Ye Changsheng couldn't help but smile when he saw the back of Wu Zhen leaving.

Speaking of which, he and Wuzhen have known each other for two years, and Wuzhen is cold and warm-hearted, so he can be a friend, so naturally there is no need to hide it from him.

Moreover, the evil spirit in Mu Tianzi's sword is hidden very deeply, if it is not matured and completely exposed, Changsheng himself cannot be 100% sure, it is an evil spirit.

With the wisdom of Master Daoyun and Master Xuanguang, they would naturally think of this.

In the final analysis, if it weren't for Ou Yun himself planting the bane, no one would be able to do anything about him.

The sound of unrequited footsteps disappeared, and Ye Changsheng picked up the "Chongxu True Scripture" on the desk again.

Reading is not for the sake of reading, but for the sake of calming the mind.

Tomorrow afternoon, Changsheng officially began forging his sword, and he needed to adjust himself to the best condition.

The plan for forging the sword has been refined to the extreme, the preparation of materials has been put in place, the commissioning of the equipment has been smooth, and the preparations that should be made have been done.

In the past few days, the sword casters who came from the Sword Hall had a good run-in with the refiners, and they cooperated with each other more and more tacitly.

Moreover, with the instructions of the vice president and An Shi, Wen Jiantang obtained the dominance of this sword casting, which invisibly reduced a lot of unnecessary restrictions.

Although this is the General Guild of Alchemists, the elites of the Sword Hall seem to regard this place as their home turf.

Ask the elites of the Sword Hall, Changsheng is naturally trusting, there is no need to worry too much, what he really has to worry about is himself.

Since entering Beijing, too many things have happened, and Changsheng's mood has always been fluctuating.

Moving from a small town in a remote corner to the center of power in the principality put him under tremendous pressure.

The betrayal of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the attack of the King of Beihai, the provocation of Gongsun Kang, and the death of Yan Ruyi, everything that happened was a matter of life and death, and everything was a test for him.

No matter how indifferent he pretended to be, no matter how light he was, he couldn't hide the tension and exhaustion in his heart.

In order not to be at the mercy of the crown prince, Changsheng planned a jade carving auction, in order to cut off the black hand of the king of the North Sea, Changsheng chose the most direct counterattack, in order to deal with Gongsun Kang's provocation, he even fought with Gongsun Kang and cut off Gongsun Kang's tongue.

However, it was his fierce counterattack that put Yan Ruyi to death, a truth that Changsheng only figured out later.

Fortunately, that night, he fought with Wuzhen all night, and then completely vented his inner self-blame and anger.

The sword forging that will begin tomorrow is extremely important, although he wants to impact the title of "Sword Casting Master", but the more important significance is that this is his return.

He wants to return to his identity as a swordsmith, which is the foundation of his life and his loyalty to his heart.

There are many realms of meditation, such as meditation in a noisy world, meditation in solitude, meditation in sacrificial dancing, and meditation in the unity of spirit and body.

The meditation when forging a sword is very similar to the meditation when reading a book, and the spirit is never cut off from the outside world.

The mood seems to be empty, but it is like a mirror, while looking at oneself, everything is projected on the mirror, like words come into view.

The words themselves have lost their meaning, and when they see it, they seem to have not seen it, they are color, they are empty, they are real, they are also virtual.

Ye Changsheng and the scriptures in his hand seemed to become a whole, immersed in some kind of mysterious Taoist rhyme.

The lights are projected down, leaving its light and shadow, the late summer wind blows, leaving its wave marks, and the dark fragrance of flowers wafts in, leaving a trace of fragrance.

A shadowless snake flew quietly, bringing a hint of hidden murderous intent with it.

The snake was only the length of a palm, but its head took up half of its length, and its triangular head was large, like a mutated tadpole.

The moment it broke into Ye Changsheng's realm, it clearly sensed Ye Changsheng, but it seemed to have lost its goal.

Because of its intrusion, it also broke Ye Changsheng's mysterious realm, and in the next moment, the Netherworld Flying Snake relocked Ye Changsheng.

Its mouth opened exaggeratedly to the maximum, and two dagger-like fangs popped out of it, and the degraded wings on both sides of its body opened out, as fast as a bolt of lightning, flying towards the back of Ye Changsheng's neck.

"Ding!"

The sharp teeth of the Nether Flying Serpent bit heavily on a black flying sword, making a crisp sound of gold and stone clashing.

With a slam on the ground, Ye Changsheng's figure was like a wisp of green smoke, flying out of the window and standing solemnly in the center of the empty courtyard.

Instantly open the dragon elephant defense, instantly open the Jiluo Prison, the invisible dragon elephant shape, the Buddha light defense of the six-character mantra, and suddenly shrouded a radius of five meters.

Ye Changsheng's whole body was soaked in cold sweat, if he hadn't entered the mysterious realm just now and projected the shadow of that snake, he wouldn't have sensed the appearance of that snake at all.

With a snort, the Magic Light Flying Sword flew back in front of Ye Changsheng.

On the black streamer sword body, there were two more shallow tooth marks!

Ye Changsheng looked at the two tooth marks, and his eyebrows twitched violently.

The Demon Light Flying Sword comes from a demon sect powerhouse who was booby-trapped by Immortal, and the level of this sword has reached the middle grade of the legendary level, which shows the tenacity of this sword.

However, even so, the tenacity of the Demon Light Flying Sword was not as strong as that of that strange snake's teeth!

On the magic light flying sword, it is blessed with wind attribute inscriptions, thunder and lightning attribute magic circles, and after years of cultivation by the powerhouses of the demon gate, it already has the spirituality to automatically identify enemies and protectors.

If it weren't for Ye Changsheng's previous efforts to discuss the material of the legendary-level long sword and take out the flying sword to study, I am afraid that the flying sword would not automatically block the fatal blow of the strange snake.

It's dangerous!

The phantom of the dragon elephant, the disk rotates, layer upon layer.

The mantra Buddha light of the Jara Prison exuded a sacred and vast aura, and the aura of runes intertwined fluctuated up and down.

Under the double layer of defense, Ye Changsheng was calm.

He had already opened his divine sense to the maximum, but he could only catch a trace of vague breath and a faint smell of blood.

The magic light flying sword suspended in front of him, but the tip of the sword was trembling slightly, like a pointer, constantly changing its direction.

The strange snake hasn't left yet.

Almost instantly, Ye Changsheng summoned the Immortal Sword from the Demon Space, as well as the black carving knife, which was tightly held in his hand.

Buzz, buzz!

The immortal sword and the black carving knife trembled at the same time, and they issued a warning voice to their master.

Ye Changsheng's eyes were cold, tightly locked on that trace of bloody aura, and he didn't dare to be careless.

Click!

Outside the defensive circle, there was a sudden slight sound.

In Ye Changsheng's stunned gaze, in the void, two blood-stained snake teeth fell to the ground.

The body of the Nether Flying Serpent suddenly flashed, twisted its painful body, and with a thud, flew into the night and disappeared.

Let's go?

Ye Changsheng put away his defense, picked up the two snake teeth on the ground, and couldn't help laughing.

(End of chapter)