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Mu Feng's heart suddenly sudden, he didn't expect Li Mu to really open the sword, the fat on his face trembled, and cold sweat came out of his back.

At this moment, he remembered the broken corpses that hung in the square.

The Feng clan was the most cruel of all the leaders of the Yin Corpse Gang, and his fate might be even worse than those corpses.

But he looked at the sword carefully, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Although the quality of this sword is superior, it is even a little worse than his previous works. It's definitely not enough to cut off the steel column.

He let out a slow sigh of relief to calm himself down.

"Impossible, how can the craftsmanship of these wastes surpass me."

He meditated in his heart, comforting himself. A burst of exclamations suddenly woke him up, and another sword embryo was successfully quenched. Wipe off the oil stains on the sword, revealing the shiny sword body.

[Unnamed Longsword: The sword is 98cm long, the blade is 72cm long, and the sword weighs 2.08kg, this is an excellent weapon, and its blade will make your enemies fearful.] 】

The introduction to this sword is a little shorter than that of the previous sword, not because it is inferior to the previous sword, but because its sharpness no longer needs to be highlighted by the introduction of the forging material.

"This"

Mu Feng's pupils shrank, he didn't expect that a second quenched sword embryo would appear, which was a bit unbelievable. And he could see the texture of the sword. With his eyes that had examined countless swords, he knew that this sword was extraordinary. It's not much worse than the best sword he's forged.

"But even with this sword, it is impossible to cut off a nine-centimeter steel pillar."

He felt a little hot all over his body. He tugged at his collar and looked at the blacksmith who had forged the blade. The blacksmith's face was so ecstatic that he couldn't close his mouth with a smile.

"I'll let you be proud for a while."

A trace of gloom flashed in Mu Feng's heart, and he gritted his teeth. In a few days, he was ready to contact a few killers and kill the blacksmith. He is the only one who can have this skill in the whole of Larkin Bede, and those marauders and the Shadow Corpse Gang can only find him to forge weapons.

The last sword embryo is gone. Mu Feng's heart had already relaxed. Wang Quanli was only an orphan, and one of his mothers made a living by washing the clothes of the marauders, and he worked as a beggar in Lakin Bayde. Until one day, with a pile of dirty copper and silver coins, he came to Lakin Bede and asked to join the forge as an apprentice.

Although Wang Quanli has made rapid progress, Mu Feng has always looked down on him, what kind of iron can a beggar make.

The sword embryo forged by Wang Quanli adopts the shape of an eight-sided Han sword. The blade of the sword is straight. The spine of the sword is thicker than that of a normal sword, and it also increases the strength by increasing the edges of the blade. More steel is used than a normal sword. The power of the slash is also much stronger than that of an ordinary sword.

Wang Quanli's hand was very steady, he held the sword embryo with iron tongs, and put the sword into the gas furnace. The sword embryo is burned red-hot. A pair of eyes ignored the dazzling flames and carefully observed the changes in the sword body in the flames.

Mu Feng was disdainful, the sword embryo that Wang Quanli shot out was too thick. In this way, it is very easy to be heated unevenly, and it will crack directly during quenching.

Finally. Wang Quan used iron tongs to pull out the blade of the sword, and the blade was heated to the point of almost incandenation. Very few people quench at this temperature. Even if the quenching is successful, the body of the sword will be too hard, and the yield strength will be lower, and it will be very easy to break during the split.

But Wang Quanli has his own considerations. The sword in his hand was thicker than an ordinary sword, and he was not afraid to break it when he slashed.

He is very sensitive to the amount of mutated metals in steel, although he cannot estimate it with the same accuracy as those swordsmiths. The amount of alienated silicon-manganese in the steel allotted to him was a bit too high, which would increase the strength of the sword body, but weaken the sword body's resistance to psionic erosion.

Therefore, he simply used his share and added all the leftovers left over from the dismantling of the rails by other blacksmiths to the iron, adjusting the content of alienated silicon-manganese to the appropriate range.

Wang Quanli took a deep breath, and then suddenly immersed the entire sword embryo in the quenching oil.

With a "bang" sound, heavy oil smoke gushed out of the quenching tank. Because the temperature is too high, the quenching oil on the surface is ignited directly. The raging flames rose and rushed to a height of three or four meters.

Everyone present was engrossed in staring at the quenching tank, regardless of the outcome of the gambling. As long as this sword is successfully quenched, it is enough to make three swords out of the five sword embryos alone, which is enough to be jaw-dropping.

"Collapse! Collapse! Collapse! ”

A crisp sound sounded from the quenching tank, and the onlookers were already showing regretful expressions. This sword failed to quench, and should have been broken in the quenching groove.

"Haha."

A smug smile appeared on Mu Feng's face. The crystal had already fallen into his hands. As long as it fell into his hands and changed hands, it was enough for him to buy hundreds of slaves. Renting them to a slave labor company run by the Corpse Gang would bring him a steady stream of money.

Wang Quanli's heart also chuckled, he spent countless energy on this sword, almost exhausted his efforts, and tried to make a splash, but he didn't expect it to fail.

His hands went limp, and he barely had the strength to pull his sword out of the quenching groove.

