In the furnace, a white column of air rose into the sky.

The clouds spread over the furnace, and when they reach the roof, they flow back like a tidal current blocked by the coast.

As the clouds became thicker, wave-like ripples appeared, and the sound of rumbling tides sounded in the air.

The masters were dazzled, smiling and nodding, while the little prince Zuo Ciyun, who was observing for the first time, stared at him incredibly, and his open mouth was enough to stuff an egg.

Fang Wuxian, who accompanied him, explained in a low voice: "Your Highness, when he possessed the spirit for the second time, Ye Changsheng chose the spirituality of the ancient bird of prey Shengyu, and the sea tide vision in front of him was brought about by the release of Shengyu's spirituality. ”

Zuo Ciyun looked at the surging tide intently, nodded, and his face was abrupt.

He was amazed that the tide seemed to be soothing, spreading only above the furnace, and all around, as if there were invisible barriers confining them there.

In front of the furnace, Ye Changsheng had already stood up and came to a spar slab inlaid with many buttons, personally controlling the temperature and the amplitude of the shaking of the molten iron in the furnace.

In the misty vapor, the molten iron, which had turned white, swirled into a viscous whirlpool.

The whirlpool rose several times and fell several times, and each time it fell, the fog became even worse.

The last time, the whirlpool slowly rose from the crucible again, but never fell, but twisted in the air and gradually flew out from above the furnace.

The molten iron changed shape in the air, sometimes like a flying bird, sometimes like a hovering dragon, and gradually began to emit a crystal white light.

In Zuo Ciyun's shocked sight, the molten iron of the changing shape flew in front of the furnace ding, and with a snort, it fell into the sword fan that had been prepared for a long time.

Ye Changsheng was already standing in front of Jian Fan, grabbing the handle with both hands and turning the chassis of Jian Fan.

When the most critical moment came, the swordsmiths stepped forward one after another, looking at Jian Fan nervously and expectantly.

The second possession is successful, and this legendary-level long sword is already half successful, but the molten iron will release a large amount of energy in the process of cooling.

Once it is not well controlled, various flaws will appear in the solidified sword body, and even worse, the sword body will explode directly.

Explosions will naturally not appear on Ye Changsheng's body, but the possibility of flaws still exists.

At this time, Ye Changsheng already had no external objects in his heart, and his mind and thoughts were all projected into the molten iron in the sword fan.

Contemplation is formed, and it is turned on!

Magic Heart Synaesthesia, on!

Demon Heart Psychic, open!

The idea of flying into the molten iron spread into a net, and the water attribute spiritual power released by Ye Changsheng also spread.

The molten iron cooled rapidly, the sword veins extended rapidly, and everything was under Ye Changsheng's control.

The speed of the chassis is getting faster and faster, and the angle of tilt of the sword fan is getting bigger and bigger, as if it will tip at any moment.

Fang Wuxian whispered in the prince's ear again: "Your Highness, by controlling the rotation of the chassis, Ye Changsheng can fully spread the spirituality of the material without causing siltation, and the formation of the sword vein is also related to this." ”

This is very layman's, and if he said it, he didn't say it, but Zuo Ciyun still listened to it with relish.

For the first time, he sincerely felt that the sword casting was so magical, and it was no worse than refining a weapon!

As if he had discovered something, Zuo Ciyun said curiously: "Fang Companion, this sword fan seems to be very high. ”

Fang Wuxian glanced at it, only then did he realize that sure enough, the sword in front of Ye Changsheng was very high, almost catching up with Ye Changsheng's height.

He didn't know what to explain, so he had to say: "It's probably the Cloud Dragon Sword designed by Ye Changsheng, and the sword body is very high." ”

Zuo Ciyun nodded again, already looking forward to the moment when the sword was completed.

He didn't wait too long, and after a stick of incense, Ye Changsheng's movements finally stopped.

The chassis slowly stopped spinning, and the tilted sword fan stood up again, shrouded in white mist.

Ye Changsheng's face turned pale, he took a step back, and said in a deep voice: "Open the sword fan!"

The two swordsmiths hurriedly responded, walked forward quickly, and removed the iron hoops fixed to the sword model one by one.

Then the two stepped back to the side and looked curiously at Jian Fan.

This sword model was made by Ye Changsheng temporarily, and they didn't know exactly what kind of shape it was.

They've been itching before, but now they're finally visible.

Ye Changsheng stepped forward and patted his palm lightly on the dry fan mud.

A clicking sound sounded, and the mud layer of Jian Fan cracked, and the crack quickly spread.

Crash!

The mud fell down, and a moon-white long sword came into everyone's eyes.

Ye Changsheng grabbed the hilt of his sword and raised his sword in the air.

On the slender hilt of the sword, there is a five-clawed golden dragon!

The giant dragon hovering upward, with its teeth and claws, an open dragon claw, just poked out to the part of the sword grid, as if it was holding the sword body.

The wide blade of the sword has become white and transparent, like crystals, and like ice carvings.

The white light on the sword body flowed, faintly flooding with cloud patterns and dragon patterns, and then an ethereal cold aura filled the air.

Everyone couldn't help but be amazed, and Zuo Ciyun was even more excited: "Cloud Dragon Sword, it's really Cloud Dragon!"

As soon as his words fell, a change abruptly appeared.

"Buzz!"

The Cloud Dragon Sword trembled for a moment, the clouds and mist evaporated, and in the middle of the sword, a brilliant white light bloomed.

In the clouds and mist, the dragon on the hilt of the sword seemed to come to life, and what its dragon claws grasped was no longer a wide sword body, but a glowing pearl!

Liu Bufan suddenly said excitedly: "I know, there must be a circuit of the sword vein in the position of the sword body, so the light of the pearl will appear!"

Everyone nodded in amazement.

It is easier said than done, and everyone understands the truth, but they don't know anything about how Ye Changsheng did it.

The reason why Ye Changsheng is a genius and the reason why he is the youngest sword-forging master in the Federation is not because of his unpredictable sword-casting methods, as well as his imaginative sword-casting techniques?

Although they didn't get a sneak peek into the secrets they wanted to peep into, it was worth the trip to witness the birth of such a sword!

It's just a pity that this is the Royal Military Bureau, the notes of the immortal sword, and they probably didn't have the chance to see it.

They can't see it, but the swordsmiths of the Royal Arsenal can see it.

The swordsmiths all looked happy, looking at the big sword in Ye Changsheng's hand dizzily.

This cloud dragon sword is to be presented to Your Majesty at the enthronement ceremony, and the five-clawed golden dragon on the sword is naturally Your Majesty.

The pearl clasped by the dragon's claw does not mean that the true dragon is the son of heaven, who is in charge of the world.

In charge of the world, what could be more in His Majesty's mind than these four words?

As long as they hurry up and finish the final decoration work, this sword will bloom with even more brilliance and become a classic and glory for the entire Royal Military Bureau!

In anticipation, Ye Changsheng withdrew the injected spiritual power, held the long sword horizontally with both hands, and said loudly: "Legendary-level inferior grade, Cloud Dragon Sword, casting successfully!"