After Liu Yijun's emotions stabilized, he retracted the fear in his heart and finally began to cast the knife.

With Lu Wei's help, the process of casting the knife with that piece of meteorite iron became very smooth, first he kneaded it into a long flat "stick", and then polished the stick...... Three days later, a long knife three feet seven long, half a finger wide, and a thick blade tip appeared in front of everyone.

Although it is a freshly punched treasure knife, because of the special material, it looks very simple, the whole body is black crystal color, and it seems to be mixed with a lot of impurities, which looks very ordinary and not very conspicuous.

"It's a pity that without the quenching process, this knife only exerts 30% of the potential of the material at most."

Liu Yijun sighed again and again, if there is a refining furnace in this world that can withstand a high temperature of 5,500 degrees, this knife, he is sure to cast it into a peerless knife, but on the earth, there are very few materials that can withstand a high temperature of 4,000 degrees, let alone 5,500 degrees.

It's a pity, it's a pity.

It's a terrible thing.

"Sancheng, it's okay, there should be no problem with this knife to participate in the knife fighting conference, right?" Touching the blade of the knife in his hand, the nail was gently scraped, and a layer was cut off smoothly, Lu Wei couldn't put it down, and gave it a name: Black Gold Knife.

"I don't know, I have to try the blade."

Liu Yijun moved two large wooden stakes, a bundle of steel bars, a pig iron ingot, and two high-quality swords made by his own hands as test objects.

"Smack! Syllable! ”

A black light flashed, and the large wooden stake was cut in half.

"Zha! Stab! "The steel bars are also cut smooth like a kitchen knife cutting leeks.

"Thorn, thorn!" Two deep scratches appeared on the pig iron ingot.

Finally, it is worth looking forward to the fine swords placed on the sword stand.

"Viagra, these two swords, one is called Jinghong. A sword named Thunderbolt, which is a good sword with iron like clay, someone once paid 800,000 yuan to buy my third uncle's two swords, don't cut them off with your black gold knife, otherwise my third uncle will lose 800,000. Liu Guanliang muttered in Lu Wei's ear.

"I'll give you another 800,000 yuan for your third uncle."

Raise the black gold sword in his hand and face the two swords on the sword stand. Slashed down hard, almost encountered any resistance, two crisp sounds, and the two fine swords turned into four truncated swords.

"Not bad, not bad."

Lu Wei was very satisfied, although the black gold knife was just a cold weapon, and in contemporary society, it could not play a role in protecting itself. But with the majesty of the side, and sometimes, when encountering a fight, the role of the sword is indeed much better than the fists and feet, no matter how high the martial arts, I am also afraid of kitchen knives, which is the importance of weapons.

"Master Liu, how much does this cost in total. These two broken swords are also included in the cost. "Put the black gold knife in its scabbard. Lu Wei said.

Liu Yijun shook his head and said: "This knife only took me some polishing effort, I didn't make any effort, so I don't have to pay for it, but Mr. Lu still has some meteorite leftovers, I don't know if Mr. Lu can give me these leftovers, I can buy them with some money." ”

The meteorite iron that Lu Wei gave him was a priceless treasure in itself. Even if there are about seven or eight catties of scraps left, its value is immeasurable.

"Okay, I'll give the rest of the rest to Master Liu, but you can't use it for those scientists to study, if it causes me trouble. Don't be a monster and be unsympathetic. Lu Wei looked serious.

"Mr. Xie Lu, I will keep it a secret and never cause trouble to Mr. Lu." Liu Yijun was overjoyed, and promised again and again, so he almost swore to the sky.

Picked up a big bargain, seven or eight catties of "meteorite iron" leftovers, enough to make two or three daggers, if he can solve the problem of high-temperature containers.

Lu Wei nodded, took the black gold knife, and drove back to the downtown area of S City.

……

In the blink of an eye, it was May 1, the day of the 23rd National Knife Competition.

At 10 o'clock in the morning, in front of a large indoor venue in the Expo Park, in the entrance passage, a large number of swordsmiths, people from all over the world, sword collectors, more than 10,000 visitors and contestants, after verifying the invitation, lined up one by one to enter.

Lu Wei was naturally also in the long queue.

In addition to Lu Wei, there are also several familiar young people in the crowd, such as Liu Guanliang, as well as Su Zifeng, Yang Yong, Wu Shao, I don't know what got their invitations, and several people from the Tang family, Tang Xin and Tang Nan, are also in the crowd and nodded to them.

"This gentleman, you don't have an invitation, sorry, you can't go in."

There was a small commotion at the entrance, and it turned out that a young man wanted to participate in a knife fighting contest without an invitation.

"My knife is an invitation! With this treasure knife in my hand, what can I not go to than a knife or a knife? ”

The young man took the knife he was carrying behind his back and proudly stood out in front of everyone.

"Sir, here are ten knives, the famous knives given to the organizers by the winners of the previous knife fighting competitions, as long as your knife can cut any of them, you will be qualified to participate in the knife fighting competition." Said the organizer.

"Okay, I'll use my 'Cold Moon Knife' to cut off these ten vain knives!"

The young man was full of arrogance, but after a loud sound, the scene suddenly fell silent.

The young man's voice came: "This ...... How is this possible, my cold moon is actually broken, this ......" The young man killed, holding a half-cut knife, looking at the knife that was intact on the ground, his eyes were full of disbelief.

"Boy, at a young age, you dare to come to the knife fighting conference to be crazy, can't you be crazy now?"

"Sensationalism, pretending not to be forced but becoming a fool."

"Hurry up and get out, don't interfere with us going in."

"Fool a ......"

In the midst of the scolding, the young man looked back to his senses, his face was red and white, and he turned to the venue and shouted: "Knife Competition, I, Feng Chi, will definitely come back!" ”

"!"

A mineral water bottle was thrown at him, and the young man picked up the broken knife on the ground and walked away.

There were not only young men who wanted to enter the venue without an invitation, and then there were several people who did not have an invitation to challenge the ten swords placed at the door, but unfortunately, the swords they brought did not cut off any of them, but their own swords, broken, collapsed, and left disappointed.

Until Lu Wei also walked to the ticket gate.

"Sir, please show me the invitation." A waitress said in a sweet voice.

"I didn't have an invitation, but I brought a knife with me."

Lu Wei took down the long knife behind his back.

The suspicious eyes around him were focused on him.

The few just now have failed in all attempts, this young man, can he succeed? (To be continued......)