"That's what you call an eye-opener?" In front of Zongtian was the classroom prepared by Wan Ling'er, and it was just a shed built in an open space. However, I have to say that such simplicity has also opened Zongtian's eyes.

"yes, isn't it an eye-opener for a classroom that can accommodate 300 people?" That kind of thief smile appeared on Wan Ling'er's face, and Zongtian also understood her wishful thinking.

"I've only promised the losers of the second assessment, and they can ask as many questions as they like."

"yes, but you didn't say you couldn't sit on the sidelines." Although Wan Ling'er's upright appearance is completely pretended, Zongtian is helpless. And compared to watching such innocuous things, there are more things waiting for him at this time.

"And when it comes to problems, they are really prepared a lot." With Wan Ling'er's words, the team eliminated in the second assessment also walked in front of Zong Tian at this time, and looking at the way they flipped through their notes, it was not difficult for Zong Tian to think about how many questions they had accumulated in the past few days.

"Okay, okay, you have the say, but don't give me any more work." Zongtian is obviously also a person who is easy to look at problems based on himself, and his self-defeating words have also given Wan Ling'er a lot of opportunities. But as shrewd as Wan Ling'er, naturally she won't be embarrassed at this time, after all, it is not good for her to really annoy the person in front of her, and after that, it will be a step by step.

Just like the previous assessment, the onlookers also gave enough respect, although the shed was a little impenetrable by them, but they also maintained a rare silence. It's just that the protagonists this time are obviously not those candidates anymore, and in such a crowd, Zong Tian also feels a little pressure.

Although sword forging is already a familiar thing for Zongtian, he is a complete novice when it comes to teaching. At this time, he could only focus his attention on the sixteen people in the shed, but this number was obviously a little wrong, and the person who didn't arrive was obviously Jiang Ming.

But this seems to be a matter of course, so Zongtian didn't waste any words on this matter, but he did the right thing about it, but he chose the opening remarks a little stupidly.

"How far have you forged your swords?"

Although after understanding such things, the teacher can better formulate a learning plan, but Zongtian forgets that screening such a degree is actually a teacher's job, not to mention the elite class that is selected after the assessment.

So the stupid question was also exchanged for a stupid reaction, Cheng Fang and the others just looked at each other, and those who were listening kept their mouths shut.

"It seems that your habits here are a little different from my hometown."

In fact, if you think about it a little, you can find out how wrong you are, how can something like sword casting be easily divided into layers, but in that case, it seems that he can only pretend to be forced.

"Cheng... Square. Zongtian still seems to be a little uncomfortable calling that person's name, but as a master, he naturally has a lot of things to adapt to, "You take a sword embryo and take a look." ”

"Yes." Although the classroom is just a shed, there are still things necessary to forge a sword under the shed.

Such a request is naturally not difficult for Cheng Fang, and under everyone's attention, he is also skillful in heating the material, and then carefully beating. In less than an hour, a well-tempered sword embryo was placed in front of Zongtian.

Although such a process is just a very ordinary thing in the eyes of many people, as the most famous swordsmith in Spirit Bead City, he obviously still has two brushes. At this time, not only some people outside the pergola have gained something because of this, but there is also a silver white who has just come into contact with sword casting under the pergola. However, Zongtian's purpose at this time is not this, he will do this mainly so that he can have time to think about what he should do next.

"Okay, this way of forging a sword must be your ......" At this time, Zongtian glanced at everyone's eyes and fell on Yinbai's body, "Most of you are familiar with it. ”

"As the beginning of sword casting, this step is obviously a bit time-consuming, but even so, I believe that most of you prefer to use the sword embryo you have made."

Hearing Zongtian's words, many people nodded, and this situation also made Zongtian quietly relieved.

"So that's the first lesson, maybe some of you have seen my skill in sword fighting, but I'm going to demonstrate it a little bit here."

In fact, the only people who have seen it are Cheng Fang, but such words are also where Zongtian's character lies.

Zongtian picked up a piece of the same material, and what happened next was that he had already performed the trick many times. However, a trick is still very useful in some cases, and the sword embryo born in the emerald green flame still makes many people's eyes widen.

