Although three and a half hours is really not a short time, how could the five people who could sit in front of the two of them not even have this concentration. Let's not talk about the three people from the weapons dealership, because of the proportion of the weapons market in Pearl City, Kai Zhou and Jiang Yu's understanding of sword casting is not shallow. As the so-called layman looks at the lively insider's doorway, Cheng Fang's soul alone is worthy of all of them, and they are concentrating on observing at this time.

"Master Cheng's soul kung fu has improved again." Although the person who spoke was not familiar with Kaixuan, as the boss of the largest weapon store in Pearl City, the name Yin Feng was also thunderous.

"Probably because of this rare competition." The other person from the weapons dealer laughed a few times at this time, and this person's identity is also quite good, although she is still a rising star in the arms dealership, but this person has already been a popular figure. Not to mention anything else, just by virtue of that young and beautiful figure, people can't think of her identity at this time.

"Is it considered diligence?" The last to speak was an old man, and although he had long since ceased to be concerned with the specific affairs of the arms dealership, his experience could only be described as legendary.

Although Cheng Fang's soul cultivation seemed to be orderly at this time, the details were ......" Although the old man did not continue to say the following, everyone present naturally understood what he meant.

Although some people have some complaints about Cheng Fang's soul tempering, the situation in Zongtian is even worse. At this time, except that Zongtian's movements were not much different from Cheng Fang, his actions at this time were more like an old monk meditating, and the sword embryo in his hand was also silent.

Jiang Yu, whose face turned black because of Cheng Fang's performance, also unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth after seeing Zongtian's performance. But what he showed was such a small change that even Kai Zhou next to him didn't notice such a detail.

"Elder Geng, look at that young man, isn't it some special soul tempering method?"

I don't know if Jiang Yu is hiding his mood, but the ironic mood is certain.

"A special soul? You said he was sleeping, and I might still believe it. Since even Cheng Fang can criticize in person, Zongtian, who acts like this, naturally can't get into the eyes of that old man.

But when these words reached Kai Xuan's ears, he only smiled. Such self-confidence is not only because of Zongtian's unfounded statement, but also because of Cheng Fang's performance. In fact, until now, Kaixuan doesn't quite understand what makes Cheng Fang so fanatical, and sure enough, he can only be regarded as half-aware of sword casting.

Time passed minute by minute, and Cheng Fang's sword had already taken shape, but Zongtian seemed to have really fallen asleep. At this time, Kai Xuan finally had a nervous expression, even if Zongtian was indeed a swordsmith who was far stronger, but such a domineering attitude would definitely make him lose this competition. It's just that in this ongoing competition, how can he go up and remind him.

Just when the time had just reached three hours, a sharp metal sound suddenly resounded throughout the room, and Cheng Fang's sword also came out of his hand at this time. Not only did the violent wind make the whole room shake faintly, but the flames rolled up in the wind also made those who saw it feel terrified.

Such an atmosphere naturally shows the extraordinaryness of this sword, but this irritable performance made Cheng Fang fly up at this time, and the sword in his hand gradually calmed down.

"Congratulations to Master Cheng for getting another good sword." Seeing this situation, Jiang Fang also got up and congratulated, but Cheng Fang just stared at the sword in his hand and frowned slightly. Naturally, his performance was not because he remembered the broken flame dye, but the swordsmith cared more about his latest work.

"It feels pretty good, but it's still a bit of a rush after all." It seems that even with such power, Cheng Fang is still not satisfied with his works at this time, but this is probably the inevitable result of that kind of fanaticism.

"Huh?" Just when everyone else was paying attention to Cheng Fang's work, the old man surnamed Geng made a strange sound, and his gaze was directed at the vertical sky, which was still silent.

Since it had been maintained for three hours, it didn't seem strange that Zongtian continued to maintain that kind of action at this time. It's just that in that stillness, someone finally discovered the secret that made the old man strange.

"The flames must have enveloped him just now, right?" It was the only woman present who spoke, and these words made the rest of the people look at Zongtian in amazement, and the person who had been sitting quietly finally had some reaction.

"It's a little hot." While saying this, Zongtian still laughed twice, but his eyes hadn't opened after all.

"Wait, it's a little bit close." After saying this, Zongtian fell silent again, but what he said was really just a little.

