Lu Wanfang and the others were really anxious, but also because they were holding back a lot of energy in their hearts, and they didn't want to lose to a villain like Liu Jingye.

At present, the most important thing is to create a Lingwu-level long sword for Liu Lao's birthday.

Ask whether the Sword Hall can win a good start, whether it can override the Casting Sword Hall, it depends on this sword.

Inside the high walls of the backyard of the Ye Mansion, the big chimney that had been silent for many years spewed smoke again, and the roar of crushing the ore made the ground tremble.

In the basement below the furnace, heat is rolling and dust is flying.

A few sturdy men, shirtless, constantly spread crushed iron ore on a flat firewood.

The ore was mixed with the auxiliary materials prepared by Ye Changsheng, which quickly melted into molten iron, flowed into the ashes of the plants and trees below, and rolled into pieces of black bumps.

Carbon is incorporated into iron to increase toughness and strength, as is the case with plant ash.

These black bumps were quickly collected and transported to a swordsmithing room for secondary smelting.

In the center of the empty sword-casting room, there was a mottled three-legged tripod, which was blazing into the sky.

The black lumps of coarse iron are fed into the furnace, and under the high temperature, it quickly melts into shiny molten iron.

"Record, secondary smelting begins. Ye Changsheng stepped forward against the firelight, squinting at the firelight in the furnace.

An apprentice behind him hurried forward and wrote it down in a small notebook with charcoal.

The impurities in the molten iron turned into cyan and black breath and drifted upward.

By the color of the smoke, Changsheng was able to determine the composition of impurities.

Three smelting, desulfurization.

Four meltings, dephosphorization.

From the fifth smelting, materials are added to the molten iron to gradually improve the quality of the molten iron.

Some of these auxiliary materials are used to further clean up the impurities of the molten iron, and some can integrate alloy particles into the molten iron.

From this stage, the level of a swordsmith is truly tested.

If the heat is not enough or the heat is too high, the added materials will not only not be effective, but will form new impurities.

If the order of addition is not well controlled, it is likely to change the characteristics of the molten iron.

In the eighth smelting, and the most difficult step, is the "possession".

Spirituality, as the name suggests, is the integration of materials with spiritual properties into molten iron.

Only if the spirit is successfully possessed, the quality of a sword can be upgraded to the spirit martial level.

Otherwise, how can we talk about the "spirit"?

The difficulty of spiritual possession lies in the fact that the spiritual power materials added must not only maintain the maximum vitality, but also perfectly integrate into the molten iron and become one.

For three days and three nights, nine smeltings, Ye Changsheng always stood in front of the furnace, observing the transformation of molten iron again and again.

I don't know how many times the sweat on his body dried, leaving layers of sweat stains, and his clothes became tattered under the high temperature.

However, in the eyes of others, this dignity is unusually tall.

Even if you are a genius swordsmith, if you want to forge a good sword, you also need to pay hard work and sweat that others can't match.

This is reflected in the young hall master, which is even more commendable.

Elder Lu's eyes were full of bloodshots, and he pushed a shelf over, and said hoarsely, "Young Hall Master, the sword fan is ready." ”

The sword fan is the mold of the sword, generally with sand and soil as the outer model, and the middle is poured with beeswax.

When the molten iron flows into the sword, the beeswax melts rapidly, and the hollow part becomes a sword shape.

Ye Changsheng nodded, and when he saw the molten iron in the furnace glowing red, he said loudly: "Drain!"

The crucible in the furnace slowly tilted out an angle, and the red molten iron flowed down a pipe into the sword fan.

At the moment when the sword fan was filled, a sword suddenly appeared in Ye Changsheng's mind.

The shape of this sword, which is exactly the same as the hollow sword shape in the sword, is made of flowing liquid.

Through the flowing liquid, Changsheng could even see that the sword veins were slowly forming.

Is this sword the Mochou sword I am forging?

Ye Changsheng was dumbfounded, and a mysterious and distant magic voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

The contemplation is formed, and the illusion is suddenly born......

Meditation is formed, and illusions are suddenly born?!

Ye Changsheng's heart was shocked, and he instantly understood.

After a few days of staring, a few days of mental projection, he put all his thoughts on the casting of the Mochou Sword.

It was precisely because he had contemplated too deeply that the illusion of Mo Chou Sword appeared in his mind.

And this illusion is not an illusion, the whole process of the formation of the sword vein it evolves is like a rehearsal of reality!

"God-given opportunity!" Ye Changsheng's eyes flashed with excitement, and he stepped forward to hold the sword fan's shelf, shaking it slightly.

Others were dumbfounded and didn't know why.

Only Changsheng himself knew that he was trying to transform the sword veins of this sword according to the "template" in his mind!

The refined iron melt in the sword fan shook with texture.

The sword veins extended in the sword body, like the veins of a willow leaf.

A quarter of an hour later, the melt began to solidify, and the intact sword veins also solidified.

So far, the sword blank has been successfully cast.

Blood quenching, tempering.

After completing these two steps, the sky is already bright.

In the sword casting room, Elder Lu and more than a dozen elders of the Ye family stood behind Ye Changsheng, forming a semicircle.

Everyone was in tattered clothes, their expressions were distressed, and they all looked nervous, staring at the hardened sword blank in the furnace.

When Ye Changsheng used long pliers to take out the sword blank from the furnace ding, everyone's hearts hung in the air.

Lingwu-level long sword is not so easy to cast, even if it is an old hall master back then, the probability of success is only thirty percent.

Although the Young Hall Master had shown amazing talent since he was a child, and had received the true inheritance of the Old Hall Master, they did not think that the Young Hall Master could succeed at one time.

But then again, who doesn't want to get it right the first time?

Under the water-cooled cycle, the temperature of the sword billet steadily decreased.

Ye Changsheng picked up the cooled sword blank in his hand, danced out a sword flower, and flicked his fingertips.

With a hum, the blade of the sword let out a dragon-like tremble.

His two fingers slowly crossed the blade of the sword, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and a bright smile appeared on his blackened face.

"Everyone, don't worry about the ancient sword, the casting has been successful!" Ye Changsheng's high-pitched voice echoed in the empty sword-casting room.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and suddenly burst into earth-shattering cheers.

Several big men were even more excited with tears in their eyes, and hugged each other tightly in shock.

It was a miracle that they had actually forged a Lingwu-grade long sword, and it was a success.

They worked a miracle!

Elder Lu and a few old men hurriedly stepped forward, picked up the successfully cast Mochou Sword, and inspected it for a long time, their expressions becoming more and more excited.

"Lingwu-level long sword, and it is, Lingwu-level, medium-grade!" Elder Lu raised Mo Chou above his head with both hands, and shouted with joy.