The invitation is an invitation from Maple City!

A swordsmith also opened the belt space, knelt on the ground, held the invitation in both hands, and cried with tears.

The other eight swordsmiths were shaken and couldn't wait to open the space in their belts.

The moment they saw the invitation, they couldn't suppress the excitement in their hearts, and they celebrated with their foreheads and smiled.

Ye Changsheng looked at this scene in astonishment, he really couldn't understand where this frenzy of these people came from.

The others are okay, Master Zhuang has been to Fengcheng before, how can he be so excited?

Elder Zeng Xiangyang of the Xingyue Sect was also a master outside the square, how could he be so out of shape?

Is the invitation of the Maple City Ye family really so important?

President Mu Qingke stepped forward with a smile, and waited for everyone's emotions to calm down before he said solemnly: "This invitation can only bring you into Fengcheng, but it is not so easy to stay in Fengcheng to study. ”

At this moment, everyone else in the hall had already left, and only ten swordsmiths remained.

Of the ten, only two had gray hair, and the remaining eight were all gray-haired.

Therefore, Mu Qingke tried not to look at a certain young and excessive face, and continued: "In the next three days, you will have the honor of appreciating a Divine Refining Grade Long Sword, and everyone will reverse the process of forging the sword. Maple City will decide whether you can stay in Maple City for further study based on your performance. ”

The Sword Forging Masters nodded one after another, they had already learned that they were going to taste the Divine Refining Grade Long Sword, so they were in a very good state adjustment, and they could start at any time.

Seeing that everyone had no objections, Mu Qingke led everyone out of the hall and walked towards the underground sword room.

On the path leading to the small courtyard, the guard was fierce, and Ye Changsheng even sensed the breath of several strong people, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

On weekdays, the hidden sword room is guarded by strong people, and a total of four strong people take turns to guard it, but today is different, and the four strong people all seem to be in charge of guarding.

These powerful men deliberately leak their own aura as a way to deter those who have bad intentions.

The other swordsmiths were also amazed, although the usual sword-hiding room was heavily guarded, it was not to such an exaggerated level.

Entering the small courtyard, Mu Qingke used a simple key to unlock the door of a three-story building, and everyone rushed in, passed through the side hall, and entered an underground passage.

There were many restrictions along the way, and finally the group came to two tall stone gates.

The gate opened suddenly, and a vast sea of swords, like a magnificent scroll, slowly unfolded in front of everyone.

Ye Changsheng's heart suddenly became restless, looking at the sparkling waves that stretched into the distance, and he couldn't wait to throw himself into this sea of swords now.

There are at least more than 300,000 hidden swords in the sword room!

A considerable part of this comes from the hidden swords that were brought from the treasure troves of the destroyed countries after the Federation's war to destroy the country.

There are also some imperial swords from the former Fuei Principality and the former Principality of Yaori.

There is also the donation of Mu Qingke and other bigwigs, just Mu Qingke alone donated 30,000 Tibetan swords.

The swordsmiths walked in the sea of swords, their expressions solemn one by one, as if there was a sacred god hidden in this sea, which made them respect from the bottom of their hearts.

In front of the two rows of sword stands, Mu Qingke suddenly stopped.

The tall sword frames of the two factions formed a strict canyon, and the long swords hanging on the sword racks were like separate waves.

The old manager who came with Mu Qingke made a few handprints with his thin big hands, and mysterious runes flew forward in a flickering manner.

Bang!

The earth sank, and the two rows of sword frames were like two awakened dragons, shaking their bodies, and the end of the sword sinked with the ground, slowly moving forward.

In the blink of an eye, they turned into two solid walls, guarding a tunnel that sloped downward.

Mu Qingke looked at the square tunnel mouth in front of him, took a deep breath, and strode forward.

After half a burnt incense, everyone's eyes suddenly opened up, and a boxy and bright space appeared, but in the huge space, only nine swords were stored, placed in the position of nine palaces.

Each sword rests on a half-human-high carved stone pillar, covered with transparent glass, which is breathtakingly beautiful.

Mu Qingke stood upright, his eyes were full of pride, and he looked at the nine swords as if he was looking at his own child.

At this moment, Ye Changsheng had respect for this old man.

Since the formation of the Sword Forgers Guild, there are too many things to find fault with, and there are too many deficiencies, they can say a lot of things as long as they use their mouths, or even use their brains.

However, Mu Qingke and they started from scratch, step by step, and it took more than ten years to support such a big mess.

That's why they have the atmosphere of the Sword Forger Guild they see today, and they have the heritage and collection that matches the guild.

Mu Qingke and his pioneers have invested unimaginable effort and energy in this regard.

This alone is enough to win Ye Changsheng's respect and win the respect of everyone.

Of course, this old man's temperament is still not liked, but the gentleman is harmonious and different, respect and liking are two different things.

Ye Changsheng's gaze turned, and the sword in the middle of the Nine Palaces should be a divine refining level long sword.

Judging from the shape of the long sword and the luster of the sword body, Changsheng knew that this was a very old ancient sword.

As for the scabbard placed side by side with the sword body, Changsheng could see at a glance that it was a descendant.

Almost at the same time, the ten swordsmiths couldn't help but move their feet, walked to the center one after another, and finally surrounded the stone pillar, looking at the ancient sword in the glass cover in daze.

"If the Divine Grade Long Sword can still see the texture of metal, this Divine Refining Grade Long Sword can't see it at all. ”

Sima Zhen continued, "When casting a long sword above the holy level, it must be assisted by spiritual fire, especially the casting of a divine refining level long sword. The smelting liquid of the sword has been smelted to the end, and it has transformed into another kind of existence, like gold and not gold, like stone and not stone, not in the five elements, but it is secretly in line with the five elements. ”

The masters nodded their heads, and so did their first feeling, the material of this sword alone was beyond their comprehension.

On weekdays, they have countless swords, and most of them can only be seen at first glance.

But this sword can't be seen through.

Ye Changsheng didn't hear everyone's discussion at all, and his eyes were fixed on the hilt of the ancient sword.

On the hilt of the dark cyan sword, several mysterious large seal runes were engraved, and fine divine light flashed between the textures.

He had seen these runes, on the repaired metal block of the Four Sheep Fangzun, and on the booklet given to him by the four elders of Nanfeng!