Since he had already offended the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, it was useless for Ye Changsheng to think too much.

The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and today's Wenjiantang is not so easy to bully.

After Yan Ruyi and his entourage left, Ye Changsheng returned to the residence of Wenjian Hall and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Changsheng woke up naturally, and his mental and physical strength had recovered eighty percent.

It was thanks to the Evil Ring he wore and the Carefree Rosary, the former nourishing his soul and the latter nourishing his body, that allowed him to recover so quickly.

It's a pity that there is no evil qi nearby, otherwise it would be better to use evil qi to nourish the body and soul.

Whether it was the ancient tomb of the Desperate Bottom or the Mass Grave, the evil qi was almost absorbed by the immortal, and only when this was the case could he rush to the provincial capital and have a full meal in the underground sword room of the Alchemist Guild.

In the next few days, Changsheng continued to deduce and calculate, and Elder Lu and the others were not idle, distributing the casting materials and synthesizing the remaining four metal materials.

Fang Daqi led the practitioners to bless the five metal parts that had been formed before, with magic circles and inscriptions.

Whether it is carving a magic circle or an inscription, a special spiritual pen is used, and once you start carving, you must do it in one go.

Therefore, the refiners were very cautious and did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

Seven days passed in a flash, and all nine metal parts were successfully cast, and all of them were blessed with magic circles and inscriptions.

At this point, the last and most critical step depends on Ye Changsheng.

In the No. 3 sword-casting room, the fire was blazing, reflecting the young man's calm face.

Ye Changsheng sat in a wheelchair, surrounded by nine huge metal plates.

Each sheet of metal, shimmering with a unique luster, is carved with convex and concave figures and charms, mysterious and heavy.

Each plate presents a smooth arc, like a disassembled petal, enclosing the leaf Changsheng in the center.

Chirp, chirp!

Xiaolongying was lying in front of the wheelchair, looking at the strange crowd with sharp eyes, looking vigilant, and making small chirps from time to time.

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly, stretched out his hand, and gently stroked the little dragon eagle's head.

Xiao Longying suddenly put his head up a little, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and calmed down.

Fang Daqi and the others were silent, and when they looked at Xiao Longying, their cheeks twitched violently a few times.

The Hell Dragon Eagle, which is unique in ten thousand, and it is dual-attributed, actually flew away from the palm of their hand.

Seeing that the little dragon eagle had already recognized the master, Fang Daqi's heart was like a knife.

The refiners guessed the reason why the little dragon eagle appeared here, and Ye Changsheng wanted to use the powerful spiritual power and perception of the Hell Dragon Eagle to assist him in completing the final fusion.

The flames in the furnace turned orange, and inside the two crucibles, the molten metal had begun to melt.

Ye Changsheng said loudly: "Spray gun preparation!"

Immediately, eight tall apprentices, dressed in protective clothing and thick gloves, stepped forward with a three-foot-long cylinder.

The eight people activated the magic circle inside the spray gun barrel, and the black barrel mouth suddenly circulated red light, and then one after another scorching flames spewed out rapidly.

The splicing of the two metal plates gradually began to turn red, showing a soft texture.

Immortal's mind was always locked on the connection, and when he sensed that the internal veins were about to change, he immediately ordered the spray gun to keep the temperature down.

The liquid metal in the furnace has been completely melted and is evenly applied to the splicing of the sheet metal along a thin conduit.

"Splicing!"

Twelve tall apprentices strode forward, moving two large metal plates, carefully butt together.

Ye Changsheng stood up, pressed his hands on the two metal plates, and quietly exerted force, finely adjusting the angle and chimeration of the joint.

When the veins at the splicing place were completely connected, his big hand suddenly exerted force.

"Bang!"

The two plates squeezed against each other, and the liquid metal, which had not yet melted, splattered out of the cracks.

The apprentice with the spray gun stepped forward again, aiming at the seams and spitting out hot flames.

They retreated, and sixteen apprentices stepped forward, standing on both sides, wielding hammers and beating them hard.

The hammers in their hands, large or small, square or round, each person is responsible for his own work according to a predetermined plan and a predetermined rhythm.

The clanging sound echoed through the silent swordsmithing room, making everyone who heard it feel a sense of intimacy.

Even the arrogant refiners began to like this voice after being busy in the Sword Hall for more than ten days.

They are also really beginning to realize that the hammer is not a random beating, but has a strict discipline.

For example, the sixteen apprentices in front of him have a clear division of labor, and they have performed at least four sets of hammer techniques.

Some hammers loosen the veins of the metal, some hammer make the metal more flexible, some hammer keep the metal alive, and the smallest hammer is actually to track the changes in the metal material.

To outsiders, these subtle changes may seem like nothing, and they don't even feel them.

And for a true swordsmith, any slight change is related to the ultimate quality of a sword.

And for the genius Ye Changsheng, it was with his grasp of the subtleties that he was able to throw out the ten streets of other swordsmiths.

Chirp, chirp!

The little dragon eagle suddenly let out a call, and then with a wave of its wings, the wheelchair slid forward.

Almost at the same time, Ye Changsheng opened his eyes, let go of his hands pressed on the metal plate, collapsed for a while, and collapsed on the wheelchair that had slid under him.

"Repair!" Ye Changsheng said hoarsely.

The four refiners who had been on standby for a long time, including Fan Daozhen, strode forward.

They sensed it for a moment, and then they picked up the spiritual power pen in their hands and carefully repaired some of the condensed formations.

The alchemist stepped back, and the apprentice with the hammer and spray gun stepped forward again to finalize the shape.

At this point, everyone showed a relaxed smile, and the first fusion was successful!

Xin Ru hurriedly stepped forward, took out a pill bottle, poured out two rejuvenating Spiritual Concentration Pills, and fed them into Ye Changsheng's mouth.

Looking at Ye Changsheng's blackened face and a few burns on his face, Xin Ru was distressed.

When Taoyuan Village slayed the dragon, Ye Changsheng also cast a lot of utensils, but how could he be so embarrassed as now?

She was about to help Ye Changsheng wipe the sweat and the two burns on her face, but Ye Changsheng shyly stopped her.

He wasn't so squeamish, not to mention, he wasn't the only one who was burned, those busy apprentices, which one didn't have injuries on his face?

Changsheng's wheelchair slid forward again, and said hoarsely: "Clean up the furnace ding, and prepare for the next set of materials!"