"Ye Changsheng, I'm going to kill you!" Ou Yun trembled with anger and gritted his teeth.

Under the dim light of the room, the Nether Flying Snake slumped on the table, its mouth wide open, like a stranded big-headed fish, gasping weakly.

The fractures of the two teeth, as well as the mutilations, are uneven, stained with cracked fascia, and hung with blood, which hurts when you look at them.

The upper jaw of Shekou was pierced by some kind of energy light, flowing with black blood, and black light flickered faintly in the wound.

The Nether Flying Snake is a high-grade spirit snake of the dark attribute, but it was injured by dark energy.

The Nether Flying Snake is extremely poisonous, and it seals its throat with blood, but now it is poisoned!

Ou Yun smiled sadly and absurdly, and then his heart ached.

Ten years ago, he had spent almost half of his family fortune to buy this spirit snake from the Unshaded Domain.

There is no way, his own strength is too weak, and he is only at the beginning of the Supreme Realm, let alone before, in the capital city where the masters are like clouds, it is inconspicuous.

And as a swordsmith, it is inevitable to travel around in search of natural treasures.

Whenever he encounters a stronger spirit beast and opponent, with his strength, he can only flee in the wilderness.

But since the Nether Flying Snake, Ou Yun's situation has changed dramatically.

Despite its small size, the Nether Flying Serpent is lightning fast and adept at concealing its body shape and aura, like a lurking killer.

The sudden attack of the flying snake is comparable to that of a strong man!

In the past ten years, with the assistance of the Nether Flying Snake, Ou Yun has escaped death many times, and even killed his opponents.

Ten years together, with the same heart, Ou Yun has long regarded the Netherworld as a part of himself.

The Netherworld is still his last hole card, and this secret is only known to his beloved disciple Cai Zhenhua.

Now in order to kill Ye Changsheng and kill his mouth, he had to use the Netherworld Flying Snake, but who would have thought that if he couldn't kill someone, Netherworld would lose half his life!

Is the toothless ghost still the netherworld, the half-dead nether, or the nether?

Ou Yun looked at the painful Netherworld, his eyes were full of tears, and he stretched out his big rough hand and crushed the Nether's skull.

He couldn't leave the slightest trace and let Ye Changsheng and the Refiner Guild track down his body.

The Netherworld can only die, and there will be no bones left.

Owen's large hands shrouded in scorching flames, burning the Netherworld to ashes.

Let's let Ye Changsheng live tonight, and when Zhenhua comes tomorrow, he will personally kill Ye Changsheng's dog life and avenge the netherworld!

Ou Yun cleaned all traces and sat cross-legged on the bed irritable and restless.

To his surprise and surprise, the night passed, and nothing happened.

No, according to common sense, Ye Changsheng's assassination is bound to alarm the Refiner Guild.

Even if you don't suspect him, there should be routine checks and inquiries, how can there be no movement?

Could it be that when the Netherworld bit the flying sword, it also injured Ye Changsheng?

Ou Yun couldn't help but perk up when he thought of this possibility.

If this is the case, then the Netherworld is not dead in vain.

The sky was bright, and the sound of footsteps finally came from the small courtyard.

By the time Ou Yun finished washing up and rushed to the hall, there were already many people gathered in the hall.

At the front of the hall, Vice President Man Tianyun had a solemn expression, and Ye Changsheng stood next to him.

The moment he saw Ye Changsheng, Ou Yun's eyes were red, and he couldn't wait to rush up and strangle Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng was hanging a necklace, and on the pendant on his chest, there were two snake teeth!

Those two snake teeth were originally huge, and they had a unique shape, crystal clear, hanging on Ye Changsheng's neck, they really looked like a good ornament.

Ye Changsheng felt something, looked at Master Ou Yun in the crowd, smiled slightly, and nodded slightly.

Ou Yun forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, habitually snorted coldly, and staggered his gaze.

When everyone arrived, Man Tianyun said in a solemn voice: "In order to ensure that the sword casting is not disturbed, the guild will be temporarily closed, and if there are no special circumstances, I hope you will not enter and leave without permission." ”

Everyone nodded their heads, which is understandable, many similar large-scale events will be temporarily closed.

This is not only to prevent the event from being infected, but also for the safety of all.

Just imagine, if something really happens, won't they be served in a pot?

While such a possibility is slim, it is not impossible.

Those high-ranking people naturally have no opinion, they are a privileged class, and the rules of the sky are not for them in the first place.

Ou Yun didn't think much about it, but he couldn't transfer people from the outside world and killed Ye Changsheng, which made him a little depressed.

At noon, Ye Changsheng led nearly 100 swordsmiths and apprentices from the Sword Forge Hall to worship the ancestor of sword casting, Ou Yezi.

The ceremony was simple and solemn, and after the ceremony, everyone changed into sword-casting costumes and walked towards the refining tower.

The first floor of the Refining Tower, which had been transformed into a huge hall, was empty.

Nine sword-casting furnaces, according to the pattern of the nine palace gossip, neatly placed, magnificent.

Ye Changsheng did not sit in a wheelchair, but took the lead, standing in front of the largest furnace, looking at the faint light of the fire in the furnace.

He was wearing a black training suit, his long silver hair was draped over his shoulders, and his quiet gaze in the past showed a slight excitement at the moment.

Yes, how could he not be excited, as long as he took this step, he would be promoted from a swordsmith to a swordsmith.

With the title of Sword Casting Master, his ideal of asking the sword world has taken a big step forward.

The heavenly spirits of my father and mother would also be gratified to see what Immortal had achieved in the way of sword forging.

The hint of excitement in his eyes slowly disappeared, replaced by a calm like autumn water.

Ye Changsheng took a step forward and said loudly: "Fire!"

"Fire!"

Asked Lu Wanfang, the chief elder of the Sword Hall, and shouted, and the old and upright voice echoed in the hall on the first floor.

The largest furnace tripod took the lead in opening the magic circle, and the other eight tripods also lit fires one after another, and for a while, the gossip of the nine palaces was full of flames.

Hundreds of swordsmiths and apprentices turned into trickles one after another, and came to the furnace in front of their respective responsibilities, and got busy in an orderly manner.

In the past three days, the nine furnaces have been preheated, so the furnace is ripe and can start directly.

After the first round of busyness was over, the high-level leaders of the General Association of Refiners led the distinguished guests who came to observe, and there were hundreds of people, who walked into the hall and went straight to the second floor of the refining tower.

Everyone was condescending, looking at the raging flames in the gossip of the Nine Palaces, as well as the methodical and busy swordsmiths, they couldn't help but let out a sigh of amazement.

Liu Bufan, the owner of Shenjian Villa, said with flying eyebrows: "It seems that Ye Changsheng has already prepared, and the nine furnaces will start work at the same time, I am afraid that the composite melting and casting method will be adopted." ”