The sword fan of the Zixiao Sword was made of a single piece of non-attribute spar, and although the height was only half a human height, the diameter of the base reached two meters.

After the purple molten iron entered the sword fan, the high temperature immediately melted the beeswax inside, and on the inner wall of the sword fan, dense holes were penetrated.

There was a crackling sound, and purple lightning bolts came out of the holes, bringing out a fierce sound of breaking wind.

The transparent spar was shrouded in purple light in an instant, and the brilliant brilliance was dazzling.

The next moment, the erected sword fan, centered on the dots of the chassis, rotated unhurriedly.

The onlookers were amazed, and in the hole of the sword fan, arc light and electric sparks were constantly thrown outward, beautiful and enchanting, like a firework that would never be extinguished.

Ye Changsheng's calm gaze quietly looked at Jian Fan, and suddenly his heart moved: "Mind projection!"

His gaze was like substance, and instantly penetrated through the sword fan, penetrating deep into the interior of the molten iron.

At the same time, the shape of a sword body appeared in his mind, which completely coincided with the sword body in the sword fan.

Under the control of Ye Chang's business thoughts, in the sword body in his mind, several sword veins began to slowly extend.

And in front of him, the sword veins of the molten iron in the sword fan were also extending simultaneously.

Ye Changsheng didn't dare to be careless, and his incomparably powerful soul power was frantically outward, controlling one sword vein after another.

Under the centrifugal force of the sword fan's rotation, the extended sword veins also shifted, some deflected into an arc, and some directly formed a loop.

The deflection of the sword vein was also in Ye Changsheng's plan, otherwise he would not have designed the sword fan to rotate.

The extended sword veins are like the rapidly produced veins of the leaves, branching out one by one, and above the forks, they are branching out one by one, as if they were endless.

It is actually not accurate to say that it is the leaf veins of leaves, because the sword veins in the sword body are three-dimensional!

In a moment, thousands of veins appeared in the solidified sword body, penetrating deep into the sword body, as if going deep into a huge and complicated labyrinth.

All things in heaven and earth have their own laws and inevitability.

The extension of the sword vein is due to the change in the state of the molten iron, and it is also due to the instinctive activity of the spirit in the molten iron.

What Ye Changsheng did was just go with the flow, follow the laws of the sword vein itself, and on this basis, further optimize the structure of the sword vein through the control of his mind.

With his current realm, he can only grasp the general direction and control the main trunk and main branches of the sword vein.

As for the inextricable veins that stretch out, he can't fully control it.

No matter how strong his soul power was, no matter how powerful the thoughts projected on the sword body were, he was destined to get lost in that huge maze of veins.

The body of the sword continued to solidify, and the reins of spirituality continued to tighten.

The fireworks thrown by Jian Fan began to thin out, and the speed of rotation slowed down.

The guests were shocked to find that the crystals of the entire sword fan were covered with cracks.

The blue-purple cracks were like a spreading lightning net, and it was like the lightning released by the sword body at a certain moment, which was solidified in it.

Jian Fan finally stopped spinning, and Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair with collapse, his face terrifyingly pale.

In the eyes of others, Ye Changsheng was just using the rotation of the sword fan to promote the formation of the sword vein, but he didn't know at all how amazing the projection of Ye Changsheng's business thoughts was.

The sledgehammer hurriedly took out the prepared Qi and Blood Pill and Condensing Pill and handed them to Ye Changsheng's hand.

Ye Changsheng swallowed the pill, closed his eyes for a moment, and stood up again.

His big hand grasped the hilt left above the sword fan, and with a slight force, the sword fan made of spar shattered in an instant.

A long sword shrouded in purple light suddenly caught everyone's eyes.

Although Zixiao at this time was just a sword blank, it was not crude at all.

Far from being crude, it has a classical shape, a smooth shape, and an unusually smooth surface.

On the body of the purple sword, wind patterns and lightning patterns faintly appeared, which were natural, like the texture of the growth of trees, like the natural texture of marble.

Ye Changsheng held the hilt of the sword, sensed it carefully for a moment, opened his eyes, and strode out.

Everyone seemed to have guessed something, and they all looked excited, and they followed behind Ye Changsheng and came to the square outside the refining tower.

Ye Changsheng stood solemnly in the center of the square, his right hand clenched the hilt of the sword, raised the long sword high, and stabbed it towards the sky.

The attributeless spiritual power in his body instantly transformed into powerful thunder and lightning attribute and wind attribute spiritual power, surging towards the hilt of the sword frantically.

"Boom!"

The Zixiao Sword exploded with a brilliant purple light, and the aura was wrapped in purple qi and flew towards the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a purple cloud of smoke gathered in the sky above Ye Changsheng's head, like an incomparably gorgeous canopy.

"Boom!"

Countless bolts of lightning poured down from the purple clouds like torrential rain, drowning a radius of ten meters where Ye Changsheng was!

The purple clouds dispersed, and the lightning disappeared.

Ye Changsheng flicked the blade of the Zixiao Sword, and the sound of the sword was like a fairy sound.

A bright smile appeared on his face and he looked at everyone: "Everyone, the legendary-level low-grade long sword, Zixiao, has been successfully cast!"

"Okay!" An Zhisu's heart was agitated, and he couldn't help but applaud loudly.

The six sword-forging masters stepped forward at the same time and saluted Ye Changsheng: "Congratulations to Master Ye, the name of the master is well deserved!"

Ask the old people of the Sword Hall, the sword casters, all of them were so excited that their eyes were red, and they even burst into tears, and at the same time they stepped forward and bowed: "Congratulations to Master Ye!"

The Young Hall Master did it, and they did it, forging a legendary-level inferior sword.

From today on, the Young Hall Master is a well-deserved Sword Forging Master, the youngest master in the history of the Principality, and the fourth master of the Principality today!

Lu Wanfang and the old people of the Ye family had tears in their eyes, looking up at the sky, master, have you seen it in the spirit of the sky, young hall master, you have become a sword casting master!

The people who were observing also began to applaud loudly, and with warm applause, they walked in front of Ye Changsheng in turn to congratulate.

Not to mention that they had benefited from Ye Changsheng and saw the sword casting notes, just Ye Changsheng's amazing performance these days was enough to convince them.

In the eyes of the world, the identity of a swordsmith is actually not high, but any industry, once it reaches the realm of a master, is destined to be looked up to.

The Master Ye in front of them is not even sixteen years old, and it feels incredible to think about it, Ye Chang's achievements after his birthday are limitless!

The high-level members of the refiner were also smiling, and they were greatly relieved in their hearts.

The guild successfully held a grand event, which greatly enhanced the reputation of the refiner guild, and really showed its face.

They cooperated with Ye Changsheng to forge the sword, and they also gained valuable experience, and even kept this Zixiao sword, which can be described as fame and fortune.

Such a result is not only satisfying, but simply satisfying to the extreme.

On the periphery of the crowd, Chen Qian, the great eunuch who was originally planning to announce the decree, forcibly stopped his steps and applauded with mixed feelings.

Under the aura of the swordsmith and the appreciation of many masters, the weight of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's grace seems to have become lighter.

(End of chapter)