Li Mu's eyes narrowed, he took the iron tongs from Wang Quanli's hand and pulled the sword embryo out of the quenching trough. The sword embryo was intact, but it was covered with oil, and it was impossible to see if there were any cracks on the sword embryo.

"Listening to this voice, there will be no less than seven cracks on this sword embryo."

Mu Feng's face was full of confidence, his years of experience in sword forging made him very sure that this sword embryo was definitely useless.

"You can attach those two swords to the hydraulic arm and see if you can cut through the steel pillars. Of course, if you're afraid of breaking the sword, you don't have to try. The price of these two swords has exceeded that crystal. If you lose, it's just a little less money. ”

Mu Feng's face was full of smiles. But in his heart, he has begun to secretly plan. He coveted Li Mu's technique of identifying the sword embryo very much, and thought that after waiting for this matter, he would report the situation to the Feng clan and ask them to torture this valuable technology.

The thought of the money that would roll in after obtaining this technology made the smile on his face even brighter.

The corners of Li Mu's mouth also showed a hint of a smile, and the information of the sword embryo in his hand had already popped up on his retina.

"Really?"

As he spoke, he grabbed the rag that had been placed on the edge of the quenching nest, clipped it to the sword, and wiped it vigorously.

Even if it is not polished. The sword body was still like a mirror, and every minute of it reflected Li Mu's face. The most bizarre thing is that on the spine of the sword, there are lines similar to the cracking of ice chips, and the splinters are stacked layer by layer, which has a strange beauty.

The sound of quenching is made when these lines are formed. ”

"It's an ice crack."

In the silence, a blacksmith suddenly spoke the name of the pattern.

"It's impossible, how can anyone forge an ice crack in Lakin Bede, it's impossible."

Mu Feng looked at the long sword in amazement, the lines on the sword's body, and it felt as if the whole world had collapsed. There had never been a blacksmith from the Deccan Plateau before. Forged a weapon with an ice crack too. How could such a sword suddenly appear when he was making a bet.

Only when the content of alienated silicon-manganese reaches a delicate balance in the steel, and the temperature during quenching is just right, will this extremely cherished ice crack appear on the sword body. Every sword with ice cracks. It doesn't have to be sharp, but it's indestructible.

[Unnamed long sword: the early work of Master Wang Quanli, the sword is 112cm long.] The blade length is 85 cm, and the sword weighs 3.35 kg. Rigidity and softness, invincible]

"Look, I can take that piece of anodized gold."

A smile appeared on the corner of Li Mu's mouth. This sword far exceeded his expectations, and there was still a big gap between it and the swordsmith's work, but it was definitely a rare good sword. If he wanted to break this sword, he would have to have more power than the Titan Tyrannosaurus.

Before the World War, delicate katanas, after quenching, required more than 20 days or even more than a month of careful grinding and polishing to make the blade perfect and sharp.

But the blacksmiths of the wasteland don't spend their time on that. The beautiful lines on the sword will not make the mutant creature hesitate for a second when it tears the swordsman apart. A blade that is too sharp is also very easy to break when it collides and slashes violently, especially when chopping various bone plates and bones.

They just sharpened the blade with fine abrasive paper attached to the electric wheel, preliminarily cut the blade for the long sword, and then carefully sharpened it with a whetstone to smooth the blade so that the long sword was sharp enough to kill.

Li Mu stared at Mu Feng with a pair of eyes to prevent him from doing some irrational behavior. Then a large piece of anodized gold was enough for him to jump off the wall in a hurry.

Mu Feng has been dripping cold sweat, and drops of sweat are dripping down his hair. His clothes were soaked, as if they had been doused with water. He panicked, his fingers trembling involuntarily. This is simply unbelievable for a blacksmith who needs to have his hands steady.

Blacksmiths began to add equipment to their swords. The hilt and blade of the sword are very important, and if they are not strong enough, it is very easy for the samurai to crush the hilt and shatter the sword grid when using a long sword.

The forge has a variety of pre-cast equipment, and several swordsmiths have opted for sturdy steel hilts and grids, which are not very aesthetically pleasing, but very durable.

Li Mu took the sword from their hands, and handed the second quenched one to Li Mei, which was much stronger than the mass-produced sword left by her father. As Li Mei's strength grew, it was very easy to break the sword body and destroy the relics left by her father during battle.

He was holding the Ice Crack Sword himself, it was hard and heavy, as if it had been made for him.

As for the original sword, he was going to put it away and take it to Xinlinfen to sell it and get back a little blood. Larkin Bede is not a place where he can buy and sell fairly, and the Feng clan, who has lost the electrochemical gold, will also track him down through this sword.

"You can't take that piece of anodized gold yet, you still have to test it again, I can't be surpassed, the ice crack on this sword must be fake, it's a stunt, it's a camouflage."

Mu Feng's throat seemed to have lost moisture, his voice was hoarse and ugly, and he pointed a finger at Li Mu and Wang Quanli and said.

[It's about to be 515, I hope to continue to hit the 515 red envelope list, and the red envelope rain will be able to give back to readers and promotional works on May 15. A piece is also love, and it must be better! (To be continued.) )