Fang Daqi's face was gloomy, he threw the wooden card to Ye Changsheng, and said with a cruel smile: "A little Tianbao Pavilion dares to ride on my head!"

Ye Changsheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, if it was the Demon Gate or the Alchemist Guild, he was really afraid of being angered by the two major forces.

He's also a little gloating.

Tianbao Pavilion sent people to follow Fang Daqi and them, they must have come to ask the Sword Hall, otherwise there would be no need for this.

It's a pity that they are not very lucky, Fang Daqi has been aggrieved for so long, and it is easy to raise his eyebrows, how can he tolerate others offending his tiger power?

It can also be seen from this that Fang Daqi attaches great importance to this cooperation, and he can't tolerate any external influence.

Changsheng felt the pressure inexplicably, and after arranging for the refiners to rest, he returned to the study, entered the Ura Realm, and began to deduce in his mind.

In the early morning of the next day, the cold wind was bitter, and the Wenjian Hall faction was slaughtered.

Between the tall buildings, there are busy crowds everywhere, busy but not chaotic.

With a rumbling sound, two towering chimneys began to puff lead-colored smoke.

The prepared ore and ingredients are sent to the underground melting chamber for initial melting.

In the four sword-casting rooms, the furnace was burning, and the high-level of the Sword Hall took the apprentices to send the ready-made fine iron into the furnace.

Fang Daqi and the others walked all the way, and they were amazed in their hearts, and even their old faces were a little unbearable.

The entire Wenjian Hall is like a high-speed machine, and each department is a huge gear, each performing its own duties and tacit cohesion.

The vitality that erupted from this, and the efficiency that was shown by it, can shake off ten streets of the Refiner Guild!

They also finally understood why Ye Changsheng was so light-hearted.

With the high-speed operation of the Wenjian Hall, any of Ye Changsheng's ideas would be quickly put into practice, instead of being stuck in a certain link from time to time.

Ye Changsheng's casting talent has been consolidated and even sublimated in the continuous success and failure.

Ye Changsheng can also save more energy and put it in the key link.

A small question about the Sword Hall is still like this, how terrifying should the Maple City Ye family be?

The world's famous sword is out of Fengcheng, and the famous sword of Fengcheng is out of the Ye family.

When everyone remembered this sentence again, they already felt it more deeply.

It's just that Ye Changsheng's heart seems to be too big.

For seven days and seven nights, he didn't show up, and it was always Elder Lu who was busy.

Fang Daqi sent people to look for him a few times, but they were all blocked by a female guard who was too beautiful to talk to.

Just when Fang Daqi was about to run away, Ye Changsheng finally came out of the study.

Seven days in the outside world, two months in the Jara realm.

For two months, Ye Changsheng's state of mind was empty, and he always kept the "Demon Heart Secret Record" of the "Nine Heavens Refining Divine Formula" in an idling state.

In the "Secret Record of the Demon Heart" of the Soul Refining Chapter, Ye Changsheng has already cultivated to the second level of "Demon Heart Subtlety", but he still wants to be more refined.

In the end, the fusion of the nine metal parts required him to control the connection of all the veins, even if it was one vein, there could be no mistakes.

And this also requires him to use "contemplation and transformation" to actively guide the layout of the vein.

Just the computing power in this is enough to make an ordinary person collapse, let alone actually operate.

After two months of cultivation, although the "Secret Record of the Demon Heart" has not been promoted, the realm of the "Demon Heart Subtle" has still improved a little, and the power of his soul has become more condensed.

"One and five soul seas, it should be enough, right?"

Changsheng muttered to himself, opened the door, and saw Fang Daqi's heroic bearded face, as well as chapped lips with large blisters.

Fang Daqi said with a dark face: "You are finally reluctant!"

Ye Changsheng probably guessed that Fang Daqi was unsettled during this time, and smiled apologetically: "With Elder Lu here, you can rest assured." ”

"Don't worry doesn't mean you don't care about anything!" Fang Daqi roared, spraying Ye Changsheng's face with spittle.

Changsheng wiped his face, and had to explain: "These seven days are only the lowest level of metal material casting, and the scrap rate is about thirty percent, and the next seven days are the real beginning." ”

Fang Daqi's face was surprised, the reason why he was in a hurry was because he learned from Elder Lu that the scrap rate of materials had reached more than two percent.

Now it seems that everything is in Ye Changsheng's expectations, and the scrap rate of more than 20% is even lower than Changsheng's estimate of 30%.

Fang Daqi's face softened a little: "Then why didn't you make it clear before?"

Ye Changsheng smiled bitterly: "Once I say it, everyone will be under pressure, and they will tremble one by one, how can they play normally?"

This made sense, Fang Daqi had encountered countless times, and in some of the experiments he had rigidly prescribed, those refiners and apprentices were so nervous and panicked that they made mistakes that they shouldn't have made.

In fact, everyone has a string in their hearts, so why put extra pressure on them?

Seeing that the other refiners were also coming, Ye Changsheng got into a wheelchair and drove towards the No. 3 Sword Casting Room under the strange gaze of everyone.

In the No. 3 sword casting room, the iron blocks waiting for the "enchantment" have been transported, and all kinds of equipment and ingredients for melting and casting are all in place.

Seeing that Ye Changsheng was coming, Elder Lu hurriedly stepped forward and bowed down and said, "Young Hall Master, there are now five kinds of refined iron that can be possessed by spirits, and they are all here. ”

For each metal material, the ancient "nine-time melting and casting method" is still used, and the eighth melting and casting is "possession".

Once the material has been successfully "attached", it can be finally smelted and cast.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair, his eyes swept over the neatly placed materials, and it was clear at a glance.

The wheelchair slid forward, its whole body stained red with flames.

Changsheng stared for a moment, and said loudly: "Start with the fire attribute materials first, start a fire!"

"Fire!"

The refiner's apprentice, Liu Cheng, who was waiting beside the Spirit Gathering Array, immediately increased his firepower.

At the same time, four shirtless men with strong arms pulled up the bellows.

The sword casting room was full of fire, and the temperature rose instantly.

On Ye Changsheng's white clothes, there was a faint flash of five-colored light, which continued to circulate, and then a coolness penetrated into Ye Changsheng's body.

Changsheng nodded secretly in his heart, this "Five Elements Clothing" created by the Refiner Guild was really extraordinary, not only was it extremely flexible, but it could also reduce the damage of the Five Elements Energy.

Huge strips of metal are fed into the furnace and melted into red molten iron.

Ye Changsheng kept his eyes on it, observing the temperature of the flame core, and gave instructions in an orderly manner, and spiritual materials and auxiliary materials were continuously sent into the furnace.

Before I knew it, two hours had passed.

Ye Changsheng was covered in sweat, his face was covered with a layer of scorched black, and there was only a pair of eyes, which were extremely bright and flashing with smart light.

In the furnace, the molten iron is like a ball of light red condensation, which is extremely transparent, and the color is incomparably pure and unified.

Changsheng sensed the change in the spirituality of the molten iron, and when the spirituality reached the highest point, he shouted: "Baked!"