The flames were first red, and then slowly turned into emerald green, and this appearance naturally made those who had been in a long line ecstatic together. The only source of fire that was originally held by the stars was immediately abandoned by the waiting army, and Cheng Fang seemed to be able to finally monopolize his sword. It's just that he could have done so, but at this time he also joined the army that watched the fire.

Although he could have guessed such a scene, he still greatly underestimated the enthusiasm of these people to call friends, not only the apprentices of three hundred people gathered here, but there were even many more people in this open space, purely to watch the lively people.

"This handwriting is atmospheric enough." Just as Zongtian was a little surprised by the scene in front of him, a tactful voice also sounded beside him.

"Are you even alarmed?" The person who spoke to Zongtian was naturally Wanling'er, and the words that Zongtian said at this time were somewhat hypocritical. After all, her backyard is so noisy, how could Wan Ling'er not come and take a look.

"Thirteen, fourteen ......" But at this time, Wan Ling'er didn't care about Zongtian's words, because she was struggling to count the number of fires in the crowd.

"Don't count, there are twenty-two." Looking at her difficult appearance, Zongtian naturally helped her.

"Why is that number?" Such a non-zero and untidy nature makes Wan Ling'er a little surprised,

"Because the soul iron is not enough." It's just such surprise, but it also gives Zongtian a chance to complain.

"Okay, you wait, I'll be tired to death, I mean satisfy you."

I don't know if Wan Ling'er deliberately said something wrong at this time, but Zongtian still has bad news to tell her.

"You probably didn't see what happened just now, but with your ingenuity, I think you must have thought of such a thing." Zongtian looked at Wan Ling'er seriously, "This kind of fire naturally didn't come for nothing, and it was because of this that the soul iron of the fire attribute should have been reduced a lot, and I also carved as many life sword patterns as possible in the passage of flames." ”

"But even so." Although I have said so many good things before, the bad disappear is bad news, "This furnace still consumes a lot of soul stones, and I can only try how much." ”

"It's just a soul stone." After being hung for a long time, Wan Ling'er just smacked her lips.

"Isn't it too much to burn money directly?" It seems that she didn't expect Wan Ling'er to react like this at all, and Zongtian was stunned instead.

"As a businessman, am I short of money?" Facing the stupidity of Zongtian, Wan Ling'er only glanced at him slightly.

Such a blow was undoubtedly a bit fatal to Zongtian, and at this time, he finally gave up his plan to fight Wan Ling'er, so cultivating these swordsmiths well became his only concern.

Although twenty-two fires greatly alleviated the problem of scramble, it was somewhat lacking to allow three hundred people to use them. However, Zongtian's work obviously stimulated Wan Ling'er's enthusiasm, and the remaining soul iron also quickly appeared on this clearing.

In the face of such a situation, Zongtian did not bother with anything, and the number of fires jumped to fifty in just half a day. This number, coupled with the fact that a lot of enthusiasm has faded from the students, is clearly enough for all the students as long as the distribution is reasonable.

After solving such a contradiction, Zongtian's classroom can be regarded as restoring its harmonious appearance, and the simple learning life is also a rapid flow of time. However, Zongtian selected indeed some good seedlings, even Yingning, who made the slowest progress among these people, only took half a month to master the casting technique. And the reason why she was so anxious before, Zongtian also knew it through this period of skill.

In fact, Zongtian had already had some guesses before, because Ying Ning's hands really didn't look like they often did some rough work, and her previous impatience was also because of this. It's because of the cherishing of her hands, so she has always used the sword embryo cast by others before, and it is not difficult to see from her soul that she still has a strong paranoia, which makes it difficult for her to be satisfied with other people's works. She has been struggling with such contradictions before, and it is no wonder that she had such an exaggerated performance at that time.