Wen Fan walked around the room, in addition to the burning casting furnace, there were many half-finished weapon blanks stacked in the corner of the wall, mostly between good and high-quality. Iron, copper, tin, lead, and ore were scattered everywhere on the ground, and in a vat on the ground lay some various hides made of nitrate.

At this time, there was a long knife that had been hammered out of shape in the casting furnace and was burned red, although Wen Fan had never gone through this way, but at this time he was very curious, picked up a fire tong and pulled it out, and easily operated a casting hammer, put the red long knife on the forging table and tried to hammer it.

At the beginning, Wen Fan didn't know the essentials, either light or heavy, or smashed off, but the more Wen Fan played, the happier he became, and after more than an hour of repeated hammering, he gradually became handy.

Wen Fan once again put the red-hot long knife into the pool next to him, and with a snort, a puff of white smoke rose. Wen Fan waited for the temperature of the long knife to slowly drop, and flicked the blade with his hand, and the steel edge was excellent.

Wen Fan slowly infiltrated the gold element into the blade, and the blade gradually changed, and the dull blade appeared shiny, and the luster became stronger and stronger.

When Wen Fan's golden element could no longer penetrate the knife body, Wen Fan slowly stroked the knife body, and the moment the palm of his hand left the knife body, there was a buzz, and the long knife was full of light, as if it was emitting a dragon roar.

The sound of the long knife was so clear that the old drunkard who was sleeping on the ground jumped more than three feet high as if he had been struck by lightning.

"Who!

Mo Tiexin didn't look at Wen Fan, the wind rushed out of the room, and the moment he rushed out of the room, he was suddenly stunned, his body trembled, and his eyes were full of shock and disbelief when he turned his head.

The sound of the long knife here was not only heard by the old drunkard Mo Tiexin, but also as many as five people rushed out of the other rooms at the same time.

All had surprises in their eyes and asked each other questions.

"Who is it? Who has succeeded in creating the best weapon?"

The old drunkard Mo Tiexin was still standing at the door, looking back at the moon in a perfect and tense posture.

Seeing Mo Tiexin's expression, the other few people who rushed out were relieved, and Lao Mo had such a chance of success.

"Haha, Mo Lao, congratulations! Another superb! It seems that among the six of us, Mo Lao is the most profound. ”

"Boy, you're a blacksmith too! And you're a top craftsman! You're so young!

Mo Lao's voice trembled, and his complexion turned from white to red, and then from red to purple.

The other five people also noticed something strange, and gathered around, and when they saw Wen Fan, who was holding a long knife and looking innocent, their eyes were like copper bells.

"Hey, hey, hey, hello everyone, I'm really a little nervous with so many people looking at me. That, everyone is a peer, in fact, I'm also a blacksmith, hehe......"

"Why don't you speak, what's the point of just staring at this broken knife, do you want it? Then I'll give it to you!"

These people were all stunned, and Wen Fan casually threw the long knife at a few people. A few people came to their senses at this time, Mo Tiexin hurriedly took the long knife, and several people gathered in a group, watching carefully, and let out exclamations from time to time.

"Sizzle, it is really a work of heaven and man, although the blade is oblique, there is a sense of discordant beauty, the blade is ordinary but shows its simple atmosphere!"

"Otherwise, the old man thinks that although this knife is simple in shape, it is extremely sharp! The blunt back of the knife makes it more of a heavy weapon in the knife! Although this knife is only a first-order superlative, it seems that there is still the possibility of advancement, and the old man will finally have an epiphany!"

Wen Fan stood by and watched a few old men arguing excitedly, very helpless, isn't it just a broken knife, as for this virtue?

"A broken knife, look at your excitement, just such a knife, my master doesn't know how to throw out hundreds of them a year, you really pee out a golden bean, as a treasure. ”

Wen Fan had had enough, and remembered that Lu Jiujin was still waiting outside, and he should also go back to the Martial Arts Academy. It's too late to go back, and I don't know what the Great Elder will do.

"No, you can't go!" shouted the old men almost in unison.

"Can't you go? I can leave if I want, do you want to forcibly kidnap me? Tell you that I have a backstage! I've heard of the Martial Saint Academy, hehe!"

"Oh...... Hehe, that's easy, you don't have to leave tonight!" Several old men actually looked at each other and smiled, and then stared at Wen Fan like a wolf that had been hungry for three days and saw a fat sheep.

"That, Sixth Brother, you send someone to go to the Martial Saint Academy with that fat man outside, tell Elder Zhuang, and say that his people will stay with me for a few days, so he doesn't have to worry about it. ”

"Well, I know, Boss Mo, we have found a treasure wow, hahaha!"

Wen Fan's face turned blue, what's the matter, why do you want to stay for a few days, this group of old men still knows those old men of the Martial Saint Academy. However, it may be a good thing not to go back, and the experience that the Great Elder said may not be very fun.

"Wow, if you don't go, you won't go, but I'm sleepy, I want to sleep!"

"Sleep, you still want to sleep, if you don't make it clear, it's absolutely impossible to let you sleep!"

Several old men rubbed their hands, bulging the strong muscles on their bodies, and they really couldn't tell that this was the body of a group of old men.

"Okay, my name is Wen Fan, seventeen years old, male, female-hobby, a new student of the Martial Saint Academy, the peak of the late eighth layer of the two poles, and I am still a little blacksmith!

Dead silence again.

"Sixth, send someone to the Martial Saint Academy again, and tell Old Man Zhuang that I will give him three fifth-order best weapons, this kid named Wen Fan, I want it!"

Wen Fan was completely speechless, always dealing with a group of old men, in such a circle, I am afraid that there will be no major events in the future.

"Hehe, this, Wen Fan, I was drunk and fell asleep just now, and I didn't see anything, but this long knife is a half-finished product that I fought before, how did you do it in such a short time? ”

It seems that it is not possible to satisfy these old guys, so let you see how simple it is to be born with the best weapons!

"That hairless old man, yes, that's you, you pull the bellows, what kind of eyes do you stare at! And the one who wears pants and half-stretches his cheeks, see that you are the youngest, you use a casting hammer to help me forge it. ”

Hey, these old men didn't even dare to get angry, and they acted according to Wen Fan's words.

Forging, quenching, forging, and quenching, after the help of several old men, Wen Fan's second weapon is finally fresh again.

This time it was a seven-foot long sword, Wen Fan's expression was serious, this time, several old men used water, animal urine and animal oil in the process of quenching many times, and the rigidity and toughness of this long sword surpassed the long knife just now.

"Ladies and gentlemen, keep your eyes open!"