At this time, it seems that Zongtian should have taken a lot of detours in the process of learning sword casting with his father back then, but at this time, by observing Yinbai, Zongtian also discovered the essence of such sword casting. Smelt with the fire of life, and then shape it with soul energy, and such an essence may not even be clear to the creator.

This essence is indeed a lot of understanding for many people, but when it comes to actual operation, it is another matter. However, in the process of learning, there are more ideas, which can always help people improve.

Time passed day by day, and the swordsmiths cultivated by Zongtian were gradually mastering that skill, but when the situation was so good, discordant voices still appeared after all. Such a problem naturally stems from the finite flame, and it didn't seem like a problem at first.

The well-behaved Yinbai gave up the opportunity to train because of his rapid progress, but this behavior was not because of his pride or laziness, although he no longer practiced, but when those who were not as good as him practiced, he had been watching silently. A child's behavior undoubtedly gave the pergola a little more order, and those adults were also consciously lining up to practice at this time.

It's just that this kind of practice is mainly based on the seven people selected by Zongtian after all, and those who are watching don't have too many complaints at the beginning. While the main force was resting, they also had some opportunities to come forward and feel the flames, and the seeds of contradiction were planted here.

What is the concept of three hundred people waiting for two things? Even after queuing all night, most of them were people who couldn't see the flames. And when the main force is rested and ready for the next day's struggle, will it be behind the still long line?

Queuing is a problem, and because everyone's situation is different, the time spent on the flame is also somewhat different. When the first question arises, the rest of the questions pop up one after another, and the atmosphere created by Silver and White disappears at this time.

It should be gratifying in the eyes of the teacher that the students are working so hard, but at this time, Zongtian is extremely big. Although with his strength, he can easily quell this incident, but what about after that? Do you want to hold your watch and wait next to the flames? So what if someone is about to catch the feeling, and the time is coming again?

Faced with such a situation, Zongtian finally couldn't bear it anymore, and at this time he also turned around and left. But this turn is not an escape, he is just looking for a solution to the problem.

"How's the soul iron?" Finding Wan Ling'er's Zongtian again is somewhat empty-hearted, because the relationship between the two seems to have flipped again.

"Soul Iron is a difficult thing to do." Although she has indeed been tortured enough by this incident in the past few days, Zong Tian's faint heart has not escaped Wan Ling'er's eyes, and this seems to be a great opportunity to relieve her resentment.

"So how many have you collected now?" This answer made Zongtian a little flustered.

"How much?" And Zongtian's appearance also made Wan Ling'er have more desire to hang his appetite, "How many catties are there?" ”

"How many pounds?! How long will it take to get 10 tons? Hearing such an answer, Zongtian really wanted to be a shopkeeper.

"Of course, it's going to take a lot of time." Wan Ling'er just continued her slow rhythm.

"I advise you to hurry." After all, the situation couldn't be worse, and Zongtian also regained his composure at this time, "Now the classroom is already a little chaotic, as for when there will be an armed fight, then I don't dare to say." ”

"What!?" Such words finally made Wan Ling'er nervous, "I can understand the chaos in the classroom, what is the situation of the brawl?!" ”

"It's not because of the facilities."

"Huh? Do you want soul iron to build a classroom? Wan Ling'er's reaction made Zongtian stunned for a moment.

"What kind of classroom, it's a stove."

"Huh? It's not a classroom. Wan Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief, although that kind of pergola was the best of both worlds that she had finally come up with, but such an open-air teaching did make her feel a little weak.

"Wait, stove? How can I lack a stove here? It's impossible to move all of them to that open space, but there's nothing wrong with practicing in a different place, right? And ten tons of soul iron for a furnace? What are you going to burn?! ”

"Can you not ask so many questions at once?" Zongtian, who was already a little big, was even more because of Wan Ling'er's sudden impatience, and some headaches.

"Okay, I won't be specific about teaching." After all, the things that she is proficient in are different, and Wan Ling'er also chose to believe in Zongtian at this time, "There are about more than four tons of soul iron in the warehouse now, if you can use it, use it first." ”

"Didn't you just say that there were only a few pounds?"

