"Aliens shouldn't be there yet, but my hometown is really far away." Zongtian's answer didn't seem to be a word, after all, he didn't come to the soul plane in some spaceship.

"Yes, I've learned about this a long time ago, and I'm still a little curious about the level you said before, what level can I reach?"

Cheng Fang's words suddenly brought the time back to the first day of teaching, and at this time, he also regretted that the words did not go through his brain much.

"The grading thing needs to be rigorously evaluated, and now is a little inappropriate, so wait until you all learn to build sword embryos." While saying such words, Zongtian also signaled the soul iron around him.

"Yes."

Although Cheng Fang's understanding of Zongtian is a little tortuous, from hatred at the beginning to worship later, and then from simple respect to familiarity at this time. Although Zongtian often seemed a little weird, Cheng Fang didn't have any doubts about the words of sword casting.

"Then I'm going to do the exercises?"

At this time, the small talk Cheng Fang regarded as a rest, and he hadn't started work for too long, so such a rest was naturally enough. It's just that although his words were a question, after saying such words, he also consciously left directly.

"Stop, don't I have any more questions for you?" And in the face of such a situation, Zongtian was also a little helpless to stop him.

"Oh yes, I forgot about it."

"Then teach it, if it's not too difficult."

Cheng Fang, who originally had no intention of shirking, naturally satisfied Zongtian's wish, and among such professors, Zongtian also understood why Cheng Fang had such a reaction before.

The body of the soul is made of soul energy, and this method is also a bit of a return to the origin for them, the original so-called suspension of objects, in fact, is to use soul energy to pick up. But this method may seem magical, but that's about it.

Even a powerful soul can only use its own body as the origin to lift objects within a range of nearly one meter, and the weight that can be lifted is similar to its own physical strength, and ordinary people are limited to holding things, if you want to do some delicate work, it can only be achieved through rigorous training.

Such a restriction obviously made it difficult for this to be a very magical thing, and it was difficult to use too many weapons, but for swordsmiths, not everyone could directly touch those hot materials like Zongtian, so it was enough for them to be able to hold it up so easily.

Because of his familiarity with soul energy, Zongtian naturally did that kind of thing easily, and even Yinbai beside him easily floated a piece of soul iron at this time. Since such a method can pick up a weight similar to his own physical strength, Zongtian naturally intends to give it a try, and the pile of soul iron in front of him is naturally the best experimental subject.

With a slight exertion, Zongtian's soul energy instantly wrapped around more than a dozen fist-sized pieces of soul iron, and the heavy weight also made Zongtian find some feeling of lifting them. Although he could easily feel the weight, he had a lot of spare strength, and this situation also made Zongtian a little curious about his physical strength. As more and more soul iron was rolled up by soul energy, some exclamatory voices also came out of the mouths of bystanders.

At this time, even Zongtian himself couldn't believe the situation in front of him, because nearly half of the pile of soul iron had already floated in the air. However, when he lifted such a weight, his steps were also a little vain. Carefully put the soul iron back in its place, Zongtian also quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but this situation is really not a good thing.

After moving his body a little, Zongtian was ready to start work immediately. first retrieved his white blade, and then Zongtian instructed Yinbai.

"I may not be able to take care of you for a while, so I will do what I can." After all, he personally promised this child, and Zongtian naturally wouldn't let the help go away.

"I know, I won't trouble you, Master."

Hearing such a serious answer, Zongtian touched Yinbai's head again.

"Then I'm going to assign a task, and you'll be responsible for making some small sticks that are the thickness of your fingers, and about the length of your fingers."

"Is that all?" Such a task is indeed somewhat simple, and Yinbai is inevitably a little disappointed.

"Of course, it's not as simple as it seems, but you're responsible for all the parts of the connector, and such parts not only have requirements for strength, but also have an amazing number, so can you try to make a hundred first?"

"Okay, I got it."

