"Whew!"

Panting heavily, he completely stopped the movements in his hands, and stood in front of the casting table in white clothes, at this time he was thinking about whether to make a soul soldier or a soul armor, after all, the senior brother had already made a soul armor, which was enough for himself to wear.

At the same time, next to another casting table some distance away, Sister Ren, who was sweating on her forehead, also stopped the hammer in her hand, and a mortal-level low-grade iron ingot that had just been forged was placed in front of her.

"This time it's faster than the last one!"

The thought came out of her heart, and Sister Ren had a smile on the corner of her mouth, and just as she was about to continue pulling the bellows to trigger the soul pattern to start a fire, she suddenly looked up and found that the white clothes in green clothes in another place in the field had already been forged.

In her big eyes, she showed a look of surprise, she was called a genius since she was a child, since she fell in love with the caster, her progress can be described as fast, some time ago, it only took two hundred and thirty-one days to successfully cast a mortal-level low-level soul soldier, and after breaking the record of three hundred days caster set by Zhu Ziming in one fell swoop, she was called the 'future caster grandmaster' by the family.

But she never imagined that an ordinary caster assessment would meet someone who could forge iron ingots faster than herself.

"It seems that this person Ling'er met must have a good casting technique!" After secretly being surprised, she stopped looking around, calmed down, and began the next second major process, casting!

Even if she is fast enough to forge and has good casting skills, it doesn't mean that her talent is good enough, she Ren Xi is not a mediocre person!

The second process, casting, she wants to recover her pride!

"What should I cast?" Bai Yihe, who was standing in front of the forging table, was still frowning at this moment, casting a soul soldier, he is not a soldier soul master, casting soul armor, there is another one, casting a soul weapon, and I have to find a soul carver to carve the soul pattern.

"It's really tangled!"

"No matter! Let's build a soul soldier first!"

After a while, Bai Yihe decided to forge a soul soldier, thus achieving the name of a caster.

Recalling the map that Zhu Ziming gave him for a moment, he already knew it in his heart.

"Crunch!"

Pulling the handle of the sealing box, the flame soul pattern was triggered in an instant, and after a while, a magma-shaped flame appeared, and with a quick throw, the iron ingot was thrown in.

When the iron ingot is burned red, the giant hammer head is flicked, and the iron ingot is hooked to the forging table.

Holding the giant hammer handle, the momentum of the white clothes suddenly climbed, and the 'shape' of the "Shock Dragon Hammer Technique" burst out in an instant, with the shape of a mountain, and fell with the trend!

"Phew!"

The extreme collision between the hammer head and the iron ingot, and the violent deformation of the iron ingot can be seen in an instant.

"Boom!"

Immediately after that, Bai Yihe continued to drop the hammer head quickly, and his body twisted extremely with the hands that exerted the force, borrowing force from the soles of his feet, and the force brought by him poured into his hands until the hammer head was erect.

The combination of the body and the hammer is full of agility, and it does not affect the beauty of the force because of the weight of 5,680 catties of Juque.

When the dense hammer shadow covered the forging table in front of the white-clothed fitter, the would-be forgers around who had not yet successfully forged the iron ingots were once again affected by the rhythm of the 'shape' hammer technique, but they were not dissatisfied with this, and their expressions seemed to be enjoying it very much.

In a short time, Juque's beating was completed, and Bai Yihe decisively took out the small hammer from the space ring, this small hammer was only half an arm long, and the hammer head was full of the breath of time.

'Beacon Fire' is the name of Little Hammer, a mortal-level mid-level soul soldier!

The white clothes given by Wan Yu before returning to the imperial capital.

With his eyes closed, he couldn't see his peak, he couldn't see his waist, he could only see his bottom, and the shape of the misty mountains appeared in his mind.

Holding the hammer handle of the beacon fire with one hand, the 'shape' instantly poured into it, with the heaviness of the mountain, constantly swinging down, and the forging platform instantly "popped".

Looking at the skilled back in the assessment field, Mo Qing's obscene smile slowly emerged, her brows were frivolous, and she stared at Xue Ling'er and said, "Little girl, hehe, this uncle should win, don't cry if you lose!"

