting materials into the Ding furnace and began the first casting.

This hairpin, which seems to be unremarkable, can be divided into 999 parts of the casting according to Yuan Ke's construction drawings, and melted into one in proportion, and then molded into one.

The vitality was radiated, and his eyes were not turned, always looking at the changes in the casting materials in the Ding Furnace, and he did not dare to make the slightest mistake.

The dark blue flame, burning endlessly, the casting gradually condensed in the firelight, for a long time, with a soft sound, Yuan Ke hurriedly wrapped it in vitality and took it out.

At first glance, it was already a mess of charred black, and this first casting failed in a blink of an eye, but fortunately, a wide range of casting materials were provided this time, which could be used for several castings.

Frowning, Yuan Ke sighed, and threw the second casting into the Xuanhuo, and after a while, he took it out, and this time, it succeeded.

The corners of Yuan Ke's mouth were raised, his face was happy, there were too many types of casting materials in the heart, and it was not easy to cast them.

By analogy, when there were various knocking and casting sounds behind him, between success and failure, when Yuan Ke had completed all the castings, three hours had passed.