Everything was difficult at the beginning, and the success of the first step gave Ye Changsheng great confidence.

Although the spiral fire seal of "Eight Seals of Spiritual Fire" was very condensed, it was finally successful.

I have to say that the texture of the molten iron smelted by the spiritual fire is good.

Probably because the spirituality in the spiritual fire has a natural rejection of the impurities in the iron, so when the iron is melted, most of the impurities in it are cleaned up.

It's just that Changsheng is not skillful enough to control it, and in terms of efficiency, it is not as good as the furnace dings outside.

However, he didn't care, he used spiritual fire to smelt metal, mainly to test the effect of purifying potions, not to actually forge swords.

What kind of sword can a piece of iron the size of a fingernail forge?

An hour later, Ye Changsheng tiredly withdrew the spiritual fire, and the energy he was holding the molten iron was also recovered.

With a click, silver molten iron fell from the shelf and into a crucible that had been placed long ago.

For a whole hour, he was dedicated to three purposes, not only to control the spiritual fire, but also to control the energy, and at the same time to observe the changes of the molten iron, the consumption can be imagined.

Therefore, it is not realistic to use spiritual fire to forge a sword now, and the iron he is smelting now is only the size of a fingernail, but if the iron is doubled, he will not be able to bear it.

Although exhausted, Changsheng's eyes were full of joy, and he didn't need to look at the re-solidified molten iron to know that his test was successful.

With a bang, Ye Changsheng fell on his back on the floor, his eyes were so sleepy that he could barely open them, and his big hand casually swiped a few times, and closed the three-piece magic circle with his strength.

The next moment, his figure disappeared from the spot, and after entering the Zara Realm, he remained in a lying position and fell asleep.

Twelve hours have passed in the Zara Realm, but more than an hour has only passed in the outside world.

Ye Changsheng, who had slept for a day, came out of the Jie Luo Realm in high spirits, and it was exactly the middle of the night.

Only then did he pick up the silver iron block in the crucible that had solidified into an irregular shape, and sensed it carefully.

Correct the data, adjust the ratio, and then test again, and the efficiency is higher than the last.

After the fourth test, the new purification agent was finally finalized.

The recipe for the purification potion came from the notes of the Sword Casting Grandmaster, and Changsheng combined it with the memories of the Infinite Demon Venerable's inheritance to recalculate and adjust it.

In the past four days, he has tested day and night, and if you add the three furnaces outside, the number of tests is no less than a hundred.

Is a hundred times a lot, but it's not much at all.

It is very fast and very rare to be able to finalize a drug in a hundred tests.

You must know that the purification potion used by Qianjiantang before, Changsheng's father Ye Tiexin spent five or six years of work to finalize it, and the tests experienced during this period were at least tens of thousands of times!

There is still one day left before the competition, and Changsheng plans to continue the test of material exchange, which is much more difficult than material purification.

But he's not in a hurry, he can test as much as he can, it's a big deal to wait for him to try it with Zhuang Zheng, just continue to test.

"Childe, Master Liu Bufan and Master Mo Longfeng are here again, and they are anxious to see you. Outside the door, there was the sound of a sledgehammer.

Ye Changsheng said casually: "Your son-in-law is busy, and he doesn't have time to meet customers!"

You don't need to see him to guess what these two people are going to say, it's nothing more than that he is young and impulsive, and he shouldn't accept this challenge, let him give in, find someone to talk to Xiang, and find a way to fool the past.

But now it doesn't make any sense to say this, even if Changsheng didn't force Mu Qingke to kneel for him that night, Mu Qingke would have taken him under the knife.

It's better not to let the two of them disturb their moods.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the time of the day passed.

In the early morning of this day, the streets of Furong City were marked by a noticeable increase in the number of ornate carriages passing by, and under the surprised gaze of pedestrians, these carriages drove not in the direction of the Imperial Palace, but towards the seat of the Swordsmith's Guild.

After a while, dozens of carriages were parked in the square at the main entrance of the Sword Forgers Guild.

After getting out of the carriage, many big people first looked curiously at the gate of the Sword Forger's Guild, and then looked around.

Since the establishment of the Swordsmith Guild, they have never been here, and they have never thought of coming here, but today is different.

The people who came to the Sword Forger Guild today were not only people from the Ye family in Fengcheng, but also people from the royal family, as well as members of the imperial court, how could they not come to such a grand event?

Even the magnates who didn't receive Mu Qingke's invitation came, but they were afraid of the majesty of the big man, so they hid in the carriage one after another, waiting for the big man to go in again.

The middle door of the Sword Forger Guild was wide open, and the two side doors were also opened, and Mu Qingke, the president of the guild, with a group of high-level officials, had been waiting there for a long time, all in fresh clothes and gorgeous clothes, looking high-spirited.

It has been several years since the Swordsmith Guild was established, but it has always been in an awkward position, and has even received a lot of cold reception.

Today's pomp and circumstance is unprecedented.

The guild has never been as lively as it is today, and it has never been so beautiful to invite so many big people, and Mu Qingke and them have never been so beautiful as today.

In fact, an important purpose of the Federation to hold the Sword Forge Exchange Conference this time is to establish the authority of the Sword Forge Guild and let the guild be recognized to the greatest extent.

Since you want to establish authority, you naturally need to establish authority.

Unfortunately, the guild's first sword slashed at the youngest swordsmith master in the Federation, Ye Changsheng.

Liwei alone is not enough, but also to build momentum.

Fortunately, the guild invited people from the Ye family in Maple City, and then attracted members of the royal family and court officials, and now the entire Furong City, I'm afraid they all know about this grand meeting of the Sword Forger Guild.

Mu Qingke's mood was very excited, from today onwards, the Sword Forgers Guild would usher in a gorgeous transformation, no less than a great rebirth, and the hard work he had put in for many years would also be rewarded most abundantly.

He personally introduced the prince and the second prince of the Su family into the middle gate, and then handed over the reception to other high-level officials, and he accompanied him all the way.

Seeing that the idle prince Su Tianmu and the second prince Su Yuanfang's faces were as usual, Mu Qingke couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

After the turmoil in Honglu Temple, he specially learned about Ye Changsheng, and only then did he know that Ye Changsheng not only had a friendship with the second prince, but also had a friendship with Su Tianmu.

But now it seems that even if there is a friendship, it is only a general friendship, and the two royal families are still on his side.

Coming to the sword-casting room dedicated to the competition, Su Yuanfang looked at the two furnace tripods in the open space in front of him, and said with a smile: "Mu Lao, although this king admires Ye Changsheng very much, he doesn't want him to win, you can't let this king down." ”

Mu Qingke smiled proudly: "Your Highness has put 100,000 hearts, and there may be a saying that martial arts cultivation is a thousand miles a day, but the way of forging a sword is not a trick." Ye Changsheng is determined to lose this time!"

Su Tianmu fiddled with the folding fan in his hand, and looked at Mu Qingke with a smile: "Before the duel between Gongsun Kang and Ye Changsheng, I swore like you, so Mu Lao, you can't say anything to be very full, and it will be bad if it is full." ”