It should be that before even a minute of time has arrived, Zongtian has already finished his soul training, but don't talk about Cheng Fang's vision, the sword embryo in Zongtian's hand is still the same as before.

"Are you going to abstain?" Zongtian's appearance like this naturally attracted doubts, but his smile was still on his face.

"Of course not." With these words, Zong Tian also slammed the sword in his hand to the ground, and the tip of the sword that flew almost hit Jiang Yu, who was sitting on the side.

"I'm sorry." I don't know if Zongtian did it on purpose, anyway, he did have an apologetic expression on his face at this time.

"Little things." Although Jiang Yu's expression was a little unnatural, for Zongtian's ugly now, all he had to do was watch the play.

"Looks like we're going to have to do it again." While saying this, Zongtian knocked his sword again. It's just that this time it wasn't the tip of the sword that fell, and with the sound of metal falling to the ground, the sword in Zongtian turned directly into a hollowed-out weird appearance. Such a look naturally made everyone show some surprised expressions, but Jiang Yu forcibly calmed himself down at this time.

"Isn't this some kind of profound sword pattern?" This sentence was obviously asked to the referee present, but in the face of such an incomprehensible thing, no one cooperated with him to say any sarcastic words.

"Huh? Don't you understand? Zong Tian also looked at the sword in his hand with some doubts, and I have to say that he didn't even think much of such a strange appearance. But after all, it's designed for some special purpose, so it's good to be practical.

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, can the head of the Jiang family give me a piece of wind and fire attribute soul iron?"

"What do you want that thing for?" Although soul iron is a cherished object, a piece of soul iron with wind and fire attributes is naturally nothing to the Jiang family.

"There should be some time, right?" didn't answer Jiang Yu directly, Zongtian just asked.

"Half an hour." The old man also replied indifferently at this time.

"That should barely be enough." After thinking about it for a moment, Zongtian said, "And that's definitely something that can be understood." ”

"Little brother is very confident, but it can't be just some basic runes, right?" The charming woman stood up at this moment, and Zongtian shook her head at her.

"Then I'm very interested in seeing what you can do, if the Jiang family doesn't have soul iron, sister I do have it here, and the whole process of forging the sword is a little too troublesome, why don't my sister directly give you a sword embryo made of soul iron, so that you can also spend more time on the sword pattern."

"Thank you for your kindness, but after all, the time is only half an hour, if the Jiang family doesn't have soul iron, then please give me an ordinary sword casting material."

"Yes." This word was almost squeezed out from between Jiang Zhen's teeth, although he didn't want to fulfill Zongtian at this time, but he didn't want Zongtian to find an excuse to lose.

After all, the competition was held at the Jiang family, so the soul iron for forging the sword was also presented quickly. Zongtian, who got the soul iron, naturally showed his hand again, his unique skill of fighting sword embryos, and this hand really amazed the giants of those weapons chambers of commerce.

At this time, Jiang Yu couldn't help but regret the decision just now, it seemed that what would happen at this time was not only that Cheng Fang would lose such a competition, but also looking at those people in the weapon dealership, their expressions could already be described beyond words. At this time, Zongtian is like a Pandora's box for them, and after those endless flowers, they are obviously unable to extricate themselves.

Originally, it was just Cheng Fang who fell to Zongtian's side, which already made Jiang Yu very troubled, if the weapons firm also fell to Kaizhou because of Zongtian, wouldn't his efforts in the past few years be completely in vain?

Although Jiang Yu's heart was already a little messy, Zongtian didn't have time to watch his good show. Soul iron is a difficult material to deal with, not to mention that this is still a soul iron with dual attributes of wind and fire. Naturally, a lot of time was wasted working with such a complex material, and for some special effects, it took a full ten minutes.

Although ten minutes can only be called short in the eyes of many people, after all, it only took a few seconds to create a sword embryo in the previous Zongtian, so these ten minutes are hundreds of times different from the previous seconds, right?

Although it is difficult to distinguish the specific boundary between the sharp blades of the sword, the two sides of the sword are completely different colors, and such emerald green and crimson naturally represent the completely different wind and fire in the soul iron. At this time, there was naturally one more person who was amazed, and Zongtian's approach also made him guess something that might happen.

With the sword embryo in his hand, Zongtian immediately entered the state of soul tempering, and his performance at this time was very similar to Cheng Fang before, just reenacting the scene in front of them, but it seemed to be fast-forwarding.