Bang!

In front of the gate of the swordsmithing room, a large foot fell from the sky and kicked a samurai in the face.

The figure of the warrior flew out, and Ye Changsheng's figure fell.

Bang!

A massive hammer swept across and slammed into the chest of another samurai.

Long screams echoed in the air, and everyone stared in horror as they looked up at the sky and chased the samurai flying in the sky.

With a bang, the samurai smashed through the roof of a firewood house and completely disappeared from view.

Wang Da Hammer was holding a sledgehammer, and he stood behind Ye Changsheng with angry eyes, his tall body blocking the door.

On the top of the steps, several sword-forging masters from Glory City, as well as the entourage who were clamoring to storm the gate, couldn't help but stop and glared at Ye Changsheng in anger.

It's too arrogant, it's too arrogant, and it doesn't say a word, and it just moves.

"I've seen the Young Hall Master!" Inside the gate of the Sword Casting Room, Elder Lu and the others couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw Ye Changsheng coming.

The Star God Sword forged for Tongtianguan has reached the most critical time, and if that group of people is allowed to break in at this time, I am afraid that all the efforts will be wasted.

Although the young hall master has received a lot of requests for collection, he values this sword the most, for no other reason, the casting process of this sword is a new attempt and challenge.

If it weren't for that, the young hall master wouldn't have stayed in the sword forging room for so long, and he would have to ask about the subtleties that he didn't ask about on weekdays.

Even Senior Zhuang Da and Zeng Xiangyang stayed up for two all-nighters in the sword casting room, and just went back to rest.

It was precisely because of this time that these people took the opportunity to come over and make trouble.

"Ye Changsheng, you are too presumptuous!" an old man in black stepped up a step and pointed at Ye Changsheng and said sharply.

Ye Changsheng said coldly: "Let's be reasonable, you are also a swordsmith, what's the matter with crashing into the swordsmithing room?"

There are rules and regulations, and it has always been taboo for outsiders to trespass into the sword-casting room, and it is even strictly forbidden.

Not to mention that it is related to the secrecy of the casting process, there is a great danger in casting the sword itself.

In case the swordsmith is disturbed by the outside world, he gets distracted, and the operation is wrong, and it can even cause an explosion incident.

Once the furnace is fried, everyone in the sword casting room will die, and the lucky ones will be like Ye Changsheng back then, leaving serious injuries.

The old man in black shook the hem of his clothes with his big hand, and countless dark gold lines suddenly bloomed with luxurious light.

He snorted coldly and asked proudly, "Now that everyone is taking turns using the sword forging room, why do you occupy one alone?"

As soon as he spoke, the fellow sword-forging masters clamored one after another, and they were filled with righteous indignation, and that posture was like Ye Changsheng beating their own father and robbing their concubines.

Ye Changsheng sneered and said, "This sword forging room was originally left by the guild to Master Zhuang alone, and Elder Zeng of the Xingyue Sect Refining Workshop is also borrowing it, if there is any problem, you can go find the two of them!"

"Sledgehammer, close the door!" After speaking, Ye Changsheng turned around and walked towards the gate.

The sledgehammer moved neatly, and before everyone could react, two heavy doors slammed shut, isolating them outside.

Everyone outside the door was stunned for a moment, and then they came back to their senses, and they all pointed to the door and shouted and cursed, but no one dared to slam the door again.

This Ye Changsheng was so shameless that he even used Master Zhuang and Elder Zeng as shields.

But they also have to admit that this trick does work.

The old man in black had a pale face, and said sharply: "Ye Changsheng, I will personally complain to Mu Qingke about this matter, the old man wants to ask him, is it he who has the final say in this Sword Forger Guild, or you Ye Changsheng have the final say!"

Throwing down a cruel word, the two masters of Glory City left angrily.

The other minions who were waving their flags and shouting saw that the main man was gone, so they had no choice but to leave with a scolding scold.

In the sword-forging room, the swordsmiths of the Sword Asking Hall were still busy under the leadership of Elder Lu, and they were not affected by the outside in the slightest.

The solemn disciples were a little uncertain, and looked at Ye Changsheng from time to time, with a worried look in their eyes.

They have been in the guild for some years, and they have suffered from bureaucrats on weekdays, and what they are most afraid of is the heart-wrenching words of the old man in black.

The old man in black is the sword-forging master of Glory City, representing the interests of the royal family of Gongsun of Glory City, and his words are extremely weighty.

To put it mildly, if it weren't for the support and cooperation of the Gongsun Imperial Family, the Sword Forger Guild would not have been opened at all.

After all, the huge Glory Federation, in the end, it is the two royal families who have the final say.

This time, the old man in black pointed the finger at Ye Changsheng, the purpose of finding fault was not achieved, and he would definitely not give up, and there would be moths in the future.

When several people were absent-minded, they suddenly heard Ye Changsheng's voice: "All cheered up, there is no room for mistakes at this time!"

The solemn disciples hurriedly gathered their minds, and couldn't help but feel ashamed of their wandering.

Ye Changsheng was actually very helpless, but people also beat him, and he also gave people food behind closed doors, so there was no need to think about it anymore.

In the face of the provocation of the Glory City Sword Forger, he couldn't back down, and he couldn't back down, because there were countless pairs of eyes watching.

Once he retreats, Liu Bufan's side will be under more pressure, and the benefits he gets in his hands may be spit out again.

Once he backed down, those federal officials who were accustomed to seeing the wind and steer, even if they didn't dare to ask the Sword Pavilion about the neck openly, would secretly stumble.

Personal gains and losses are secondary, but he can't chill everyone's hearts because of this, especially Liu Bufan, who is arguing with reason, and Su Yun, who is running around.

Therefore, Changsheng must show a tough posture, even if it is a bluff, to survive this time.

No longer thinking about these bad things, Ye Changsheng walked to the blazing furnace ding, squinted his eyes, and observed the quenched molten liquid in the furnace ding.

At noon, Master Zhuang and Elder Zeng Xiangyang returned to the sword casting room, and while Ye Changsheng was talking, the two observed the furnace ding, waiting for the moment when the molten iron came out.

As long as the smelting is successful this time, then the most difficult difficulty of forging the Star God Sword can be overcome.

At dusk, after the molten iron was taken out of the furnace, the swordsmiths gathered around and couldn't help but let out an exclamation of amazement.

It's unbelievable that hedron and metal, two very different materials, are perfectly blended.

The black and deep molten metal, but fluctuating with the unique multicolored light of the spar, exudes a strange but thrilling quality.

The eyes of the two masters sparkled with brilliance, and they were eager to pick up a handful of molten liquid with their hands and take it back to study it.

It's incredible, Ye Changsheng really did it!

However, what they couldn't wait to see was what Ye Changsheng could do to make the metal solidify into the sword body, and at the same time, let the texture formed by the spar naturally fit into the sword body.

And the texture formed by the spar is not a simple cloud pattern and wave pattern, but a complete astrological map of the 28 Nakshatras!