Although the students of Class 9 do not know how to forge, they can still understand whether the weapon is good or bad.

This sword, obviously better than the previous one!

"Try this one again." Liu Shaobai handed over the freshly cast sword to Yi Fengliu.

Yi Fengliu held the sword in his hand with a little warmth, and his eyes suddenly lit up.

This sword......

He didn't know how to describe it, but the moment he held it in his hand, he felt that this sword was definitely the best he had ever seen in his life.

Compared to the previous one, he didn't feel any electricity, and the blade seemed to be much lighter.

The students of Class 9 saw that they were about to dance swords again, and they all hid in the corner at the moment.

Yi Fengliu took a deep breath and swung his sword again, and this time, there was no lightning and thunder, leaving only sword shadows, dazzling everyone's eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion of merry, the sword in his hand seems to be integrated with him, his movements are getting faster and faster, and suddenly a sword is cut down, and a dark blue cold light suddenly flies out!

I heard a loud bang, and where the cold light passed, a huge crack was suddenly pierced through the wall of the forge, and the crack was scorched black all around.

Sentimental: "......"

The previous sword could only leave dents in the wall, and this sword ...... Directly split through the wall?!

He didn't have any effort at all......

Liu Shaobai looked at this effect, and his complexion eased slightly.

The materials are insufficient, it is reluctant to be able to make it like this, if you have the materials at hand, don't say that this wall is over, and the entire Fenghua weapons shop can be demolished.

"The sword is yours." Liu Shaobai said.

Yi Fengliu froze in place in an instant, and he looked at Liu Shaobai in disbelief.

Return... Belongs to him?

Did he hear him right?

When the students of Class 9 heard this, they were going crazy.

"Mentor, this sword is too precious for me to accept." Yi Fengliu forcibly suppressed the excitement in his heart, lowered his eyes, and handed the sword in both hands to Liu Shaobai.

Liu Shaobai glanced at Yi Fengliu, "This sword is tailor-made for you." ”

Yi Fengliu was slightly shocked, suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at Liu Shaobai in shock.

Tailor-made for him?

No wonder, no wonder when he made this sword, the sword seemed to merge with him.

Can......

This sword is too precious.

"Mentor......" Yifeng wanted to say something, but Liu Shaobai waved his hand.

"If you don't want it, throw it in the furnace."

Yifeng was stunned for a moment, and he suddenly knelt down in front of Liu Shaobai.

"One day as a teacher and a father for life, thank the master for a while!" As he spoke, Yi Fengliu put his sword aside and kowtowed three times at Liu Shaobai.

The word "Master" is the word "Master" in Yifengliu's mouth, and these two words are completely different from those of the teacher.

Leaving the academy, there is little relationship between the student and the tutor, but the master is just as he said.

A teacher for one day and a father for life!

Liu Shaobai chuckled, "I don't plan to be your father as a teacher." ”

Having said that, this is what he said.

Yi Fengliu stood up excitedly and carefully held the sword in his hand.

The students of Class 9 watched the successful apprenticeship of Yifengliu, and they were extremely greedy.

"Master! You can't favor one over the other! We are your apprentices too! Du Hong snorted slightly, and knelt directly on the ground.

Can't be cheap old and old one!

In an instant, the students of Class 9 fell to their knees.