If the sword is successfully possessed by the spirit, it is a low-grade spirit martial art.

And if the spiritual power can be evenly attached to the sword body, as if blessed with an inscription, it can be assessed as a medium-grade spiritual martial arts.

What, Lingwu-grade mid-grade?!

The crowd was shocked again, and they all gathered around, competing to stroke the long sword, their eyes burning and obsessed.

It's incredible, it's a Lingwu-level mid-grade!

Ye Changsheng looked at everyone with a smile, and said to Elder Lu, who was dancing with his hands: "Grandpa Lu, the rest of the process will be handed over to you, pay attention when forging, and try to use a small hammer." ”

A cast long sword can only be regarded as a sword blank, and it also needs to be repeatedly tempered and forged to extend the blade and disperse the impurities on the surface.

Since then, there have been more than 30 processes such as polishing, riveting, inlay, gilding, carving, and polishing, but they are mainly decorative.

Moreover, this sword was given to Liu Lao as a birthday gift, so it was naturally indispensable to keep improving and adding a lot of decorations that were not actually needed.

"Young hall master, don't worry, leave everything to the old man!" Elder Lu hugged the Mo Chou sword tightly in his arms and said with high morale.

There were still seven or eight days before Liu Lao's birthday, which was enough for them to carefully polish and decorate the Mochou sword.

Back in the small courtyard where he lived, Ye Changsheng soaked in the warm pool, so comfortable that his whole body was about to melt, and there was not a trace of slag left.

The busyness of the past few days, the mental projection of the past few days, is also a practice for him.

His movements became more and more coordinated, the cooperation of his hands and eyes, and the tacit understanding of his mind and body were also greatly improved.

The ascension brought by the previous realm was completely digested by him.

What made Changsheng even more excited was that his soul power had mutated, and he was able to condense the illusion of the sword in the forging of the sword.

The contemplation is formed, and the illusion is suddenly born.

This is amazing, it is a kind of mystical realm in itself, and it has greatly increased the success rate of sword casting.

No wonder Wuji Demon Venerable said that he created the supreme method of "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula" from the way of refining weapons.

Whether it is refining weapons or forging swords, they are all his unique cultivation methods.

Tiredness hit, Changsheng wrapped himself in a blanket and climbed into bed, and fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the old housekeeper Ye Zhong ran out of the room in a panic and shouted in a trembling voice: "Young master, it's not good, it's not good, the sword has been stolen!"

The sword was stolen?!

Ye Changsheng opened his eyes violently and sat up.

In the hall of Yefu, Lu Wanfang knelt on the ground, her eyes were red and swollen, her eyes were blurred, and her haggard appearance seemed to have aged more than ten years overnight.

Behind him, more than a dozen elders of the Ye family also knelt, and everyone's face showed shame and resentment.

They never expected that there would be a traitor around them and stole the Mochou Sword.

Without Mo Chou, what will they give to the county guard?

The time left for them was only seven or eight days, and who could guarantee that they would be able to forge a Lingwu-level mid-grade long sword next time?

When they saw Ye Changsheng coming, everyone became more and more embarrassed, and they drooped their heads one after another.

"Young hall master, the old man is sorry for you, I'm sorry for the Ye family!" Elder Lu wept bitterly, kowtowing the ground, his forehead was red and swollen.

Ye Changsheng's face turned pale, and he asked in a deep voice, "What the hell is going on?!"

Ye Xiangdong stepped forward, bowed and said, "Childe, Elder Lu's apprentice He Wei stole the Mochou Sword, and his whereabouts are unknown. A steward and maid Xiaocui who colluded with He Wei have been killed by us. ”

Ye Changsheng looked at Lu Wanfang with cold eyes, and said coldly: "Elder Lu stays, everyone else is gone!"

After everyone left, Ye Changsheng put away the anger on his face and said calmly: "Grandpa Lu, I don't blame you for this matter, I knew early on that He Wei was a traitor, and I also knew that he would steal our sword." ”

Lu Wanfang's heart was shocked, and some sparkle was restored in his eyes: "So, the sword has been recovered?!"

Ye Changsheng smiled secretly: "Why do you want to get it back, I just want that person to steal it!"

Lu Wanfang was even more confused.

That person?

And who is that person?

......

"Hahahaha, God really help me!" In the hall of the Sword Casting Hall, Liu Jingye sat on the iron sword chair and laughed proudly.

With this sword, why worry about my unstable position?

With this sword, why can't you climb the big tree of Liu Lao?

Don't worry, don't worry, sure enough, you don't have to worry.

Ye Changsheng, Ye Changsheng, making wedding clothes for others is really your style.

What are you going to do with me now?

Intoxicating Mo Chou in his hand, Liu Jingye's eyes were still full of shock, and there was jealousy that could not be concealed.

He never thought that Ye Changsheng's sword-forging skills were so superb that he was even a lot higher than him.

In other words, he Liu Jingye, not to mention the Lingwu-level mid-grade, even if it is a Lingwu-level low-grade, it will take countless casts to succeed once.

And Ye Changsheng actually cast a mid-grade spirit martial arts grade at one time.

Despite his reluctance, Liu Jingye had to admit that Ye Changsheng was a well-deserved genius swordsmith.

Liu Jingye stared at the sword blank in his hand, and the corners of his mouth slowly hooked a sneer.

The Mo Chou in his hand is just the most rudimentary sword blank, and it will have to be forged and processed through more than 30 processes.

When this sword is completely completed, who dares to say that this sword was not cast by me Liu Jingye?

Ye Changsheng, such a good sword, but someone Liu is disrespectful!

......

Late at night, in the sword-casting room in the backyard of the Ye Mansion, in front of the blazing furnace, Ye Changsheng had been staying for more than three hours.

He had long expected that among the people who had returned from the Sword Casting Hall, there were traitors, so how could he not leave a backhand?

After the eighth smelting, or "Possession", the immortal secretly dropped all the smelted iron ingots.

His move turned out to be right, and the traitors of the Ye Mansion used strong acid to destroy the iron ingots that had been dropped after stealing the Mochou Sword.

Fortunately, Ye Xiangdong and they kept a close eye on them and did not let the traitors cause more damage.

Now the molten iron in the furnace is the iron ingot that has been preserved by Changsheng, and it is being smelted for the last time.

With the experience of the previous success, he was more handy, and even in the process of forging the sword, there were new surprises.

Early in the morning, a perfect Mochou sword came out of the oven and was placed on the shelf of the water-cooled circulation.

Ye Changsheng looked at the ancient long sword with deep eyes, and muttered, "Old Liu, I'm sorry. ”

Squeezed his fingers, pulling a flowing streak of blood, and drawing a mysterious spell in the air.

The blood-colored spell, emitting a faint blood light, shook in the air a few times, and suddenly landed on the long sword.

"Buzz!"

The warm sword body trembled, and the blood-colored charm seeped into it, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Back then, the Infinite Demon Venerable forged 130,000 magic swords and injected demonic thoughts into each sword.

With the slaughter brought by the magic sword, Nightfall City gathers the power of faith and condenses a unique killing godhead.

Because of this, he completely angered the Buddhism, was hunted down and plotted by the Huixin Sect, and finally fell at the foot of Wuji Mountain.

The Mochou Sword is not a magic sword, and Ye Changsheng does not have such great ambitions, so he makes Liu Lao his disciple.

If you can establish a sense of intimacy with Liu Lao through this sword, the purpose of immortality will be achieved.

By the way, there's also the brutal county guard's daughter.

Ye Changsheng looked at the short sword on the other shelf, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a wicked smile.