"What is Ye Xiao doing here, the cold iron on the seabed has not yet melted, why should it stop melting!"

"Hmph, there are only two situations, the first is that his true yuan consumption is too great to support such a ferocious stove fire, and he gave up halfway before making such a joke, and the second situation is that he doesn't know the art of casting at all!"

Someone said coldly.

A middle-aged man's eyes lit up and he said slowly: "Maybe there is a third situation...."

"Who are you?" A woman seemed to have thought of something, her eyes widened, full of disbelief, and she immediately shook her head: "Impossible, no one can do it!"

Ye Xiao's approach naturally attracted the attention of other foundries, some of them sneered with disdain on their faces, and some of them were full of doubts.

Whoosh whoosh....

At this time, other foundries also melted the cold iron on the seabed one after another, and the melted molten iron quickly flowed into the mold along the casting table.

These models have knives, swords, guns ....

Varied.

These are the things they are best at casting, and they should tell the global Bai Xiaosheng in advance.

This link seems simple, but it is actually the most difficult.

Because a sword, a knife has requirements for its weight, size, and sharpness, how long is the best, how many is the most suitable, and how sharp is the sharpest.

One inch more is too long, one inch less is too short.

The same goes for weight sharpness.

But it is almost impossible to achieve this perfect state, one more drop of molten iron will increase the weight, and one less drop of molten iron will reduce the weight.

Increasing weight will weaken sharpness, and decreasing will increase sharpness.

Thus also affecting the dimensions of the weapon.

Therefore, the amount of molten iron should be controlled as perfectly as possible, approaching that perfect range.

Although it is difficult to achieve this perfect state, it is possible to have as many experienced casting masters as possible, not much.

Less, not much.

Therefore, every caster is staring at the mold in front of him at this time, estimating the amount of molten iron in his heart, and he does not dare to be careless.

Strictly controlled with special props.

It is possible that one more drop or one less drop will affect the quality of a weapon.

In the end, it will be a complete failure.

As the molten iron continued to flow into the mold, a handle treasure began to appear, but it appeared very rough, and it would take time for the molten iron to solidify.

Glancing at Ye Xiao, he leaned on the shelf of the casting table and drank, it seemed that he had drunk a little too much, and his body shook a little with drunken eyes.

The molten iron in front of him is flowing rapidly, and there is a feeling of being done in one go.

In an instant, the shape of a sword was formed.

It's steaming and bubbling hot.

', this Ye Xiao is really capable of pretending, from just melting the seabed cold iron to stop in advance, to now the molten iron flows into the mold and ignores it, which shows that he thinks that his melted seabed cold iron is no more and no less, and it can be a perfect weapon!'

"Yes, it's so arrogant, who does he think he is, don't you see so many casting masters carefully and honestly calculating how much molten iron is needed with props? I guess no one can do this kind of technique, I don't know what it is!"

"Hmph, I admit that his stove fire is very powerful, but what does this mean, he will definitely fail in this link, I guess maybe it will be just an ordinary sword in the end, what a waste of such a good piece of undersea cold iron!"

"How crazy it is now, how humiliating it will be in a while, I really can't wait!"

.......

Everyone's discussion of Ye Xiao seems to have not been heard, but there is a fire burning in his heart, and no one likes to listen to endless sarcasm and ridicule.

So he had to pretend to be as X's as possible to fight back.

Let them slap themselves in the face.

This is cool, this is enjoyable.

Right now, he's as crazy as he can.

The big people on the rostrum didn't speak, they were just watching quietly, while Hong Renxuan was muttering to the disciples of the Hong family, all kinds of sarcasm and ridicule.

Soon almost all the casters' molds were already formed, and the temperature was dropping.

At this time, the level of the foundry can already be seen.

Although some casters' molds are vivid, the surface is uneven, which means that there is less molten iron.

Others have too many edges and corners, too many burrs, which is caused by too much molten iron.

There are also some problems such as missing corners and chips.

And the molds of the most famous foundry, Master Liu, Master Yang, and Master Xu, are smooth and smooth, like a mirror.

Although there are slight dents, burrs.

But much less.

At this time, a banging sound sounded, and everyone followed the reputation, only to see that Ye Xiao was opening the mold and taking out the prototype of the sword inside.

Suddenly, the cold light flickered, shining brightly in the sunlight.

From the naked eye, it's hard to spot pits and burrs on it, let alone big problems like missing corners.

No matter how big the opinion of Ye Xiao is, the people who see Ye Xiao unhappy have nothing to say, so they can only shout with exclamation.

"Oh my God, he really did it, he knew in advance how much undersea cold iron needed to be melted, and then he went down the river in one go, and the prototype of a near-perfect weapon appeared, how did I feel like I wanted to kneel down and watch!"

"Yes, how can I have an illusion, it seems that it is not Ye Xiao who is standing there, but a top master in the casting world, let me worship at the top!"

Some neutral viewers have been conquered by Ye Xiao and praised Ye Xiao a lot.

And those die-hard loyalists are still unyielding.

"Hmph, how can the prototype of the weapon be perfect, everyone knows that now these two links are only casting the shape of the weapon, a top-level weapon has a spirit and a soul, this is the most important thing, so it's too early to draw conclusions!"

"That's it, now it's just a slightly sharp sword at best, and it can't gather spirits, it's a flower shelf, and it's useless!"

But no matter how noisy they were, their voices became quieter and quieter, and they knew they could do both of these things perfectly.

It proves that Ye Xiao definitely has a few brushes, even if he can't win the championship.

It's definitely not too bad.

They just said this to save face for the Hong family.

The solemn expressions of Master Liu and Master Yang and other casting masters have already surfaced everything, and there is no need to doubt it too much.

I don't know when the entire foundry square fell silent, except for the sound of the foundry trimming the rudiments of weapons.

They are removing burrs and repairing holes.

This is a very time-wasting job, and Ye Xiao is naturally the most leisurely, he waved his hand boredly at the two girls who served him on the sidelines, and shouted: "Go, get me some wine and food, I'm hungry, and I'm so uncomfortable standing Move me a stool, pinch my shoulders and beat my legs!"

The audience was stunned in one sentence, and their faces were extremely exciting.

(End of chapter)