The huge sand table is oval-shaped, and the surface of the sand table is criss-crossed with ravines, which look disorganized.

When the molten iron flows into the ravine, it spreads out at a slightly inclined angle and emits an astonishing amount of heat at the same time.

Everyone watched this scene intently, with a nervous look on their faces, and even Master An Zhisu, who was in charge of controlling the fire in the Ding Furnace, ran forward and stood behind the crowd to watch.

Qin Feng stood tall in front of him, his fists slightly folded, and his blazing eyes followed the flowing molten iron until the molten iron covered all the ravines on the sand table.

At first, he didn't understand it, and he didn't know the role of this sand table.

However, when he looked closely, he suddenly felt that the ravines on the sand table seemed familiar.

When his eyes followed the molten iron, after reading it all, he couldn't help but be moved, and his heart was shocked.

Those ravines on the sand table are the sword veins of the Blood Killing Sword!

Although Qin Feng did not have Ye Changsheng's realm of "Demon Heart Penetration" and could "see" the existence of the sword vein, Qin Feng was the master of the Blood Killing Sword after all.

Every time he wielded his long sword and used the "Sword Yuan" energy, the path through which the energy flowed was not the sword vein?

The reason why he didn't see it before was because he hadn't thought about it at all.

Looking at the oval-shaped sand table again, if it is closed on the central axis, isn't it a "bloody sword" composed of enlarged sand!

Qin Feng also understood that Ye Changsheng's method of repairing the Blood Killing Sword was not directly repaired on the sword body.

Ye Changsheng was going to import the sword spirit into the sand table, and then start repairing the sword body.

Such a repair method is simply incredible!

At the same time as the molten iron flowed, in the center of the sand table, directly below, a pot of charcoal burned with white flames, rising upward.

The Blood Killing Sword that Ye Changsheng inserted into the sand table was quickly heated under the high temperature of the white flame, flashing with a thick red light.

Changsheng's face was flushed, but it was also more solemn, and his hands were as steady as a rock, motionless.

However, his powerful thoughts covered the entire sandbox, including the Blood Killing Sword, measuring the temperature of both.

In the sword veins simulated by the sand table, the temperature of the molten iron is decreasing, and the temperature of the bloody sword is rising.

Just when the temperature of the two was about to be the same, Ye Changsheng's eyes were shining, and he suddenly turned the red-hot long sword a second earlier.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the damaged part of the Blood Killing Sword happened to be merged with a gap in the groove, not only the parts were merged, but even the sword veins were also merged.

The incomparably powerful non-attribute energy was instantly injected into the sword body, and the Blood Killing Sword suddenly burst out with white light.

The sword spirit in the sword body had already discovered the abnormality, but it had just absorbed the essence of the twelve master prisoners and was "lazily" digesting it.

So when Ye Changsheng's energy was rapidly poured into it, the sword spirit was alarmed.

Almost instinctively, while the sword spirit was wandering, it instantly rushed from the gap in the sword body into the sand table.

And at this moment, the temperature of the Blood Killing Sword and the Sand Table Sword Vein is not the slightest difference!

Ye Changsheng sensed the departure of the sword spirit and quickly drew his sword.

Almost at the same time, the entire oval-shaped sand table was suddenly shrouded in a blood mist.

Lines of blood light, like lightning, scurried back and forth in the sword veins crisscrossing the sand table, and the light illuminated the entire sword-casting room.

Everyone was fascinated by the scene in front of them, and looked at the lightning hovering on the sand table in a daze.

Even the owner of the sword spirit, Qin Feng, widened his eyes, excited and shocked.

He knew that what he saw was not actually the sword spirit, but the image projected by the sword spirit.

However, even so, it was the only time he saw it in his life!

Ye Changsheng just glanced at it, and then walked towards the furnace ding.

It can be said that from the time the sword spirit was introduced into the sand table, the difficulty of repairing the blood killing sword was reduced by at least ninety.

The Blood Killing Sword that lost the Sword Spirit was only a long sword that improved in quality after being cultivated from the trial level, but in terms of tenacity, it barely reached the middle grade of the Spirit Martial Force.

This level of long sword, let alone him, even Elder Lu can repair it.

However, in order to pursue perfection, Ye Changsheng still insisted on doing it himself, after all, this sword was the first order he received from a sword cultivator, and its significance was extraordinary.

The Blood Sword is fed into the furnace to be heated, and then repaired with molten iron of the same material.

Ye Changsheng displayed the realm of "Contemplation Transformation" and "Demon Heart Penetration", and quickly corrected the sword veins and connected the broken places.

After doing this, he barely paused, his energy wrapped in his hands, held the hilt of his sword, and once again inserted the Blood Killing Sword into the center of the sand table.

"Buzz!"

The sword spirit hovering in the sword vein of the sand table instantly sensed a familiar aura, and surged towards the blood killing sword like lightning.

Circle by circle, the lightning on the sand table quickly subsided, and the sword spirit drilled through a tiny gap in the blood killing sword.

The whole process is only in a blink of an eye.

Ye Changsheng had just taken a breath, and suddenly, a powerful force surged from the hilt of the sword.

Caught off guard, Ye Changsheng's hands cracked, and the whole person flew out upside down and fell heavily to the ground.

He scrambled up from the ground and waved his hand at the rushing crowd, signaling that he was all right.

Just now it was a small revenge from the sword spirit against him, and his temper was quite big.

Qin Feng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene, Ye Changsheng was shocked by the sword spirit, which meant that the sword spirit had returned to the sword body safely and was still alive.

Seeing Ye Changsheng come forward, a hint of apology flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.

Ye Changsheng said: "The sword spirit is not damaged, and the repair this time is very smooth!"

Elder Lu and the others looked excited, and they all applauded vigorously.

An Zhisu also smiled and stroked his beard, his eyes full of brilliance.

Being able to see the unbelievable sword spirit conduction sand table, he was not only worthwhile, he vaguely felt that he seemed to have comprehended.

Qin Feng was also amazed, and lowered his head and said, "Thank you Hall Master Ye!"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "I deliberately left a gap in the sword body, which is very small, so it needs to be repaired a second time, but don't worry, this gap will not have any impact on the Blood Killing Sword." ”

Qin Feng nodded and thanked him solemnly again.

He knew in his heart that with the strength displayed by Ye Changsheng, it was completely possible to repair the Blood Killing Sword in a more direct way.

But in this way, it will inevitably cause damage to the sword spirit.

However, Ye Changsheng was not too troublesome, and adopted a more secure way to let the Blood Killing Sword get the greatest kindness.

This is a true swordsmith, a breathtaking swordsmith.

To this day, Qin Feng felt extremely shocked when he thought of the scene in the sand table just now.

He even had a hunch that this time he had observed the sword vein, as well as the image of the sword spirit appearing, and his swordsmanship would also be improved because of this.

Qin Feng was amazed in his heart, looked at the sand table that had fallen silent, and suddenly thought of something.

Since Ye Changsheng could detect the sword veins of the Blood Killing Sword, could he also detect the sword veins of other swords?

He looked at Ye Changsheng and asked, "Hall Master Ye, if it is those long swords that have been cultivated for many years but have not given birth to sword spirits, can you improve their quality while still ensuring their structure?"

(End of chapter)