Ye Changsheng was so excited that he didn't have time to think about the relationship between the three, so he took out a charcoal pen and notebook and quickly sketched them.

In fact, at his level, just by looking at it, the size, proportions, texture of the sword body, and all the details of the appearance were imprinted in his mind, far more accurate than what he wrote and drew in his hand.

However, recording and drawing are one of the essential skills of a swordsmith, one can deepen the impression, and the other is that the swordsmith can focus on other important points after accurate recording.

Therefore, the other masters also took out their pen and paper, and for a while, in the secret room, there was only the sound of charcoal brushing across the page.

Turning in circles, stretching his neck, after a while, there were more than a dozen sketches and notes on the notes of each swordsmith.

Mu Qingke looked at this scene with a smile, for him, this scene in front of him was simply the supreme enjoyment, and the taste in it was not enough for outsiders.

In fact, three days is still a bit tight to appreciate a god-refining level long sword, and there are so many people.

However, Mu Qingke was also helpless, in the divine refining level long sword, the spirituality carried a divine aura, and once this aura escaped, everyone present would be unlucky.

Moreover, the spirituality in the sword body is extremely keen, equivalent to a living life, and any interference from the outside world may cause the vigilance of the sword body.

So three days is already the limit.

After everyone finished looking at the appearance, the old manager, who had been silent, stepped forward and hit several handprints on the black stone pillar one after another.

The mist of light rose, and his two large handprints were on the transparent glass cover, leaving two clear palm prints.

The light and shadow changed, and the glass cover made a crisp click.

The boss gently picked up the glass cover and gently loosened it to the side.

The transparent glass cover slowly floated outward, suspended in mid-air and came to a standstill.

Many sword-casting masters looked at each other in amazement, but Ye Changsheng knew that this glass cover was actually made of different materials with wind attributes.

Its function is not only to cover this Divine Refining Grade Long Sword, but the most important function is actually to escape with the Divine Refining Grade Long Sword when the alarm is triggered.

As for where he would flee, Ye Changsheng had secretly observed the entire secret room, but he did not find any mystery in it.

If he'd guessed correctly, there was supposed to be a hidden space in the chamber, but it was cleverly folded.

At the beginning, Ye Changsheng accompanied Lord Shenjian to open the treasure of the Shura Gate, and another big gain was to activate part of the memory of the Wuji Demon Venerable and obtain a large amount of knowledge of formation science.

In fact, this knowledge has always existed, as long as Ye Changsheng carefully searches for his memory, he will definitely be able to find it, but even if he finds it, without physical objects as a reference, those formation patterns are just some broken and fragmented fragments, which are not of much use at all.

But on the way to open the treasure of the Shura Sect, Ye Changsheng encountered one prohibition and mechanism after another, some of which were arranged by the Wuji Demon Venerable himself, and some were arranged by the disciples of the Shura Sect back then.

It was with such an opportunity for actual combat that the fragments in the memory of the Infinite Demon Venerable became orderly and related to each other, thus absorbing and digesting a part of them by Ye Changsheng.

If it weren't for that, Ye Changsheng would not be much more clever than the masters present, or even far inferior.

A cold air unique to weapons spread in the secret room, which lifted everyone's spirits.

Ye Changsheng also put away his thoughts and looked at the ancient sword intently.

Sting!

Luo Xin, the sword-forging master of the Principality of Hualin, couldn't help but stretch out his hand for a while, but he didn't expect a sharp sword to fly out, directly cutting a bloody hole on his palm.

The old manager instantly waved his hand to catch the blood that was about to be spilled, and the other hand released a wave of energy, sealing Master Luo Xin's bleeding wound.

Master Luo Xin's face was ashamed, he was so excited just now that he almost forgot the president's previous instructions.

None of them can get started until the boss has done it.

The others all had a look on their faces, they never expected that the spirituality of this sword was so keen, and Luo Xin's outstretched hand was still some distance away, but it was still regarded as a hostile move by this sword.

Fortunately, it was just a sword wound, a minor injury.

Only Ye Changsheng and Zeng Xiangyang showed solemn expressions, if it weren't for the boss's timely move, I am afraid that one of Master Luo Xin's arms would not be able to be saved!

Sure enough, the old manager performed his exercises with a solemn expression, Luo Xin's face turned pale, and he watched a trace of silver cold air slowly come out of the wound in his palm.

"The power of the moonlight?!" Zeng Xiangyang sensed the aura emitted by the cold air, and couldn't help but be moved.

The old manager glanced at Zeng Xiangyang in surprise, as if he didn't expect that a sword-forging master would be able to recognize this kind of energy.

Mu Qingke explained: "Elder Zeng is from the Star Moon Sect, and the Star Moon Sect has many cultivation methods, absorbing the power of the stars and the power of the moon in the starry sky. ”

The old manager couldn't help but suddenly, wrapped in the power of the moon, as well as the blood stains spilled by Luo Xin, and walked out.

Mu Qingke stepped forward, looked at the long sword placed horizontally on the stand, and said solemnly: "Since Elder Zeng mentioned it before, the old man is not selling Guanzi, this sword was inherited in ancient times, and the casting record is no longer verifiable, but according to Fengcheng's years of research, one of the runes on the hilt of the sword is the meaning of Wangshu, so this sword is called Wangshu!"

Everyone nodded their heads in surprise.

In ancient mythology, the sun and moon crossed the sky, all controlled by gods.

The god who controls the sun is called Xihe, and the god who controls the moon is called Wangshu.

Since this Divine Refining Grade Long Sword contains the power of the moon from the moon, it is appropriate to name it Wangshu.

Ye Changsheng stared at the hilt of Wangshu Sword, but his heart was shaken.

In fact, when the breath of this sword poured out, he had already guessed that this sword was related to Fengcheng.

The method of maintaining the ancient sword of the Ye family in Fengcheng is a secret that cannot be known to outsiders, but Ye Changsheng knows.

My father had used the same method and the same formula to maintain an ancient sword, so even if there was a trace of the maintenance breath left in the Wangshu Sword, it could be captured by Ye Changsheng.

What does that rune mean Wangshu?

So, Maple City has cracked some mysterious runes?

Because of this, the value of the four elders of Nanfeng, who had been imprisoned by them for twenty years, was greatly reduced, so the Demon Gate was able to use their means to rescue them?

Looks like I'm going to have to hurry.

From this sword, he couldn't find the true meaning of the runes at all, and he didn't have this opportunity anymore, Ye Changsheng could only hope for that mysterious valley.

The old manager went and returned, and under the expectant gaze of the masters, he slowly grabbed the hilt of the Wangshu Sword and slowly removed it from the stand.

The next moment, Wangshu Sword shined brightly.