Ye Changshang's thought moved, and on his arm, a faint luster flashed in an instant, covering it with a protective layer of spiritual power.

His arm stretched forward, and with the sword fan in his hand, he entered the space of the magic circle.

Airplanes!

The space of the circle was slightly distorted, and then returned to normal,

In the middle of the circle space, five huge water droplets were suspended side by side, and the black one on the left was the largest.

The gravitational field began to adjust, and the black water droplets slowly sank, like a mass of clotted fat, pressing against Jian Fan's mouth.

Under the action of his own gravity, the black water droplets bit by bit burrowed into Jian Fan's narrow opening.

When the molten metal completely penetrates into the sword fan, it just fills the entire sword fan, not more than one point, not less than one point.

"Bang!"

The sword fan of the spar finally couldn't withstand the weight of the force field in the magic circle, and shattered with a bang.

Countless fragments, even glittering fragments, did not fly around, but expanded outward at an incomparably slow speed.

The hand that Ye Changsheng probed into the space of the magic circle, and the five fingers danced like lotus flowers.

Shattered shards of crystal, flowing water slid downward, revealing the pitch-black sword body.

The powerful attributeless energy instantly stabilized the black sword body, and countless thoughts extended out and wrapped around the sword body.

Contemplation is formed, and it is turned on!

Magic Heart Synaesthesia, on!

Demon Heart Psychic, open!

Immediately, his other arm also reached into the space of the circle, and the palm of his hand was facing the suspended black sword body.

The spiritual fire of the child and mother, turn on!

Call!

A dark red flame erupted from his palm, ignoring the effects of gravity and striking straight at the black sword.

This is...... Spiritual fire?!

Chen Laoji's eyes widened, his face moved, and he exclaimed in a lost voice.

In all the information about Ye Changsheng in Fengcheng, his cultivation talent was mentioned, his ambiguous relationship with the Demon Gate was mentioned, and the secret relationship between him and Su Yun was mentioned, he was very different from Fengcheng's sword-forging skills, and his unbridled genius creativity was mentioned.

But he didn't mention that Ye Changsheng had subdued a spiritual fire!

It's really incredible, Ye Changsheng is only sixteen years old, but he can step into the Supreme Realm, how can he accept a spiritual fire?

Even in Maple City, only swordsmiths over the age of thirty were qualified to possess spiritual fire.

However, even so, most of them have no connection with the spiritual fire in this life.

The reason why Chen Laoji lost his temper was also because he sensed the breath of that spiritual fire, pure and deep, this was definitely not an ordinary spiritual fire!

Spiritual fire?!

Spiritual fire?!

The onlookers couldn't help but be in an uproar, shocked, shocked, surprised, envious, jealous, and everyone's eyes were attracted by the spiritual fire, revealing a dizzy state.

"Silence!" asked the Great Elder of the Sword Hall, Lu Wanfang, and drank in a deep voice, suppressing all the noise.

His voice trembled a little, just like the others, just like the sword forger of the Sword Hall, he was also excited, looking at Ye Changsheng in surprise.

The young hall master was so bitter that they were hiding it, and even they didn't know when the young hall master had subdued a spiritual fire.

A swordsmith, whether there is a spiritual fire or not, those are completely two concepts, two very different concepts.

The gap is not enough to speak.

Master Zhuang and Elder Zeng Xiangyang put away their shocked expressions, glanced at each other, and smiled helplessly.

At the beginning, Ye Changsheng proposed the overall idea of forging a sword, but they did not agree at first, for no other reason, and it was not operational.

There is no way to heat up in the force field of the gravity traction array, so it is likely that the multicolored melt will solidify before it has completed separation.

After that, they envisioned some means of auxiliary heating, and even considered the possibility of casting again, but they were not safe, because there were too many variables, and the difficulty of forging the sword was already close to infinite.

However, Ye Changsheng insisted on his own idea and sold the guanzi with the two masters.

In desperation, the two masters were also curious about Ye Changsheng's hidden methods, so they agreed.

It was probably the two of them who often argued about this issue that alarmed the outside world, and everyone knew that Ye Changsheng wanted to cast a sword with "jade inlaid with gold".

Today's mystery was finally revealed, it was so simple, but they had never thought of Ye Changsheng for a moment to have a spiritual fire.

In the force field space of the magic circle, the black sword body melted again, but it still maintained the sword shape, and the surface rippled like water waves.

Ye Changsheng was engrossed, and through the projection of his mind, he completely copied the expected sword vein diagram inside the sword body.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle, and once again took a transparent mold into the force field space.

After the mold carried the red molten liquid and exploded, everyone suddenly saw that the red spar molten was cast, and it was a star chart.

In the shocked sight of everyone, the red astrological map was dragged and slowly imprinted on the black sword body, deeply embedded in it.

Jade inlaid with gold, a veritable jade inlaid with gold!

Everyone looked at the red star, which was almost fused with the black sword, and they couldn't help themselves.

At this time, they couldn't see where Ye Changsheng wanted to use the same method to inlay all the twenty-eight stars.

Whether it is a black metal melt or a four-color spar melt, they have actually merged into one after the previous smelting, but they still retain their specific gravity and characteristics.

So while they are all in a melting state, and then merge them into one, it will be seamless and blend with each other!

Everyone was shocked by Ye Changsheng's grand idea, and even more shocked by Ye Changsheng's ultra-difficult technique, which was indeed a master of art.

Only Sima Zhen, whose face was vague and unknown, spit out a sentence sourly: "It's just that I just controlled the spiritual fire, and my technique is really naïve!"

However, no one cared about this at all, the sword forger and the refiner trained the spiritual fire, and it was calculated on a cycle of decades.

Ye Changsheng is only how old he is, and he has time to learn how to control the spiritual fire.

Twenty-eight constellations are perfectly fused into the black sword body, so that the black sword is no longer monotonous, and the light of the four-color spar is also restrained and complements each other.

Ye Changsheng's face turned pale, his hands trembled slightly, he dragged the inlaid sword body, and lay it flat on a cutting board.

Others couldn't imagine how huge the energy and spiritual power he had lost in order to inlay these twenty-eight stars on the sword body.

Sitting down in the wheelchair, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile with relief when he saw Liao Changhai and the sledgehammer wielding the hammer and seriously beating the Star God Sword.

This time when he forged a sword, although his loss was large, his harvest was also huge.

For the first time, he used the Spiritual Fire in sword forging, which opened up a whole new world for him.

This was the first time he had achieved a sword forged in a liquid state, which was an unprecedented attempt.

This is the first time that different materials are embedded into the sword body without damaging the main sword vein, so that they can be integrated.

When the vision in the heart is realized, perfectly realized, is there anything more wonderful in this world?