Although such a professor seems to be random, Zongtian has been thinking about such a question in the hour he created. The students in front of him are undoubtedly gifted people, but that different word also shows that they have a completely different situation.

Although Cheng Fang's sword-forging kung fu is not as good as Zongtian's, his solid skills are also very rare. Although Hengbu seems to be a reckless man, his sword pattern is thick and fine, and that kind of precision is also a rare talent for soul sharpening. Coupled with Pingqu's intelligence, the pursuit of the water dragon, and Yingning's obsession, these are undoubtedly rare qualities of swordsmiths. And at the end, there is a silver white that has no accumulation, but is extremely patient. These people don't have to say that they have a heart, and even their sword-forging level can only be described as vastly different.

Therefore, the skills that Zongtian brought from the real world have undoubtedly become the best choice at this time. It is this kind of equal sitting on the same starting line that can quickly cultivate a sense of familiarity between them, and this familiarity can make up for each other in their subsequent learning. With such painstaking efforts, Zongtian naturally reduces his workload.

Seeing that everything in front of him was on the right track, Zongtian also had some courage to face more and more students, and the question of flames was naturally put on the agenda at this time. When thinking about the problem of flames, Zongtian naturally remembered the creator of this method, and the father who was the creator, his many apprentices, Zongtian, had also seen it. At this time, Zongtian could still recall the stove they used, and this undoubtedly provided Zongtian with some ideas.

But ideas are ideas, after all, the situation here is much better than in the real world. The furnace I saw before was completely continuing my father's flame, but at this time, Zongtian got the method of making fire from the sword pattern of flame and life. At this time, it seems that he can do something that he can't think of in the real world, and it's time for Wanling'er to let some blood.

Although Zongtian was indeed accompanied by Wan Ling'er before, they came to this open space called the classroom together, but after confirming that Zongtian started teaching, she naturally went to busy her own affairs because she didn't have much interest in sword casting. It's just that before she finished a job, Zongtian appeared in her weapons shop.

"Aren't you in class?" After all, she was training a swordsmith for her, and such a problem was naturally Wan Ling'er's greatest concern.

"The class is over for the time being, and I'm here to make the class go on better."

"Say, what's missing?" is as smart as Wan Ling'er, and naturally understands the potential words of Zongtian.

"Soul Iron." Zongtian, who originally planned to let Wan Ling'er bleed, naturally didn't have any need to be polite, but when she heard such a request, Wan Ling'er didn't show any embarrassment.

"Attributes, weight." Although soul iron is almost the best sword casting material, when she competed with Cheng Fang, she naturally saved a lot of soul iron when she could get the sword embryo.

"Fire, and then the weight, just ten tons."

"Ten tons?" Wan Ling'er was directly stupid, while Zongtian showed a somewhat embarrassed expression.

"Ten tons first, barely enough."

"What are you to be soul iron! Clods of dirt on the side of the road? Wan Ling'er naturally has a reason to be angry, but Zongtian looks fearless.

"No, then there's no way." Zongtian showed some regret at this time, and the object that made him feel sorry was naturally Wanling'er.

"Wait." But just as Zongtian was about to turn around and leave, such words made him look at Wan Ling'er with a smile.

Although Zongtian's request is indeed a bit excessive, ten tons of soul iron is not something that Wan Ling'er can't afford, but this huge amount, even if she buys it at a high price at this time, it is unlikely that she will be able to meet such a demand in a short time. It's just that although this is the case, the one in Zongtian has no choice but to wake up Wan Ling'er.

Although ten tons of soul iron seems scary, a single attribute of soul iron is not a rare thing, and it is naturally impossible to extract any kind of oil and water from these ten tons if he asks for so much Zongtian, so he should really need such a request.

"Not yet, but give me some time." Although Wan Ling'er was willing to give up the training of those swordsmiths, Zongtian's smile made him a little annoyed.

"Okay, it's not too urgent, but the sooner you get it, the sooner you can use these swordsmiths." Zong Tian, who finally rebelled against the first army, was naturally happy in his heart, but he didn't understand that after the arrival of ten tons of soul iron, it was still him who worked hard, and the cheap one was still Wan Ling'er.

No matter what the future will be, Zongtian at this time is still proud after all, and he has brought such joy back to the humble classroom.

