"I'm sorry, I'm a rough worker, so it's really ...... to carve sword patterns on such a small weapon" Seeing Zongtian's expression, the strong man scratched his face a little shyly, "Anyway, I'm sorry for you." ”

After saying such words, the strong man actually planned to leave, but Zongtian opened his mouth at this time.

"Wait."

Even when he heard such words, the strong man did not express any joy, because even if Zong Tian stopped him, he felt that most of the words he was about to usher in were humiliation.

"This sword pattern is quite interesting." With such words, a smile also appeared on Zongtian's face.

Things are just as Zongtian said, although the appearance of that sword pattern is really a bit wild, and compared to the kind of sword pattern that should be engraved on the sword, the soul of this strong man in front of him seems to be out of line. But even so, Zongtian saw the calmness and tempering of time in such wildness. Although it was just a basic rune, Zongtian felt that such a foundation, even if it was against himself, that strong man would not be far behind.

"What's your name?"

"Huh? Oh, my name is Hengbu. Until this time, the strong man didn't react, whether Zongtian's evaluation just now was good or bad, but at this time, Zongtian didn't say anything ugly, and he was already very grateful.

"Sideways? You wait a minute, you don't have to leave. ”

"Oh." Hearing this, the strong man also stepped aside honestly, and this appearance also made Zongtian shake his head with a smile.

One person ended, but there were still six people on the field, and Zongtian also refocused his attention on the examination room. At this time, it was still Cheng Fang's imitator who made the most noise, and the first person Zong Tian saw was still copying the sword pattern in the air, as if he hadn't found the feeling of soul sharpening until this time.

Such a look naturally made Zongtian look away, and a figure like a meditation came into Zongtian's eyes at this time. Unexpectedly, in addition to Cheng Fang's imitators, there were also people imitating themselves. However, this kind of thing is obviously not Zongtian's patent, so if it is an imitation, it is probably a little self-inflicted by Zongtian.

Zongtian looked at the motionless man silently, but what he could observe at this time was the face of the person. It was an ordinary-looking young man, if you distinguish it carefully, that person's age should be older than Zongtian, and Zongtian couldn't help but sigh after observing it for a while, such a look is really like dozing off with a sword embryo. It's really a little embarrassing that Kaixuan at that time believed in himself so much in such a situation.

After confirming that fact, Zongtian also leaned down slightly, and his fingers directly touched the seemingly unchanged sword embryo at this time. Relying on his control of soul energy, Zongtian watched the inside of the sword without the other party noticing it at all.

Contrary to the plain exterior, the inside of the sword body was completely turbulent. It's just that it is completely different from the kind of hollowing made by Zongtian, the person in front of him actually engraved the sword pattern on the inside of the weapon, and under the impact of his water attribute soul energy, the sword pattern that has begun to take shape is also spreading in the sword body.

What that person did at this time was not just using his soul energy, along with the slight destruction of the weapon, some metal powder was also mixed in the soul energy, but this kind of mixing also strengthened the power of the soul energy. At this time, inside the sword embryo, a growing silver dragon was raging in the weapon, but when Zongtian opened his eyes, the surface of the sword was still calm.

It seems that this apprenticeship is also a kind of learning for Zongtian, but such a scene makes him feel empty again, what if he can't teach it?

However, things have come to such a point that it seems that there is no room for Zongtian to regret something, at least this assessment should not be interrupted like this.

After experiencing that shock, Zongtian's expression was only calm, but when he looked at the next candidate with that strong composure, he could hardly hold back that expression.

The person in front of him obviously still looks like a teenager, but his soul looks like he has a bit of an old feeling, but what surprised Zongtian was definitely not such a thing, what surprised him was the weapon in the young man's hand. Although the sword at this time was still only a prototype, a familiar chill slowly drifted from the sword.

Could it be the sword pattern handed down by the master? No, it's impossible, Xiang Yin Ming told him before, even in the face of her as a daughter, the master was tight-lipped about that sword pattern. It's just that he seems to be an outsider who has learned, right?

With such doubts, Zongtian also carefully observed the sword pattern, and in the process of the young man's gradual completion, Zongtian also found a lot of problems. Does it just look similar? But the resemblance is indeed somewhat striking.

Because he looked too closely, when Zongtian raised his head again, the sun had already sunk a little, and this appearance also made Zongtian quickly look at the remaining two candidates. Although the appearance of the two of them is also excellent, the decent appearance is not amazing.

However, such a normal performance made Zong Tian feel a little grateful, if Lingzhu City was really so hidden in the dragon and crouching tiger, then the possibility of the Horcrux he was looking for would seem to be very slim.

As the sun gradually approached the horizon, the candidates present also submitted their works one after another. At this time, the first person to hand in the work was the person who was in the sword embryo, and looking at his work, Zong Tian was also quietly relieved while being amazed.

Although the soul sharpening in the sword embryo is very amazing, this person's skills still have a lot to be sharpened. Not only was the sword pattern engraved on the inside a little rough, but the metal powder also caused a lot of obstacles when the soul energy passed through.

Seeing such a situation, Zongtian suddenly had some inspiration. At this time, he held the black blade in his left hand, and the death qi began to erode the blade. Under Zongtian's deliberate control, countless small holes instantly appeared on the surface of that sword.

After all this last night, Zongtian puffed up his soul energy again, and with a storm inside the sword body, those fine powders not only polished the sword patterns more rounded under the impact of soul energy, but also erupted from the countless small holes.

The metal powder directly turned into a puff of black smoke at this time, and Zongtian was also like that, directly holding his white blade. The emerald green flames rose, and the resulting high temperature actually caused the fine powder to perfectly block the small holes that had been broken before, and after doing this, Zongtian returned the sword to the man.