In the secret room, silver light flickered, and fluorescence flowed.

The two swords, the Wangshu Sword and the Immortal Sword, began to play the game of "I won't let you come out, I want to come out", and they fought happily.

The sword spirit of the Immortal Sword actually can't be called a sword spirit yet, because it is born from Ye Changsheng's nine drops of natal essence blood.

To some extent, it was Ye Changsheng who gave it spirituality, not the spirituality that it naturally generated in the sword body.

Therefore, the current Immortal Sword Spirit is like a child, while his opponent, Wangshu Sword Spirit, is a thousand-year-old fox.

How could a simple child fight the cunning old fox, the gap between the two is not only in mind, but also in strength.

However, the sword spirit of the Immortal Sword is not afraid at all, it shoulders the sacred mission of protecting its master from being charmed, and it cannot back down at all.

And Wangshu Jian also gradually awakened his nature as a sword from the initial playfulness, and wanted to get rid of the boring fate of being shelved.

Therefore, the more fierce the resistance of the Immortal Sword, the more Wangshu Sword had to suppress the Immortal Sword.

Seeing that the two swords were fighting with fire, Ye Changsheng had no choice but to release an energy barrier to separate the two swords.

An hour passed in a flash, and Ye Changsheng reluctantly handed the sword to Sima Zhen and pushed it aside, still pondering the meaning of the rune he had just discovered in his mind.

Three days passed in a flash, during which Ye Changsheng took over the Wangshu Sword three more times, but apart from some gains on the original basis, he didn't make any other discoveries.

The Wangshu Sword was sealed back into the glass cover, and from the last flash of light it could be seen how much it wanted to get out of here.

The swordsmiths were also stunned, and absentmindedly left the sword hiding room and returned to the hall of the swordsmith's guild.

Sitting back at a desk, the masters sorted out their moods and began to appreciate Wang Shujian's experience, comparing them with their previous notes, and writing them on the paper like gold.

I don't know when, Chen Laoji came to the side hall, and when he saw ten small desks, only one was empty, he couldn't help but sigh regretfully.

Ye Changsheng just left, and the opportunity to go to Fengcheng for further study, which others regarded as supreme glory, was scornful to him.

Mu Qingke and the old manager soon came to the side hall and showed everyone's performance in the secret room one by one.

probably guessed that the person that Old Chen was really interested in was actually Ye Changsheng, so Mu Qingke said it very carefully.

Chen Laoji listened indifferently, and when he heard that Wangshu Jian liked Ye Changsheng, he was not surprised at all, in today's world, who else can have a natural affinity with the sword like the heir of the divine refining bloodline.

When he heard the Wangshu Sword and the Immortal Sword Fighting Technique, he just smiled.

The natal sword of the divine refining bloodline inheritor, the loyalty to the master surpasses everything, if the sword spirit of the immortal sword is left to it, then it is called abnormal.

Mu Qingke said, handed a notebook to Chen Laoji: "Old Chen, the guild has long had a rule, but if you taste heavy equipment, you can't take a piece of paper out of the guild." This is the note that Ye Changsheng made when he was appreciating Wangshu Sword. ”

Chen Laoji was surprised, took the notebook, and when he turned to the first page, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Sure enough, it was a genius, just through the glass cover, just according to the size and proportion of the Wangshu sword, he calculated the weight of the Wangshu sword, although there was a deviation of three coins, but it was also very good.

The foundation of drawing is not said, and the font is even more self-contained, with both the sharpness of a teenager and a dusty rhyme.

Even if this kid is not a sword-forging genius, he will never be a thing in the pool.

And in the next few pages, it was probably that the Wangshu sword had already been taken out, and the weight of the sword that Ye Changsheng had speculated on had repeatedly narrowed the error, almost close to the real weight.

Chen Laoji read it with great interest, and while he was disappointed, he felt extremely relaxed.

What is lost is that such a genius can't return to the Ye family in Fengcheng, which can't help but be said to be a big pity.

Fortunately, it was obvious that Ye Changsheng did not have a special opinion on the runes on the hilt of Wangshu's sword, otherwise, Ye Changsheng's handwriting of those runes would not be so calm, and it looked a little rusty.

In this way, Ye Changsheng's father, Ye Tiexin, should have kept his promise, and he didn't even reveal those secrets to his son.

Since Ye Changsheng didn't know anything about the events of the year, some people who were afraid of Ye Changsheng could probably rest assured!

Chen Laoji was about to return the handwriting to Mu Qingke, but after thinking about it for a while, he put it away by himself, but Mu Qingke turned a blind eye to this scene, and completely forgot what he said before: "A piece of paper must not leave the guild".

Chen Laoji thought for a moment and said lightly: "President Mu, let's set up a contact point in Fengcheng, the main person in charge, and add Ye Changsheng as well." ”

Mu Qingke was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed down and said, "Thank you Elder Chen!"

Maple City allowed them to set up a point of contact, which was equivalent to officially acknowledging the existence of the Swordsmith Guild, which meant a lot to the guild.

And with this point of contact, they can also communicate with Maple City in a timely manner, so as not to touch the interests of Maple City when they expand, causing unnecessary misunderstandings and conflicts.

And the two sides have a channel of contact, which is also great news for the swordsmiths.

As long as he announced the news, those swordsmithing masters who were outside the guild, some swordsmithing families who resisted, and even a few grandmaster-level figures, would inevitably look at the guild differently because of Fengcheng.

It seems that this time, they have been stained with Ye Changsheng's light again!

Although Mu Qingke had 100,000 doubts about Ye Changsheng's true identity, he calmly restrained his curiosity.

Respectfully sending Chen Laoji away, Mu Qingke let out a sigh of relief, looking up at the plaque of the Sword Forger Guild on the gate, the more he looked at it, the more he felt younger, and the more he looked at it, the more he was full of ambition.

A steward stepped forward and bowed down and said, "Elder, Elder Lu, the vice president of the Southeast Branch, I would like to borrow the sword forging room for a few more days. ”

Elder Lu, ask Lu Wanfang from the Sword Hall?

Mu Qingke nodded and said, "Just let them continue to use it, and give them some more materials, and ask the Sword Pavilion to open for a few days, and even the shelves are still empty, how can this work?"

With that, he ignored the steward's shocked and dazed expression, and walked proudly towards the door.

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At night, thousands of miles away, on the border of the Glory Federation, under the brilliant starry sky, a huge floating island slowly moved in the air.

Somewhere on the island, a huge monster fell to the ground, black blood gushing down from its torn wounds, forming a pool of water.

The monster let out a low roar of pain while panting violently, and its claws with sharp nails slowly let go of the long sword in its hand.

In the mist of blood, the monster's body began to shrink, the dragon horns on its head retracted into its skull, the row of spines behind it retracted, and the heavy tail it dragged slowly disappeared.

The young man who turned back into a human form wiped the blood and tears from his face, got up from the ground, staggered, and walked towards the Jinpeng bird standing not far away.