The crucible rose slowly in the furnace, and the red molten iron inside rolled up, constantly beating out water splashes.

Behind Ye Changsheng, the swordsmiths all showed worried expressions.

The molten iron rolls, indicating that the materials are not completely fused with each other, and the reason why the water splashes is also because the spiritual power of the fire attribute has not yet reached a stable state.

Using such molten iron to forge a sword, failure is small, and if you are not careful, the molten iron will even explode from the sword fan and hurt the young hall master.

Under the concerned gaze of everyone, the crucible tilted out at an angle, and the viscous molten iron flowed down the stream, and was led into the prepared sword fan.

"Bang!"

A spark of molten iron exploded suddenly, and everyone couldn't help but be startled.

In front of the sword fan, Ye Changsheng looked indifferent, quietly looked at the restless molten iron, and filled the erected sword fan.

His hands rested on Jian Fan's guard and swung cautiously.

In his mind, an idea as if it were substance, penetrated into the molten iron of Jian Fan, and instantly turned into thousands of threads and spread.

Under the realm of "contemplation", the direction of the extension of the sword veins in the molten iron completely follows the projection of Ye Chang's business thoughts.

In the realm of "Demon Heart Super Sense", the extended and branching sword veins are clearly presented in three dimensions.

In the realm of "Demon Heart", the most subtle details of the sword vein did not escape Ye Changsheng's detection.

In the realm of "Demon Heart Synaesthesia", those impurities that conflict with the sword body are also clearly and abruptly presented.

If Ye Changsheng's soul sea is a beginning, then from his line of sight to the sword fan, it is the main body of his thoughts, like the trunk of a big tree.

And the myriad thoughts that diffuse in the molten iron are the branches that branch out from the trunk of the tree.

From the beginning to the countless branches, everything is under control.

Ye Changsheng's gaze condensed slightly, and he instantly opened the realm of "Demon Heart Psychic".

"Buzz!"

His heart trembled at the same time, and a white ripple of energy suddenly appeared.

It was entangled with the thoughts that Ye Changsheng had released earlier, like a swimming dragon coiled around the trunk of a tree, swimming towards the other end.

Eventually, the dragon also burrowed into the molten iron, and instantly diverged, spreading towards the infinite branches.

A trace of excitement appeared in Ye Changsheng's eyes, and sure enough!

Mind is also a kind of power, and since it can be condensed and launched into a physical attack, then of course it can also penetrate this power into the molten iron that is solidifying.

This is the existence and non-existence of each other.

Ye Changsheng used the mysteries in the realm to wrap a trace of energy around his mind, thus penetrating into the molten iron.

This is the interweaving of spirit and feeling.

With the energy infused into the molten iron, he was able to accomplish many things that were previously unimaginable.

Ye Changsheng's mind turned, and the energy network that invaded the molten iron trembled slightly, and those impurities and harmful substances were squeezed out one after another, moving outward, and finally being squeezed to the outermost part of the molten iron.

His mind turned again, and the original energy network was attributeless, and instantly turned into a fire attribute.

With the intervention of his body's energy, the restless molten iron suddenly returned to quiet, and the energy in the molten iron reached a delicate balance.

Under Ye Changsheng's energy intervention, the sword veins in the molten iron continued to extend and fork, and the originally meager fire attribute energy also spread out evenly, swimming away with the extension of the sword veins.

It is well known that among the nine smelting of sword forging materials, the spirit possession stage is the most difficult.

The reason why the spirit is important is because only when sufficient energy is integrated into the material and the energy remains the most active, can the energy gradually penetrate into the sword vein by virtue of its own spirituality when forging the sword.

And the distribution of spiritual energy in the sword vein directly determines the strength and disadvantage of a sword.

This principle is like dyeing cloth, if the dye is not enough, then it will not be able to dye the whole cloth, if the dye is not permeable, then the color dyed will definitely not be uniform and natural.

Once there is a problem with the prepared dye, then no matter how skilled the dyeing master is, I am afraid that he will not be able to dye a good cloth.

However, if the master who dyes the cloth can provide the dye himself and can control the diffusion of the dye, then he can completely make up for the innate deficiency of the dye.

This is the role of "Demon Heart Psychic".

In the molten iron of the sword fan, the sword veins extended and spread all the way, solidifying all the way.

At the tip of the sword, the last sword vein was announced, and the fire attribute spiritual power also flowed in.

Ye Changsheng let go of his trembling hands, and a joyful smile appeared on his pale face.

The first attempt of "Demon Heart Psychic", although it was a little jerky, was finally completed.

"Bang!"

The iron hoops that bound Jian Fan opened one after another, and the mud fan exploded.

An extremely ugly long sword was presented in front of everyone.

The sword was so ugly, the surface was dull, and it had raised bumps, like a tumor.

Elder Lu and the others looked at this sword and couldn't help but sigh.

Even though the young hall master was extremely talented, he could not recover the innate disadvantage of the material, and this time the sword casting still failed.

Elder Lu was about to comfort the young hall master for a few words, but saw Ye Changsheng take a step forward and pick up the ugly long sword.

He looked at the long sword in his hand, and suddenly said, "60 mesh sandpaper, bring a sheet." ”

The apprentice who was waiting on the side was almost instinctive, and immediately took out a piece of 60-mesh sandpaper and handed it to Ye Changsheng.

Everyone didn't know why, but they saw Ye Changsheng wrapping the sword body with sandpaper and slowly brushing it down.

The lumps that formed on the body of the sword fell one after another.

The dull sword body suddenly bloomed with a clear brilliance after the sandpaper polishing.

Elder Lu's eyes widened, revealing incredible expressions.

The coarse sandpaper of 60 mesh can indeed add some light to the sword body, but it is by no means what they see in front of them.

The long sword in the hand of the young hall master has a bright and integrated sword body, and the brilliance is natural and transparent.

Moreover, the brilliance and the sword body are integrated, as if the light is the light that comes out from the inside of the sword body, which is clearly the quality that only a top-level long sword has.

Is it a delusion?

Or maybe in order to avoid the embarrassment of failure, the young hall master forcibly used his own energy to bless this sword with a little light?

But with the temperament of the young hall master, it seems that he is not evading failure

When Elder Lu was shocked, Ye Changsheng smiled and handed over the long sword: "Grandpa Lu, please taste!"

Elder Lu took the long sword, squinted his eyes, and observed.

The expression on his face became more and more vibrating, more agitated, and mixed with unbelievable surprise.

In the end, his eyes bloomed with fine light, and he finally let out an exclamation: "Incredible, incredible, Lingwu-level top-grade!"