"I want to learn!!"

Just when Zongtian left everyone enough time to be in a daze, such a voice startled him, and the person who spoke turned out to be the Ying Ning who seemed a little indifferent.

"Did you hear that?!" Probably because Zongtian was stunned for a long time, the woman actually reached out and was about to grab Zongtian's collar, and this action naturally made a mess under the pergola.

Because he has already seen Zongtian's methods, the person who reacts the fastest is naturally Cheng Fang, and the people who follow him are naturally upright people. However, because the other party was a woman, Cheng Fang only pulled back her sleeves. Although his movements were quite decent, these people were a little too upright, and the black man named Hengbu actually hugged Ying Ning by the waist at this time.

"Let go!" Although the suppressed low roar was not aimed at Cheng Fang, he subconsciously let go of his hand, and since that black man was able to do what he had done before, he was also unmoved in the face of such a threat.

"Then you have to promise me first, you can't hurt Master." The horizontal step urn said angrily.

"Let go!" It's just that the response to him is still the same sentence just now.

This situation couldn't help but give Zong Tian a little headache, although he also knew that most talented people would be a little weird, but he didn't expect that gathering these people together would have such consequences.

"Let it go, it's okay." Although it is reasonable, the action of Hengbu is indeed a little inappropriate, and when he heard such words, Hengbu also obediently let go.

It's just that the black man is obedient, but being hugged by her is a little wild. Yingning, whose body had not fully landed, poked her elbow directly on Hengbu's lower abdomen, and then she didn't care about the effect of that blow, so she pounced on Zongtian again. However, being caught by the collar just now was just that Zongtian didn't want to care, and in the face of Ying Ning at this time, he just caught her with one move.

"Don't be too unruly." With such words in his mouth, Zongtian also let her go casually, but how could such an education be effective.

"I was supposed to teach, but if you come back, it's just slowing down time." Such words finally made Yingning stop, and Hengbu also quietly moved to her side at this time, as if he was afraid that she would do the same thing again.

Originally, he wanted to come at his own pace, but in the face of such a situation, he had to speed up his progress. After all, for these people in front of them, learning the art of forging swords is what attracts them the most.

"The key to creating a sword embryo in this way is naturally this flame." With a grip on the white blade behind his back, the green flames wrapped around Zongtian's hand again. The people present were basically masters of fire, and in the observation just now, they also discovered the peculiar vitality in the flames.

"However, foreign objects have always been dead, and the same is true for this flame, so the control of soul energy is one of the difficulties."

This is also something that Zongtian realized when he came to the soul plane, the reason why his previous self couldn't do what he wanted was because he couldn't control the soul energy at that time, and Zongtian at this time was naturally not the same, and the sword embryo he made no longer needed soul sharpening to shape the shape.

After a brief introduction, the most critical thing is naturally the question of getting started, and Zongtian's own white blade and the sword he made for Cheng Fang were also contributed at this time. And there is one thing that has to be said, because of the nirvana in the white blade, when others control the white blade, the emerald green flame is not as good as the one where Zongtian is located, so at this time, Zongtian seems to have a new job, that is, to cast such weapons in batches.

But the people in front of him represented fifteen weapons, and he seemed to have to think of something about the people outside the shed.

Are you really ruthless enough to let them just watch?

I didn't expect you to be so cruel to those who seek knowledge.

At least let them touch that flame in your free time, right?

Without Wan Ling'er appearing, Zongtian had already realized what she would say, and it was better for him to feel a little better than to listen to people's noise.

So Zongtian could only ponder this problem while guiding those people to familiarize themselves with the emerald flame. No, Cheng Fang did Zongtian a great favor at this time, because the weapon had been in his hand for some time, and Cheng Fang naturally studied it for a long time, and at this time he was more suitable to be a teaching assistant than a student.

With Zongtian's teachings, as well as Cheng Fang's experience that was closer to them, the people who were selected by Zongtian found some feelings almost instantly. Just looking at the strangely shaped pieces of metal coming out of the flames, they still have a long way to go.