Such words are naturally not a lie, and the future Zongtian will inevitably probe the works of silver and white one by one. This arrangement was actually thought of by Zong Tian a long time ago, although Yinbai showed a strong talent in casting, but such a high-intensity repetitive work was also lacking in him. After all, for sword casting, a solid foundation and rich experience are even more indispensable.

"You stand back a little bit, the fire may be a little strong in a while."

After the entrustment, Zongtian also took a deep breath, and then his right hand also held the familiar white blade. This time, the flames not only ignited from Zongtian's hands, but at this time, flames erupted from his whole body, and the flames were still burning more and more.

The heat wave created by the sky is like a small storm, which not only makes the temperature of this clearing keep rising, but also the small pergola in the clearing has become a little precarious under the destruction of the hurricane. However, although the shed seemed simple, it only made a squeaky sound in such a strong wind, and it seemed that Wan Ling'er did not give up on herself to the point of cutting corners because of such simplicity.

Although the square at this time was completely devastating by natural disasters, the initiator of this incident did not have the time to take care of such a situation, not to mention that at this time, all he could see in front of him was a strong flame. The emerald green flame first burned more and more, and then it had some condensation, and the green became more and more gorgeous at this time.

With the passage of time, the condensation of the flames finally reached a peak, and after the flames stabilized, those soul irons also flew into it one after another. At this time, the fireball in the middle of the clearing was like an iron-eating beast, but his eating appearance was a little too exaggerated, and the small mountain of soul iron was also lost by one-third of its volume in an instant.

After a brief pause, a strange part erupted from the fireball, and before everyone could figure out what it was, more parts erupted from the fireball like popcorn. Although it looks like this, there is no way to see the means of casting objects in the sky, but I have to say that such a spectacular scene alone is enough to make many people forget to return.

Now that the master has entered the state of work, Yinbai has also exerted his strength at this time. It's really fortunate that I learned the method of making the material float with the master, and Yinbai can help normally at this time. If it weren't for that, let alone smelting the material, even a flame like that might have roasted him dry.

The progress of the furnace seems to be going well, and after a simple flight out, the cast parts also begin to enter and exit in the flames, but those things that are combined are even more confusing to the students.

Although the fireworks are beautiful, too long time will make them boring, and the casting of the sky is similar to fireworks, although the gorgeous appearance is so amazing, but it is also amazing, and the completely inexplicable situation also makes the onlookers gradually disperse.

Although Zongtian did this to relieve the pressure of using fire, at this moment it only had the opposite effect. As the number of onlookers became fewer and fewer, the only fire source also made the queue more and more people, and this situation continued to deteriorate with the passage of time.

"Connectors." From sunrise to sunset, the man in the flames finally opened his mouth at this time, and one of his hands was also urging in front of Yinbai.

"Give." Although this situation made Yinbai stunned for a moment, but then he also used his soul energy to throw the results of his day's hard work into the fire. Although it was less than a hundred, Yinbai did work hard for it.

After that change, all the assembled parts and a large number of soul iron also flew into the fire together, and so many things entered it, which also made the flames directly swell more than double. Although Zongtian made such a big move, the subsequent flames only fell silent.

At this time, the people who were still watching the flame were basically only Yinbai, but the audience who was the only one was also looking at the flame with extraordinary excitement, because when it was soon, what the master had done was about to be born.

In the eyes of silver expectation, the emerald green flame suddenly disappeared, and the arrival of night was also revealed because of the sudden loss of light source. All those who remained in the clearing could not help but wonder for a moment if they were blind, but the emerald flame that still had one place denied that fact. And there are not only those things that shine, but some strange things in the clearing are also glowing faintly red.

The darkness at this time is actually not what this clearing should be, and the reason why it did not illuminate this clearing is of course because of the huge fireball made by the sky, and in the face of the darkness at this time, someone naturally lit the lamp. As the clearing slowly returned to light, the object that had previously glowed a dark red light finally revealed its true face at this time.