The group followed Ye Changsheng, and as soon as they entered the sword casting room, they felt a cold breath rushing towards them.

Directly in front of the sword-casting room, there is a silver-white three-legged tripod, like an ice carved jade chisel, which is steaming with white cold air at the moment.

When more than a dozen swordsmiths saw Ye Changsheng walk in, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute, but when they saw the starry faces behind Ye Changsheng, they were so frightened that they even forgot to salute.

These high-ranking people, who live in seclusion on weekdays, are not within their reach at all, and it is a big surprise to be able to see one of them on weekdays.

And today, the swordsmiths were almost suffocated by the fact that they appeared here in unison.

"Let's get started. Ye Changsheng said lightly.

The swordsmiths immediately came to their senses and hurried back to their respective posts.

The two swordsmiths opened the small door of the furnace and carefully took out the inner tank from the big ding.

The cylindrical inner tank is made of ink silver, which is cold-resistant, and has excellent conductivity and is not easy to deform.

The outer wall of the inner tank is full of holes, and there are several mechanisms at both ends to adjust the diameter of the inner tank, as well as the orientation and strength of the clamp.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward, inserted the giant sword vertically, and then fixed it properly.

The inner tank containing the great sword was once again fed into the furnace, and the small door was tightly closed.

Ye Changsheng took a step forward and said in a deep voice: "Nine Cold Xuanbing True Liquid, prepare." ”

Jiuhan?!

The people who were curious about the people who followed couldn't help but be taken aback, and instinctively stepped forward.

The Xuanbing True Liquid is the Xuanbing Spiritual Qi collected by the swordsmiths between heaven and earth, and then compresses the spiritual energy into liquid by high-pressure method.

The Xuanbing True Liquid, according to the degree of freezing, is divided into nine grades, and the Nine Colds are the highest grades.

The Xuanbing True Liquid, which has reached the "Nine Cold" level, can instantly freeze a person's bones into ashes once it is attached to a person's body.

In the barren continent in the north, there are many natural ice caves where the temperature reaches "nine colds", and the local savages' method of disposing of the corpses is to stuff the corpses into the caves and hold "ice burials".

In just a short period of time, the corpses in the ice cave will freeze and crack into powder, truly "crushing bones and ashes", and returning to nature.

It can be seen from this that the low temperature of the "Nine Colds" is terrifying.

Obviously, the swordsmiths were also frightened by Ye Changsheng's order, and after making sure that Ye Changsheng had not made a mistake, they carefully stuffed the eight narrow nozzles into the small mouth reserved by the furnace ding.

At the end of the nozzle, it was on the edge of the inner tank, and at the other end, there were eight tall rectangular containers, which were obviously the storage tanks for the Xuanbing True Liquid.

Everything was ready, and the irrelevant people took a few steps back, and they all put on protective clothing against freezing.

Ye Changsheng casually picked out the ice and fire chain around his neck and said in a deep voice: "Cold casting begins!"

"Cold casting begins!"

"Cold casting begins!"

"Cold casting begins!"

Three voices responded, and the eight swordsmiths turned on and off the storage tank almost simultaneously.

Laugh at!

The sound of the air rushing is even a little harsh.

On the eight nozzles, white mist erupted rapidly, leaving eight white marks on the sword body of the Juque Sword.

As the cold air continued to erupt, the eight markers spread rapidly, and finally joined together, dyeing the entire sword body white.

On the outer wall of the inner tank, a thick layer of frost froze in an instant, and the ice and snow flew in the furnace space, and they immediately fell to the ground.

The cold air continued to spread outward, and the outer wall of the huge furnace was also covered with white frost, and even under the furnace ding, several icicles were formed.

The swordsmiths who controlled the storage tanks, although they had protective equipment, were also frozen to the point that their teeth chattered, and their eyebrows and beards were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Ye Changsheng, who was standing solemnly in front of the furnace, was calm and composed.

The chain of ice and fire around his neck came from the treasure of the Shura Gate, and then at the bottom of the abyss, he experienced the tempering of dragon blood and dragon breath, and his defensive performance against ice and fire was greatly improved.

At this moment, the chain of ice and fire had completely turned red, like a burning flame, wrapped around Ye Changsheng's neck.

The fire attribute magic array carved on the necklace circled quietly, resisting the cold air of the outside world while sending bursts of warm currents into Ye Changsheng's body.

Changsheng is like a spring breeze, and his heart is very satisfied, when he was selecting treasures in the treasure room, he was despised by the magic bell.

Where will the magic bell know the beauty of this necklace?

The Nine Cold Level Xuanbing True Liquid was constantly spitting on the Juque Sword, and the sword was as if it had been tempered in fire, first turning white, then black, and finally turning into a light gray.

The time of the half-pillar incense passed.

Ye Changsheng sensed it carefully for a moment, and suddenly said loudly: "Stop!"

The eight swordsmiths, who were about to freeze, hurriedly turned off the switch on and off the storage tank.

When the cold subsided, the swordsmith used a hook to open the small door of the furnace and hook the inner tank out.

The entire liner had been frozen into an icicle, carefully chiseled open by the swordsmith with a chisel, revealing the long sword erected inside.

Ye Changsheng casually asked for a hammer, stepped forward, picked up the hammer and smashed it towards the inner tank.

Bang, bang, bang!

The inner tank with its heavy base shook constantly, and the ice fell down.

The giant sword inside, under the fierce hammer blow, cracks opened on the sword body.

Bang!

Another blow of the hammer, the giant sword, with a bang, shattered into slag.

The swordsmiths who were watching couldn't help but let out an exclamation, and then let out an even bigger exclamation.

Shattered in the debris on the ground, there was a golden dagger!

The high-ranking people behind Ye Changsheng also widened their eyes and looked at the golden dagger.

The treasure Ye Changsheng was talking about, could it be this dagger hidden in the big sword?

However, after they sensed it, they all showed strange expressions.

This dagger is very precious, made of extremely pure gold, and it is beautifully carved with patterns, and in the eyes of ordinary people, it is not too much to say that it is a treasure.

But for them, the dagger was meaningless, because there was not the slightest flow of aura.

Is it really a treasure?

Did Ye Changsheng make a mistake?

Of course, Ye Changsheng couldn't be mistaken, at this moment, he had already held this golden dagger in his hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a flip of his wrist, Ye Changsheng held the black carving knife, and the tip of the knife slowly slid over the body of the golden dagger.

When the masters saw Ye Changsheng's approach, they suddenly realized that there was something hidden inside this golden dagger!

In the sight of everyone's expectation, the golden dagger was broken from it, Ye Changsheng gently picked it up, and a slender silver bar came out of the dagger.

This is...... A pen?!

Ye Changsheng picked up the silver pen, looked at the handwriting on the barrel carefully, and read slowly: "The Milky Way at the bottom of the pen falls for nine days. ”

Nine days of the Milky Way at the bottom of the pen?

Ye Changsheng looked dazed, his literary foundation was not very good, and he wondered if he had misrecognized the ancient characters on the pen.

He didn't notice that the mountain chief of Wenshan Academy, Lu Zixin, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but tremble.