"Master, why are you so happy?" The person who spoke was silver, and for this child who didn't seem to practice very seriously, Zongtian, who was in a good mood, didn't count him down.

"I can't describe it now, in a few days, but in a few days, I will have to see Sister Ling'er in a few days."

"Okay, I'll wait."

For Yinbai's well-behaved reaction, Zongtian also smiled and touched his head.

"Master, if you're okay now, can you help me see the sword embryo I played?"

"Okay."

Although he really didn't have any expectations for Yinbai's work, how could Zongtian, as a master, ignore such a request. It's just that it's the emotion of not looking forward to it that surprised Zongtian at this time.

"You did this?" Although he didn't believe that Yinbai would lie, the sword embryo in front of Zongtian was something he couldn't believe even more.

"yes." Looking at Yinbai's sunny smile, Zongtian naturally chose to believe. Of course, there are probably other reasons for this, after all, Zongtian cast an inquiring look at Cheng Fang, and the other party also nodded to him.

But it's no wonder that Zongtian, for such a way of forging a sword, he definitely has the experience of starting from scratch. And the person who taught him was the inventor himself, but even so, it took him a month to achieve the work of Yinbai at this time. Although Zongtian didn't even know much about soul energy at that time, Yinbai at this time had only seen such a basic teaching from him. Maybe sometimes, people really can't compare with others.

"How did you do that?" Such a question seems to be a bit of a loss of Zongtian's master's identity, but the experience of one more person is also so that Zongtian can better teach others.

"That's what you said, Master." In the face of such a problem, Yinbai still maintained his innocence, "Master didn't say that although there is vitality in the fire, it can't be completely relied on, so I tried hard to think about the shape of the weapon, and the material of the fire seems to be affected by me." ”

"Am I talking so much?" Hearing such words, Zongtian muttered in a low voice.

"Then it seems that our Yinbai really has a talent for forging swords, so can you do it again and show me?" Such words naturally don't mean that Zong Tian still doesn't believe it, but the child's words make him a little unable to grasp the point.

"Okay."

Such a conversation is naturally listened to in the ears of other people, and they will pay attention to it naturally because on the same starting line, the child actually teleported to the front of the finish line at once. The dialogue between two successful people is naturally the concern of these people who want to improve.

It's similar to Zongtian's situation, for Yinbai's words, others are just as confused, and watching the two of them walk towards the shed, Zongtian's white blade is also naturally let out, although they don't understand, but watching may let them understand something.

Because of Zongtian's personal operation, the flame on the white blade is also much thicker, and in the face of that kind of flame, Yinbai seems to have a somewhat sophisticated appearance. However, at this time, Yinbai was just imitating the sky, because when he put his hand close to the flame, the scorching heat made him retract his hand suddenly.

"Master, it's too hot."

Hearing this, Zong Tian also showed an apologetic smile, although Yinbai was indeed worth his expectations, but the matter of a novice was also a fact.

Under Zongtian's control, the flames on the white blade were naturally controlled, and Yinbai also nodded at Zongtian after trying it. Although there was such an episode, Yinbai's subsequent sword-forging process was smooth and somewhat exaggerated, and at the beginning, it was like a demonstration of Zongtian, he actually inserted his immature little hand into the flames, and the materials in his hands gradually turned red under the flames.

The appearance of the material also made Yinbai suddenly exert enough strength, and in his clenched hand, the material also changed with his exertion. Although it was a little different from the sudden knock of Zongtian, the process of such a change made the onlookers stretch their necks.

Such a different method naturally attracted the attention of Zongtian, the fire-making man. Just like the previous assessment, Zongtian at this time also used a finger to gently point on the slowly forming sword embryo. Through the observation of soul energy, Zongtian naturally learned more, and Yinbai's appearance of full strength was just as he guessed, just because he couldn't control his soul energy well. But even so, Zongtian could see the power of the Silver White Soul Energy, and the changes in the sword could be called amazing.

Only a few minutes later, Yinbai finished the work of forging the sword embryo, and a prototype similar to the previous one was handed to Zongtian again. Although he already had the answer in his heart, Zongtian still checked the formed sword body, and the smile naturally appeared on his face again.