"Is it okay to have 8,000 catties!"

Such words naturally sent Zongtian away, and the soul iron he asked for was then sent to the humble classroom.

Such a big scene naturally made the classroom that was a little out of control temporarily regain calm, and Zongtian also took advantage of this opportunity to attract everyone's attention.

"You've seen so much soul iron." Although the words were plain, Zong Tian at this time was also strongly suppressing the shock in his heart, because he didn't expect that four tons of soul iron could be piled up into a small mountain.

"And they'll be in our classrooms......" pauses at this point, of course, because of the questioning of the word classroom, "Let's call it a classroom." ”

And such self-deprecation seems to have blown away the anger in the hearts of the students slightly.

"There's a reason they're here, and it should reduce some of your disputes." Soul iron is naturally not suitable for practice, so under such words, it must be something that Zongtian himself wants to cast.

"I think you've guessed a few, and it turned out to be even better than you thought." If you just let the students observe his skills, naturally there will still be many people who choose to practice on their own, but when Zongtian says that what he wants to do is a fire, then those students can't help but be excited.

"Master, can I help?"

Just when the others were rejoicing, a childish voice also appeared beside Zongtian, and looking at the silver white around him, Zongtian also showed some warm smiles.

"Absolutely."

At this time, it was the fourth day of Zongtian's teaching, and although he did not give much guidance to these students during this period, it did not mean that he had been idle. Since the situation in the soul plane is different from the real world, Zong Tian has also conceived a lot of ideas about the furnace he is about to make.

The first thing to solve is naturally the supply of soul energy. Because of the lack of experience, it was naturally impossible for those students to forge such a sword embryo while lighting a fire like Zongtian, and a combination of two people also came into being at this time, after all, when one person practiced, the other person was needed to act as a tool to make a fire.

Regarding the source of soul energy, Zongtian first thought of the soul stone. The crystallization of this soul energy will immediately become abundant soul energy when it is crushed, and this constitutes the first part of the furnace, the crushing chamber of the soul stone.

After having soul energy, coupled with the sword pattern mastered by Zongtian, the entire furnace seemed to have taken shape, but Zongtian was not satisfied with this. As a good young man who has received a real-world education, he still has some knowledge of physics, so some of the cost can be squeezed, and it also makes Zongtian want to make the stove more convenient.

Although the previous idea was quite good, when the soul iron piled up in front of Zongtian, Zongtian was easily defeated by reality. Because he had never made anything other than weapons, he was a little skeptical that he could make it...... No, don't say you did, it seems like a problem to hold such a large object.

"Cheng Fang." After a short period of thought, Zongtian also called the most authoritative swordsmith among the students.

"What's the matter?"

Although Zongtian was their master at this time, the way that person often fell into thinking also made Cheng Fang a little flattering, not to mention that he was still in full view at this time.

"I'll just ask you something." After saying these words to Cheng Fang, Zong Tian found that all his students were still paying attention to him, "You guys are busy with your own affairs first, I still have some small problems to solve." ”

Fortunately, Zongtian sent everyone away at this time, and Cheng Fang came over a little reluctantly.

"How did you get your sword to float before?" It seems that when thinking about the problem, it is difficult for Zongtian to notice other things, not to mention those students with different expressions, Cheng Fang's appearance at this time should have made him feel strange.

"Floating?" Such a strange question naturally attracted Cheng Fang's attention.

"Yes, when your soul is sharpened, didn't the sword float?" Zongtian gestured a little stupidly, and Cheng Fang finally understood what Zongtian meant.

"You mean." Cheng Fang casually picked up a piece of soul iron from his side, "So?" ”

After Cheng Fang's words, the piece of soul iron also floated in the air.

"Yes, that's it!"

Compared with Zongtian's excitement, Cheng Fang's expression became more and more weird.

"You really won't do this?"

"That can't fool you."

And Zongtian didn't quite understand Cheng Fang's weird performance.

"Master, although I admire your sword-forging skills, you don't even know how to ...... You're not going to be some alien, are you? ”

Although Cheng Fang just said it casually at this time, Zong Tian was taken aback, but fortunately, he didn't say that at this time, how do you know.