Qin Feng is tall, with slender arms, a pair of large hands covered with thick calluses, and broad and flexible knuckles, and he is naturally good at holding swords.

His long tan hair, curly and damp, was dark, his cheeks were thin, and his chin was cold and hard, like a hard marble.

Underneath the two thick eyebrows are a pair of cold and deep eyes, and in the calm depth, there seems to be a surging dark tide brewing, which makes people feel a trace of danger.

He stood condescendingly in a ragged linen robe, like a reef that had been battered by countless waves and stood tall and full of holes.

A trace of bloody breath penetrated Ye Changsheng's nostrils.

Ye Changsheng was surprised: "Are you injured?!"

Qin Feng looked at Ye Changsheng: "I've heard of you and seen your sword, so I'm here." ”

Ye Changsheng looked at the wide long sword in Qin Feng's hand, nodded and said, "You won't come for nothing." ”

Qin Feng couldn't help but ask, "You haven't looked at my sword yet, so you're so sure?"

Ye Changsheng smiled faintly: "Let's go, your sword is also injured." With that, he walked towards the gate of the Sword Hall.

Qin Feng stood solemnly for a moment, and finally took a step and followed.

Ye Changsheng heard Qin Feng's footsteps and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, with a happy smile on his face.

The world pursues the Mochou sword, the magic bell is amazed by the rebirth of the magic sword, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can't put down the Jinchuan sword, they actually don't understand the sword.

But Qin Feng understood.

If you don't go crazy, you can't live, and the pursuit of swordsmanship by sword cultivators is unimaginable to the world.

It is precisely because of their persistence that they really understand the sword, and they have become the most demanding group for the sword.

It is difficult for a swordsmith to be recognized by the world, and it is even more difficult to be recognized by a sword cultivator.

However, once recognized, the swordsmith is a true swordsmith.

For Wen Jiantang, Qin Feng did not represent one person, but a huge group.

This group includes not only sword cultivators, but also cultivation sects, as well as all cultivators in the Tianxuan Continent!

The hall was brightly lit, and the elites of the Asking Sword Hall gathered together and solemnly saluted Qin Feng.

Ye Changsheng held the heavy broad-bladed long sword, and the blade of the sword slowly pulled out of the shark skin scabbard.

A bloody aura spread in an instant, and even with Ye Changsheng's powerful concentration, under the stimulation of that tyrannical aura, he couldn't help but be frightened.

It's a sword that kills.

Under Qin Feng's raised eyebrows, his eyes couldn't help but condense, revealing a look of surprise.

Ye Changsheng held the sword and drew the sword, his movements and aura were like flowing water, without any sense of disobedience.

Such a high affinity and fit even made Qin Feng suspect that Ye Changsheng had come into contact with this sword before.

But he knew that this could not be, this sword had been passed down for three generations, and it was passed into his hands when he was eight years old, and he had been wearing it for twenty years.

Twenty years ago, Ye Changsheng was not born yet.

Then there is only one possibility, this young swordsmith who does not talk is also a master of using swords!

At this moment, Ye Changsheng said loudly: "The one-handed broadsword, weighing eighty-two catties and six taels, is five feet and three inches long, the main material of the sword casting is Shendao Peak Tieying, and the quality is trial-level medium grade." The sword was formed three hundred years ago, after four generations of swordsmen, the sword spirit was first formed, and it is estimated that the time for the sword spirit to be formed will not exceed two years. ”

Qin Feng's face was expressionless, and he nodded in a slightly invisible arc.

The elites of the Asking Sword Hall were shocked and boiling.

Trial-level mid-grade, four generations of cultivation, and cultivation of sword spirits!

If it weren't for the formality, they would have been eager to run over and take a closer look at the sword up and down.

If you can, it's a good idea to let them study for a while.

Elder Lu can swear to the heavens, as long as he is allowed to study this sword for three months, no, one month, his sword-forging skills will be qualitatively improved!

With a pop, the long sword returned to the sword sheath and handed it back to Qin Feng.

Ye Changsheng said with a straight face: "Not long ago, the sword body of this sword was damaged, and the sword spirit was damaged, even if Your Excellency didn't have to look for me, after three years, the sword spirit and sword body would automatically recover." ”

Three hundred years of cultivation, the swordsmen's hard work, mental power, and faith have all been poured into this sword, which has long changed the texture and spirituality of this sword.

In particular, the existence of the sword spirit has already made this sword reborn and has the ability to repair itself.

As long as the sword body is not fatally hit, as long as the sword spirit is not completely strangled, this sword will be passed on.

Theoretically, the sword with the sword spirit is immortal and indestructible!

The corners of Qin Feng's eyes jumped, and Mu Ran shook his head: "I can't wait that long." ”

"The difficulty of repairing is greater than that of heavy casting, and there will be certain risks, I hope you can understand. Ye Changsheng is colored.

Although he strongly wanted to get this order, there were some things that he could not help but say.

It's respect for a swordsman, but also for himself.

Qin Feng was silent for a moment and asked, "Is the cost very high?"

Ye Changsheng said unequivocally: "Very high." ”

"Give me a name and I'll help you kill someone!"

"You can stay and help me train my samurai for three months. ”

"I don't give me a sword, and I don't want to mislead people's children," Qin Feng shook his head, "Give me a name." ”

"Iron Sword Gate, Grand Administrator!"

Qin Feng recited it silently, turned around and strode away.

Seeing Qin Feng's back disappear, Ye Changsheng shook his head regretfully, how good it would be if he could be left behind.

He turned to look at Ma Liming and Elder Lu: "The No. 1 Sword Casting Room will be vacated as soon as possible, and when the casting plan comes out, Elder Lu will make overall arrangements for the personnel and materials!"

"Yes!" the crowd was thrilled and bowed at the same time.

After everyone left, An Zhisu wore a wide robe and walked in unhurriedly.

Ye Changsheng, who was sitting on the sword chair and pondering, hurriedly stood up and saluted respectfully.

On the night of the Iron Flower, the incident happened suddenly, and his disappearance left these people in the General Association of Alchemists behind.

Whatever the reason, it is indeed a faux pas.

An Zhisu waved his hand and said, "That's it, the old man already knows what happened, so it's okay for you to be fine." ”

With the status and identity of An Shi, and in front of his nose, this kind of thing can't be hidden if he wants to, so on the night of the incident, Fang Wuxian had already explained to An Zhisu.

An Zhisu said slowly: "The old man is looking for you this time, I hope that when you repair the sword, the old man can also be there!"

Ye Changsheng hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "The Spirit Gathering Array that controls the furnace ding will be handed over to the seniors." ”

An Zhisu nodded with satisfaction: "The protagonist of the negotiation is Deputy Envoy Zhang Yuanyi, this person is greedy for money and lustful, it should not be difficult for you to get it." Also, our bottom line is 24 million taels. ”

Ye Changsheng was stunned for a moment, and bowed again.

An Zhisu smiled tacitly, turned around and left leisurely.

After An Zhisu left, Ye Changsheng wrote a letter and sent someone to send it to White Tiger Villa overnight.

Matters such as power trading and banquet negotiations can only be entrusted to the eight-sided exquisite Bai family, not the Zi family.

In the dead of night, in the study, Ye Changshang made a move and entered the Jiluo realm.

Sitting cross-legged in the space of the prayer wheel, he held the magic light flying sword in one hand and the black carving knife in the other, and sensed it carefully.

(End of chapter)