"Brother Liu just forged nine times, and this young man can also forge nine times! Is it really my dad's dizziness that made him look away?"

He was shocked by the arrogant people, as if attracted by a magnet, but his heart, like the sea in a hurricane, began to surge.

The five big men standing behind him had completely seen their confusion by this time. For the first time, they were not arrogant beings. They were deeply conquered by the arrogant silence and colorless momentum of the common people.

Now these five people are like sculptures of the five lucky ones, standing here, holding a piece of wood and a fool, eyes and a pair of big brothers, they can be a big one!

Just when he always thought that Ao Cangsheng had been forged, an even more terrifying appearance appeared.

After completing the ninth forging, Okchansang did not dip the billets that had already begun to form into the coolant, but put them into the furnace fire again.

This action magnified the old vision, something was closing the gap, like two copper bells, staring at Ao Cangsheng in horror: "How can we make ten burns?"

"Blockade!"

The hammer of that year is still crying fast. Although Ao Cangsheng had sweat on his face, he kept smiling at the corner of his mouth.

He Lao's shock had already frozen on his face. His red eyes, unblinking, looked at Ao Cangsheng, as if he was looking at a monster.

At this point, Jane was completely skeptical of his judgment. He thought that Ao Cangsheng was not suitable for being a refinery child at all, but after watching Ao Cangsheng Refinery for so long, he always realized how ridiculous his subjective assumptions were.

Not to mention Ao Cangsheng's Han soldier quality, he was not a novice at all in pure refining techniques.

In addition, Ao Cangsheng's sweeping speed is obviously an old oil stick that has been immersed in the refinery for decades. At least as the old man thought, if he and Ao Cangsheng were combined, he would not be proud enough.

In this way, he began to doubt what Ao Cangsheng had just said, he didn't believe that Ao Cangsheng had been studying for a year.

However, if Ao Cangsheng not only studied alchemy for a year, but at his age, even if he started learning alchemy from his mother's womb, he could only learn it for more than ten years, it would be impossible for either of us.

Suppressing the shock and inexplicability in his heart, how old is God, his eyes looked at Ao Cangsheng without blinking. Now, Ao Cangsheng is the thirteenth time to forge a blank.

"Thirteen calciners!" When I thought of this, He Lao's fine-tuning didn't seem to be high, and I couldn't help but tremble: "Is he all human?"

After the thirteenth forging, Okusang wiped a little sweat from his forehead and dipped the formed sword in coolant.

"Sigh"!

The white spirit of a bureau began to drown in the ears of the public as it wore its youngest son, Sharp. When one sees the longsword box again, the longsword has changed from red to silver.

The white pieces dispersed, and although the fire was still there, the situation on the sword was so cold that it immediately struck the hearts of the people.

At this moment, one can't help but have a delusion. At present, this sword seems to have turned into a poisonous snake with a poisonous letter, or into a bloody claw with a dancing demon, and people shudder to see it.

With such a natural meaning, Liu Qinghao just made a box of swords, and it was cold several times.

At the moment when Ren Amin's heart trembled, a heavy pressure suddenly calmed down shamelessly from Ren Amin's head. Under this pressure, mixed with a strong sense of destruction, is this wrong, or must it be suffocated among the people?

Feeling the pressure of fear, everyone felt a black light flickering in front of them. The next moment, the black flame ignited, and suddenly the arrogant Cangsheng right hand burned and jumped.

The black flame is like an eye, dancing in the right hand of the proud man and in the eyes of the little boy. Looks like six anims.

Just as I was looking for trouble, I saw Ao Cangsheng's brother, the box of silver swords, slowly walking towards me.

At this moment, the color of the sword seemed to be the same again, from the richest white to the crystal clear white.

He is like a noble and arrogant dream jade, exuding dazzling light. Like a nine-day molecule in the world, he sings a drunken song.

"What, I've finished refining, please help me see!" Ao Cangsheng smiled like a face, looking at the old words indifferently.

Liu Qinghao looked at the box of swords like ice water and snow. His eyes sparkled with excitement and his mouth filled with an exciting smile.

As for the five big men, the box of writhing Han soldiers looked stiffly at the proud Sheng Shou, barely dropping his chin to his toes.

"Ann!" Hearing Ao Cangsheng's voice, Lao He woke up like a dream. He looked at Ao Cangsheng in amazement, and saw that time passed quickly from the box of the longsword.

He lightly touched the box of snow-like swords with his fingers, and the cold water was on the swords, breathing in the cold and gloomy air, which made his vast heart jump and begin to slowly calm down.

He always touched the sword with one hand, and always talked to me excitedly, as if he had touched the son of a new gentleman, and lived a life.

"Good sword...... It's perfect! What a sword!" his eyes gradually burned as his old mood slowly calmed down.

"Although he is a second-class natural Han soldier, the standard for making this box of swords is earlier than that of a third-class Han soldier! Of course, there is another thing that is commendable is that the method of instilling the Han soul can be said to be perfect, that is, ......!

Here, in his lucky eyes, a path of shame flashed to him?

For decades, less than 20 people in the Tang Dynasty thought they would give him a refinery.

But now, a teenager, in just two and a half hours, has produced a box of Han soldiers with second-class talents.

Of course, this is not the oldest trembling fear. The oldest trembling fears are the pure refining of ghost thoughts, the rare Han Soul Mark, and the way the Han Soul Mark works like a ghostly axe.

This was a shocking thing, like thunder and lightning, thrown in front of He Lao's eyes, and his problem was a little dizzy.

He Lao summed up the whole thing, a total of 10 points. That's talent.

Genius stuff simply can't be relied upon, worse is worse. It's the equivalent of a little monk who has been practicing hard all his life, becoming a party, a chattering figure.

But some monks have been practicing all their lives. It's an insignificant little man. At most, he is stronger than before. He must be stronger than before.

Long, beneficial veins need to be breathed. This time, he solemnly turned his gaze to the proud old man. In his eyes, he was neither shocked nor ashamed. On the contrary, he did a lot of admiration and deep joy.

"Brother, how old are you this year?" he asked calmly, looking at Ao Cangsheng with kind eyes.

The arrogant common people are indifferent to what old vision, not modest, not arrogant, not silent.

"15 years old!" said proudly and palely, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, like the brightest sunshine, which makes people feel relaxed.

"What's your name?" he asked again.

When he said this, he smiled, and a quick winner flashed in his eyes. Just now, he was too lazy to listen to his name, because he didn't value his own arrogance. Either way, he would be kicked out of the house by Han Tianfu and asked if he didn't ask his name.