Mu Qingke's mood rose inexplicably, and he glanced at Ye Changsheng who was not far away, and then handed the bronze sword in his hand to the vice president beside him.

The masters took turns admiring the solemn sword, and from time to time they let out exclamations, and they had already said all the wonders that this imitation could embody.

Behind Ye Changsheng, Liu Bufan and the other five sword-forging masters, listening to everyone's comments, although they were not surprised, they still felt very uncomfortable in their hearts.

Especially Liu Bufan and Mo Longfeng, the two of them and Ye Changsheng are both sword-casting masters of the Jade Dragon Principality, and the two of them are witnesses of Ye Changsheng's promotion to sword-casting masters, whether they want to or not, they must stand on the same front as Ye Changsheng.

Ye Changsheng lost, which means that they also lost, and the authority of the two of them will be dealt a fatal blow.

From now on, who will take them seriously?

What made the two even more panicked was that once the Swordsmith Guild established its authority, it would inevitably modify the conditions for advancing to the swordsmith master and raise the threshold for becoming a swordsmith master.

When the time comes, they will probably also be robbed of their titles as swordsmiths under the strict scrutiny of the guild!

Ye Changsheng, you must not lose, you must win.

Although Ye Changsheng had little hope of winning, Liu Bufan and Mo Longfeng clung to this glimmer of hope.

When the two of them prayed to the gods and Buddhas, they suddenly saw Mu Qingke walking towards them with a large group of people, and they were in a panic.

Mu Qingke sneered, stood proudly in front of Ye Changsheng, and took the bronze sword from Ye Changsheng's hand, his movements were so careless.

However, the moment he grasped the sword, his face changed suddenly.

This, how is this possible, the feeling of holding this sword is exactly the same as the feeling of holding a real sword of cutting clothes!

The feeling of a sword-casting master comes from countless times of appreciation, countless times of speculation, countless times of practice, and countless times of summary and sublimation.

Mu Qingke had never been like this for a moment, hoping that his feelings were wrong, even though it was unlikely.

His face returned to normal, and the hint of mockery had long since disappeared without a trace, and his scrutinizing gaze passed over the bronze sword.

The weight, size, and proportions are perfect, and the lines are perfect and smooth, without the slightest sense of stiffness, which vividly reflects the clumsiness of antiquity.

Compared to the sword that was solemnly imitated, it was no worse at all.

What shocked Mu Qingke even more was that whenever there is a new sword, there must be a fire and a sharp energy, but the sword in his hand seems to have passed the baptism of time, after the precipitation of history, the breath of the sword body is also full of vicissitudes of antiquity.

This, how is this possible?!

In shock, Mu Qingke blurted out what he thought in his heart.

His face turned pale, and Mu Qingke held the sword unwillingly, examining every detail with the most rigorous gaze, trying to find out the flaws of this sword.

However, the more he looked closely, the more his heart sank.

This sword is not without flaws, on the contrary, there are many flaws, but these flaws are inherent in the genuine clothes sword.

In other words, when Ye Changsheng imitated the Clothes Cutting Sword, even the defects of the Clothes Cutting Sword were imitated!

Calm down, be sure to be calm.

Mu Qingke forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his heart, his face became unwavering again, nodded slightly, and casually handed the sword to his companions.

Although the level of the masters around him is not as good as him, it is not too far behind, and when he got this sword, he also had a shocked look on his face, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

However, he quickly regained his composure from the shock, also nonchalantly, handing the sword to the next master.

Seven or eight masters, one by one, did not say a word, which was in stark contrast to when they appraised the solemn sword.

The onlookers don't know why, how can they understand the anguish in their hearts.

After they saw the solemn sword, they had already decided that the solemn had won, and they had prepared a lot of mockery early in the morning, ready to be used on Ye Changsheng's body.

However, when they really saw Ye Changsheng's imitation of the long sword, those prepared words were stuck in their throats, and they couldn't get a word out, and this grievance could be imagined.

Although he already had the answer in his heart, no one admitted that solemnity would lose.

"I lost. Holding the long sword forged by Ye Changsheng solemnly, as if he had aged ten years in an instant, he said depressedly.

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, and their eyes were full of shock and incomprehension.

Liu Bufan and Mo Longfeng, who were behind Ye Changsheng, had dull eyes, their eyes flashing with surprise and surprise, and they almost suspected that their ears had heard it wrong.

Mu Qingke was furious, glaring solemnly, eager to strangle this big disciple on the spot.

He also secretly regretted that he had known his solemn and upright temperament, so he shouldn't have let him look at Ye Changsheng's sword.

"Wait!" Mu Qingke raised his hands and shouted suddenly.

The discussion in the audience was lowered, and Mu Qingke's face was gloomy: "In terms of appearance, Ye Changsheng has indeed done a good job, but don't forget, as a sword, you must have the proper function of a sword, and this is the key to determining the outcome of the battle!"

There was nothing wrong with this, and everyone nodded.

A sword is a sword, even if this sword is not made for fighting, but it is also a sword.

Since it is a sword, it should have the sharpness it deserves, the piercing power it deserves, and the lethality it deserves.

Masters let the senses rule everything, but for the uninitiated, they prefer to trust their eyes.

Of the two imitation swords, who is the most successful in imitation, wouldn't it be good to test it.

To the embarrassment of the higher-ups of the Swordsmith Guild, they didn't have any tools to prepare for testing beforehand, so they seemed a little busy at the moment.

There is no way, who would have thought that the competition between Master Zhuang and Ye Changsheng would go to this point.

Who would have thought that this Ye Changsheng would be so powerful?

Thinking of Ye Changsheng's weight lifting when he forged the sword, and such a fast speed, even those who were hostile to Ye Changsheng felt a little amazing.

Gray hair is immortal, and it really lives up to its name!

The guild members were busy preparing the testing tools, and onlookers finally had a chance to get up close and personal with the two imitations.

Of course, Chen Laoji from Fengcheng was the first to get the two swords.

After seeing the solemn sword, Chen Laoji picked up Ye Changsheng's sword again and said in surprise: "Capitalization?"

Ye Changsheng was surprised, Jian Chen Laoji looked at him, then nodded, and said truthfully: "When I was in Yunlong City, I asked Lu Zixinshan, the chief of Wenshan Academy, for Confucian freehand, so when I cast the sword, I brought a bit of ancient meaning into the sword. ”

There was a dead silence in the audience, whether it was a swordsmith or a layman, they looked at Ye Changsheng as if they were looking at monsters.

Confucianism, one of the four secret techniques of the Tianxuan Continent, is also the most difficult secret art to comprehend.

Listening to Ye Changsheng's meaning, he not only comprehended, but also integrated comprehension into the sword-forging technique, what kind of concept is this?

Ye Changsheng was sure that what he was saying was really Confucian freehand, not fake?