Gritting her teeth fiercely, Xue Ling'er looked extremely unwilling, she knew that it was estimated that she would lose this time, but thinking of using Mo Qing as a cow and a horse for the thief-eyed Moqing, the resistance in her heart instantly burst out.

With a roll of her eyes, Xue Ling'er seemed to have thought of some kind of ghost idea, and then her expression began to become unwilling, and she said as if she was stubborn: "Hmph!

"Yo! Master, I like your spirit of not admitting defeat, you are worthy of being among the top few in the admission assessment, wait, Master will treat you well!"

With a smile in her eyes, Mo Qing bit the word 'to you' to death, and didn't notice that the other party included the word Sister Ren.

"Hmph!" After snorting coldly, Xue Ling'er ignored the other party and looked intently at the blazing casting table in the field.

"Almost!"

After a deep sentence in his heart, Bai Yihe put away the beacon fire and shook his sour arm.

After wiping a handful of beads of sweat from his forehead, he looked at the half-finished soul soldiers on the forging platform.

A nimble long sword lay quietly on the table, the hilt, the blade, and the tip of the sword exuded a chill as if it were natural, pinching the hilt and swinging it forward vigorously.

Nodding in satisfaction, he put down his sword.

After a while, Bai Yihe took out the Washing Stone from the space ring that Zhu Ziming had given him before, and carried out the final step for the half-finished soul soldier, Washing the Blade.

Washing edge stone, commonly found in rectangular strips, brownish gray, is condensed from the soul sand in the mountains and rivers, and the soul sand inside it contains sharp qi and a trace of soul power.

Washing the front, also known as the opening or opening of the blade, the last major process of casting the soul soldier, the casting of the semi-finished soul soldier is placed on the washing stone and constantly polished, this move is not only to make the soul soldier sharper, the most important thing is to completely transform the half-finished soul soldier into a soul soldier.

A rectangular strip of washing stone is placed on the forging table, this washing is the first time that Bai Yihe has used his own soul soldier to wash the front, and he must be especially cautious, so as not to fail to wash the front and fall short!

"Whew!" exhaled a breath of turbidity, and his mind was empty.

One breath ......

Ten Breath ......

Twenty interest......

Suddenly, Bai Yihe opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time, and a trace of light erupted from his eyes, and then he picked up the half-finished soul soldier that had been placed on the table for a long time with his right hand, and embedded the Washing Stone in the groove dedicated to the casting table with his left hand.

The right hand grasped the hilt of the sword, and the left hand pressed the tip of the sword, the soul shadow on the body suddenly appeared, and the soul power of the whole body wrapped the entire long sword, and the two hands pushed the entire sword body on the Washing Stone and pushed forward suddenly!

"Huh!"

There was a hoarse grinding sound.

"Boom!"

As the white clothes closed their hands at an accelerated pace, the black mottled color on the sword body began to slowly fade, a little silver light appeared, and the sharp qi slowly began to emerge.

Soul soldiers not only pay attention to the hardness, flexibility, and sharpness of the materials, but also pay attention to the conductivity of soul power, and judge the level, quality and so on of soul soldiers according to the speed of soul power transmission and the sense of blockage.

In the process of washing the front, the soul soldier is wrapped with soul power and polished, which is to turn it into a soul soldier that can transmit soul power.

With the continuous influx of soul power and the sharpness of the constantly polished sword, most of the sword body can see the surging soul power, and at this time, the last step of washing the blade has been carried out for the most part.

After a stick of incense, when the white clothes and hands were already sour, the entire sword body was finally full of majestic soul power.

"Huh!"

After the last soul power-wrapped wash, Bai Yihe finally stopped the movements in his hand.

Panting, staring at the long sword in front of him, holding the hilt of the sword with one hand, the majestic soul power instantly poured in.

Nodding with satisfaction, Bai Yihe raised his hand to signal the deacon in the assessment venue that he had completed the assessment.

At the same time, Ren Xi, who was some distance away, almost lagged behind Bai Yihe, completed the production of the soul armor, and also raised his right hand high to signal.

"Shhh

"Someone finished?"

"No way, I've just finished forging iron ingots!"

"How could the two of them be so fast?"

