[Tatsumune]

The discussion in the council hall made Mo Chen feel tired, and after placing the extremely artistic ice sculpture of Runyan, he and Han Ling hung out in the sect.

It is more appropriate to say that it is idle than to supervise the work, and after the management change, all kinds of work of Chenzong are carried out in an orderly manner, and the post-war repair is about to be completed.

The sound of striking iron in the military headquarters attracted Mochen's attention.

"Hurry up, fill in the molten iron!" several strong men pulled down the furnace traction rope with all their might, and the hot molten iron flowed into the mold along the casting trough.

Mo Chen looked very fascinated, and when he was a child, he often followed his father to watch the blacksmiths of the sect build weapons, and the swords in his hands were forged from the rarest snow mine in Darirui.

"It's a pity that the molten iron temperature is not enough. Han Ling looked at the molten iron injected into the mold, and also shook his head and sighed.

Listening to Han Ling's opinion, it seemed that she still knew something about this casting, and Mo Chen asked suspiciously, "Han Ling didn't expect you to know a little about this casting." ”

Han Ling pulled out the sword against the water in his hand and showed it off in front of the ink dust, this move was also noticed by the blacksmith of Chenzong, and his eyes were shining staring at the sword in Han Ling's hand.

"Good sword, good sword!" The blacksmith didn't care about the work at hand, and rushed over directly, the excitement on his face matched with his whole body dancing, and he looked at Han Ling who was also dumbfounded.

"Uh......... Ignorance...... Can the girl borrow it and take a look?" the blacksmith's longing eyes, although Han Ling was reluctant, she still handed the sword to the blacksmith.

He held it in his hand and watched cautiously, touching the blade of the sword with his rough calloused hand, closing his eyes lightly and showing a sense of enjoyment on his face.

Then he sighed, handed the Reverse Water Sword back to Han Ling and said, "I am also satisfied to see such an artifact in my lifetime, thank you girl." After thanking Han Ling, the blacksmith returned to his busy life.

"Why do you say that yours is a good sword, and mine is very bad?" Mo Chen also learned to draw his sword and play with it in his hand, but the blacksmith did not pay attention, which made the atmosphere slightly awkward.

"As long as your sword is placed in Dariri, once it is out of Dariri, it will be scum. Han Ling's arrogant appearance was almost floating to the sky, and he said to Mo Chen: "In terms of casting, I am a great grandmaster." ”

"You just blow it, and the great grandmaster. Mo Chen also disdained Han Ling's words.

There are various professions in this world, such as alchemists, forgers, mechanics, charmers, array mages, book readers, time and space people, etc., who permeate all parts of people's lives.

Each profession has a strict hierarchy, taking the foundry as an example, it can be divided into beginner, bachelor, master, grandmaster, grand master, spirit craftsman, celestial craftsman, and divine craftsman.

"What's wrong with the Great Grandmaster? Is it very difficult? I can say that I am a spirit craftsman when I forge the Reverse Water Sword by myself!" Han Ling deliberately raised his tone, as if he wanted everyone in the Military Foundry to hear it.

Sure enough, this group of blacksmiths also didn't recognize the Lord Chen, only recognized the strongman, and once again wanted Han Ling to cast an excited gaze. This spirit craftsman was so attractive to them, and all of them ran around the two of them.

"My lord, show your hand. ~~ Show your hand. A group of people appealed to Han Ling bitterly, and they all knew in their hearts how much harvest and significance this observation casting would have for them if they succeeded.

"Okay, okay, let's forge a more satisfying sword for you. Han Ling agreed to the forgers' request.

Looking at the appearance of this Han Ling for the first time, Mo Chen also secretly cursed her in his heart, "A woman is also a great master of the foundry, blow hard, and promise to show your hand, see how embarrassed you are!"

Because of this master-servant contract, Han Ling naturally knew what this ink dust thought about herself, but she didn't pay attention to it, and walked up the wooden ladder alone to the inlet above the furnace.

The molten iron that Fang had just cast happened to be all integrated into the mold, and now Han Ling needed to re-add the ore.

"You help remove the mould at the end of the trough. Han Ling's words seemed to have magical power, and the group of casters rushed forward, but Mo Chen was a different scene, standing stupidly watching the excitement.

After a meal of manual labor, only the bare mud floor was left in the infusion place, Han Ling also nodded with satisfaction, and the group of casters seemed to have been recognized by the teacher.

At this time, Han Ling took out a dark blue ice silk bag, took out a piece of blue ore and a few gray scales from it, and threw it into the furnace.

"This is the Phantom Sea Crystal!" exclaimed one of the older men among the forgers.

Han Ling was also quite curious, there were people here who knew this rare ore.

The man also naturally spoke out about the origin and shared his own opinions. "When I was younger, I was doing odd jobs in a foundry in Ruicheng, and one day an outsider came and said that he wanted to make a spear head, which was made of this ore, but the casters couldn't do anything about it. ”

"Fortunately, the visitor did not blame anything, and I got the name of the ore from my conversation with him, and I took a small piece from the scrap and made it into a necklace. ”

As he spoke, he took out the necklace hanging around his neck and showed it to everyone.

"Yes, it's the Phantom Sea Crystal. At present, this mine is only mined on the island of Storm Island in the southeast of the world, and its ore contains extremely strong water-based elements, so it is very suitable for the weapons and equipment of those who cultivate and build ice and water attribute exercises. At this time, Han Ling was more like a teacher receiving classes, imparting knowledge to students.

A raging fire ignited under the furnace, slowly smelting the two items in the furnace. "Isn't it just that the ore is thrown into the furnace and melted, what's so difficult about that? At this time, Mo Chen also expressed his feelings in his heart.

Suddenly, there was a muffled sound in the furnace, and Han Ling quickly injected the origin breath into the furnace, and the flames under it were even more violent, and then the anti-cold technique was activated, and a little bit of ice crystals floated around the furnace as if to probe something.

As the minutes passed, the furnace itself was burned red, and the group of casters were terrified, the phantom sea crystal and the scales had not yet melted into water, and the furnace had melted into itself.

There was another muffled sound, and the hearts of the casters were in their throats at this moment, but Han Ling and Mo Chen were not shocked. The fire had intensified again, and the temperature had melted the snow inside the foundry.

"It's crazy, it's the first time I've seen such a radical approach to melting. ”

"The Great Grandmaster didn't panic, but we panicked. ”

"Sure enough, it's a great grandmaster, and this kind of self-confidence really comes from strength. The casters expressed their feelings and praises.

I saw Han Ling jump and jump directly from the wooden ladder. There was also a sudden roar in the furnace, and the manic energy seemed to be able to explode the furnace in the next second.

Han Ling didn't care about the situation in the furnace at this time, but quickly ran to the pouring port, took out a mold from the pouch, and threw it to the filling port for precise docking.

"The mold used by the Grand Master is just different. The observing casters looked at the crystal clear mold and exclaimed.

Han Ling arranged the mold, quickly returned to the furnace, pulled down the traction rope, and the dark blue mineral water flowed out of it, passed through the casting trough, and slowly entered the mold.

Gradually filled, what is amazing is that the capacity control of materials and molds is not bad at all. The dark blue mineral water gradually solidified into an ice-blue sword.

Han Ling took it out and took it to the ingot. He took out his own hammer in the bag and forged it repeatedly. Only then did Mo Chen understand the pain of slapping his face.

The rough work of this casting is really incompatible with a stunning beauty like Han Ling, and the sword body is becoming more and more crystal blue after repeated hammering.