The clanging sound reverberated rhythmically on the first floor of the Refining Tower.

On the ruler-long ironware, plum blossoms bloomed.

Liao Xiaohu is completely immersed in his own world, and the hammer hits every part of the iron with precision.

The mockery in the eyes of the onlookers faded and was replaced by a sense of surprise.

For the first time, they discovered that the crude hammer forging technique could play with a sense of rhythm and be so pleasing to the eye.

The plum blossoms on the iron are as if they were stamped on them, and the texture is clear, and each one is the same size.

Ye Changsheng looked at Liao Xiaohu who was wielding a hammer and couldn't help nodding secretly.

Plum blossom forging is one of the signature hammer methods of Nanfeng's eight sledgehammers, to be precise, it is Liao Changhai's unique work, and Changsheng also practiced it when he was young.

The plum blossoms on the iron can be understood as patches, which are not only beautiful, but also the corresponding interior of the plum blossoms can "lock" the impurities in the ironware.

Not long after Liao Xiaohu comprehended the "plum blossom forging", the craftsmanship was a little rusty, but it was enough to hammer and forge a metal connector.

In a moment's work, forty-nine plum blossoms, no more, no less, evenly distributed on the golden ironware, exquisite as a work of art.

Even the arrogant Steward Liu has to admit that there is always an indescribable beauty in the iron forged by artificial hammering.

Beauty is beautiful, whether it can be used or not, we will not know until the test is completed.

Liao Xiaohu was sent down to rest, and Changsheng visited seven or eight workshops for material testing.

To Steward Liu's disappointment, Ye Changsheng didn't say anything, just watched.

"Buzz!"

At the door of the second-story tower, a gray flying sword flew straight towards Ye Changsheng.

The one-foot-long flying sword, with a smooth shape, suddenly flashed, and it lost its body, leaving only a shallow outline.

The flying sword hovered in front of Ye Changsheng, turned around for a moment, and landed in the hands of a fat man.

The person in charge of the second-story tower, Ma Yu, an eighth-level refiner, was around fifty, short and fat, with a harmless smile on his face.

Sending the flying sword to Ye Changsheng with both hands, Ma Yu smiled and said, "Ye Gongzi, how about this flying sword that has been refined under the Xia?"

Ye Changsheng took the flying sword and carefully admired it.

The flying sword is a basic magic weapon, and it is a standard weapon for the cultivators of the Edgeworth School.

As long as the cultivation of the sword master reaches the realm of transforming into a spirit, the flying sword can be activated, but the control technique is high and low.

The flying sword refined by Ma Yu, judging from the texture alone, is a Lingwu-level inferior grade.

The flying sword is blessed with an earth-attribute inscription, and when it comes to the sword, it can use the dust in the air to hide the outline of the sword body.

In addition, the sword body is also blessed with wind attribute inscriptions, which make the sword fly faster.

However, this flying sword has a fatal flaw, that is, the aura emitted by the flying sword itself is too obvious.

Even if the immortal's eyes couldn't see, his spiritual sense could lock on to the position of the flying sword in an instant.

In a word, flashy.

Changsheng said yes, returned the flying sword to Ma Yu, and asked, "Yellow-level mid-grade refining Ding refining?"

Ma Yu nodded, pointing to the tall furnace not far away.

Changsheng had no interest in refining the Ding, as Liao Changhai said before, the so-called refining tools of low-level refiners had not yet been separated from the category of "casting".

He came to several tall display cases and began to admire the low-level magic weapons refined by the eight-rank refiners.

Flame guns, thunder shields, self-healing rings, fifteen-fired ice crossbows, as well as armor and training equipment with various functions.

He sighed in his heart, the Refiner Guild really didn't come for nothing, just these magic weapons were enough to make the cultivator's eyes red.

If he had equipped these props in the first place, even if he didn't cultivate, he would have been able to break through the Black Wind Ridge.

In the Tianxuan Continent, everything in heaven and earth is composed of five elements, metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, in addition to the auxiliary wind element, thunder element, dark element, and light element.

These elements restrain each other and form the entire material world, which in turn forms the laws of heaven and earth, which govern all things.

The sword-forging technique inherited by Changsheng lies in using the principle of all things, conforming to nature, and allowing the spirituality of the weapon to manifest.

What the refiner did was forcibly attach spirituality to the magic weapon.

It's hard to say whether there's an advantage or disadvantage between the two, but for Changsheng, he prefers the smooth principle of harmony and natural harmony of all things.

According to the principle of "going with the flow", he soon discovered the violation and conflict between spirituality and the principles of nature in several low-level magic weapons.

These small things are precisely the flaws of the magic weapon.

Combined with the inheritance of the memory of the Infinite Demon Venerable, Changsheng solved a few more questions, but still remained silent.

Liao Changhai was also very cooperative, keeping his mouth closed tightly, no matter how Ma Yu tried, he didn't say a word.

There is no such thing as a free lunch, they have already given away two questions for free, and the rest will be charged.

Just as Ye Changsheng was heading towards the three-story tower, a mutation protruded.

"Whoosh!"

The purple crossbow bolt was as fast as lightning, rubbing a flash of purple light in the air, flying towards Ye Changsheng from the side.

In an instant, the crossbow arrow was close to Ye Changsheng!

Ye Changsheng's soul was filled with a cold chill, and he suddenly grabbed the sword at his waist and raised it upward.

"Boom!"

The crossbow arrows made of stainless steel were quickly nailed to the scabbard, and a thunderbolt exploded.

Purple sparks flew everywhere, and arcs of electricity fluttered in the air.

Under the powerful impact, the scabbard slammed into Ye Changsheng's temple.

The wheelchair slid sideways for a few feet, nearly rolled over on its side, and wobbled a few times before regaining balance.

Ye Changsheng's scorched hands trembled, clenching the scabbard, and a blood stain on his forehead slowly flowed down.

He stood up from his wheelchair and looked in the direction where the crossbow bolts were coming from, with a cold gaze.

A hundred meters away, a masked man, holding a purple hand crossbow, was staring at Ye Changsheng with wide eyes, incredulously.

The thunder god crossbow in his hand belongs to the magic weapon of the top grade of the spirit martial arts, and even the masters of the peak of the spirit realm can snipe and kill.

He never thought that Ye Changsheng would actually withstand this killing blow!

Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, the Assassin put away his crossbow and tapped his toes lightly on the wind chaser at his feet.

The wavy board suddenly lit up with cyan brilliance and floated from the ground.

With a whew, the Wind Chaser carried the Assassin like the wind, fleeing towards the exit leading to the first floor.

Want to go?

Ye Changsheng's eyes froze, and the black carving knife clasped in the palm of his hand came out of his hand.

"Bang!"

The runaway chaser slammed into the shelves, falling to the ground and hovering on its own, crashing into the masked assassin's head.

The masked assassin was lying on a white stone slab, his long hair and scarf soaked in blood.

In the back of his head, there is a black carving knife stuck in it!

Ye Changsheng probed with his big hand and grabbed the void.

The carving knife flew up with a blood flower, and with a bang, it returned to Ye Changsheng's palm.

Sitting back in the wheelchair, Changsheng said to Liao Changhai, who had just drawn his knife out of the sheath: "Let's go, let's go up to the third floor." ”