"It's impossible, I must not be able to do it, and I gave up halfway!"

More than half of the would-be casters in the field looked at the two people with their right hands raised in shock, their eyes flashing with incredulity, some of them had participated in an assessment once, some had participated in it twice, but they had never seen someone who cast so fast.

"Chairman Kim, is this really done with the two of them?"

"It can't be so fast, right? I don't think the old man was so fast!"

The elders of President Jin who were standing on the viewing platform were also surprised, after all, they had never completed the casting so easily as they did.

Frowning, Chairman Kim pondered for a moment before waving his hand and motioning for the two deacons in the hall to go and check.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou are sure that the casting has been completed? If it is a mistake, the contemptible person can give Xiaoyou another chance!" The person who came to the white-clothed place to check the results of the casting was none other than the middle-aged deacon who had an excellent affinity tone when he signed up before.

The middle-aged deacon had a good sense of Bai Yi, and there was a hint of help in his words.

"Thank you, Deacon, the kid has finished casting, please check it!" said with his hands clenched into fists, and Bai Yihe said respectfully.

"Okay! Then the contemptible person will check it!" Seeing that Bai Yihe was both firm and respectful, the middle-aged deacon smiled and nodded and stepped forward to check.

Picking up the long sword on the forging platform, the two soul shadows of the middle-aged deacon suddenly appeared, and the soul power suddenly poured into the soul soldier from his palm.

"Buzz!"

The soul power that was suddenly poured in from the hilt of the sword instantly reached the tip of the sword, causing the long sword to roar softly.

"That's right! It's indeed a mortal-level low-level soul soldier!"

Seeing this, the corners of the middle-aged deacon's mouth curled slightly, and he blurted out an approving voice.

"Xiaoyou, when you are young and promising, when you are young, you have never been as fast as Xiaoyou, admire and admire!" put down the long sword, and the middle-aged deacon did not hesitate to boast.

"The deacon praises falsely, and the kid is also a fluke!"

"Haha! Such a casting technique, and such a heart, rare!" After laughing, the middle-aged deacon handed over a token with the word 'pass', and motioned to Bai Yihe to wait in place for the second round of talent test.

After a while, Bai Yihe, who looked around, found that the woman surnamed Ren who had come with Xue Ling'er before was also being inspected, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, he never thought that this woman had also been cast at a very fast speed.

When the deacon next to Ren Xi also announced the approval, the audience began to boil.

"What? They really passed!"

"Hey, how can you make it so fast?"

"Oh my God, it's incredible!"

Not only were the would-be casters in the audience surprised, but even the elders of President Jin had a hellish expression.

In an instant, a look of ecstasy appeared on Chairman Jin's face: "Haha! It seems that our Casters Guild Blue Bird Branch has two excellent seedlings this time, but I don't know what the talent is, if it is the upper level of talent, it can be described as a tiger with wings!"

"Ahem, chick, at this moment, the master has to say, you lost!" On the viewing stage, Emperor Moqing, who was cheap, showed a lewd look of pride when everyone was surprised, and said to Xue Ling'er.

"Who said I lost?" Xue Ling'er's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning.

"Hehe! I clearly said before that Lao Bai successfully passed the caster assessment, that is, I won, do you want to repay the debt?" Mo Qing glared at the other party with an unhappy face.

"But I remember that he had to defeat Sister Ren to win!" Ignoring the other party's anger, Xue Ling'er said calmly.

"When did you say that?"

"Before, I clearly said that it is not certain who will lose and who will win between the two of them! You didn't refute it! Besides, they almost passed the assessment at the same time, and the winner was never distinguished, so where did I lose?" At this time, it was the turn of the 'little witch' Xue Ling'er to stare at Mo Qing with a smug face.

"You!"

"Lao Xia, you are a notary, you come!"

The angry Mo Qing turned his head and looked at Xia Yang, who had never spoken.

"Yes, you have to say it well, otherwise life in Bai Zeyuan is very interesting, Brother Xia, right?"

The word 'interesting' was bitten by Xue Ling'er, and the threat does not need to be spoken!

After half a ring, Xia Yang stiffened his head and said, "I think what Miss Xue said is reasonable!"