In terms of the speed of forging the sword alone, Ye Changsheng was solemn.

Not only is the speed fast, but every step of Ye Changsheng's sword forging is outrageously simple, and there are hardly any complicated movements.

However, it is not who has the fastest sword casting speed to win the game, and in the end, it still depends on the quality of the sword.

The onlookers were talking, and some people with good deeds asked Mu Qingke softly how to evaluate Ye Changsheng's sword-forging skills.

Mu Qingke snorted coldly: "Frivolous!"

Many people nodded thoughtfully, Ye Changsheng's performance was indeed too careless.

Maybe he knew that he couldn't win at all, so he simply pursued a free and easy, or found a little comfort in the speed of forging the sword.

But no matter what, this competition will determine the careers of the two swordsmiths, and Ye Changsheng should be more cautious.

The voices of everyone chattering kept coming, and Ye Changsheng was sitting in a wheelchair, his hands still on the sword fan, combing the sword veins.

Because it is synthesized and cast many times, the final sword cast as a whole is inverted, with the hilt at the bottom and the tip at the top.

In this way, Ye Changsheng could more easily adjust the edges on the tip of the sword, and the difference in its softness and hardness was nothing more than a question of who had more and less copper, lead, tin, and charcoal.

Although there were many swordsmiths present who could see what Ye Changsheng was doing, they couldn't know how Ye Changsheng did it.

Even Liu Bufan, who assisted Ye Changsheng in forging swords in the whole city, couldn't see that they were famous, in fact, they were also a little panicked in their hearts, and they also felt that Ye Changsheng's process of forging swords was too smooth, and they were a little careless.

Probably only the three people from the Ye family in Maple City really understood Ye Changsheng's methods.

The talent of the divine refining bloodline is to penetrate into the world of the sword body through powerful spiritual power, observe a sword from a microscopic perspective, and even change a sword.

Even if the talent of this inheritance is not high, it is far from being something that other swordsmiths can achieve through acquired efforts.

It is precisely because of such a powerful talent that the descendants of the divine refining bloodline have never been eliminated in the course of thousands of years of history, and firmly control the world of the swordsmith.

This kind of talent is also the secret of Fengcheng, outsiders naturally can't understand it, if they understand it, Ye Changsheng's identity will not be so controversial.

In the midst of everyone's discussions, Ye Changsheng's eyes were slightly raised, his hands were removed from the sword fan, and the last copper water had solidified into the tip of the sword, flashing with a green luster.

Sledgehammer hurriedly took out a bottle of elixir, took out two and handed them over.

Ye Changsheng took the pill and leaned back in his chair, anyone could see the exhaustion and prostration that he couldn't hide.

Think about it, a sword of clothes, countless details, to sort out these details in just half a day, and realize them one by one, the energy consumed can be imagined.

It's like a student working on a propositional essay, which is subject to many restrictions at the beginning, but it is not as easy as freelance writing.

Thinking about it like this, the people on the sidelines didn't think Ye Changsheng was frivolous.

From beginning to end, Zhuang Zheng was immersed in his own world, and he would not feel impetuous, let alone be restless because Ye Changsheng had completed the sword casting first, let alone be restless because of the discussions of others.

His gaze was always on the roaring furnace, and the orders were incomparably calm, and the steps were incomparably clear, step by step, at his own pace, advancing the process of forging the sword.

However, Master Zhuang's heart is far less calm than it seems.

Although he didn't deliberately look at it, he knew every step of Ye Changsheng.

In fact, at his level, the idea is no longer important, but the details are the most important.

In his opinion, Ye Changsheng's every step is impeccable, and there is no mistake in every detail, which can be described as smooth.

Put yourself in her shoes and was solemnly shocked to find that even if you follow Ye Changsheng's ideas, you may not be as good as Ye Changsheng.

Of course, on a false reality, one can also build strong self-confidence.

Ye Changsheng must have miscalculated in some places, or he couldn't even calculate clearly, so no matter how high and perfect his completion was, it was based on mistakes.

Then when this sword is finally cast, there will inevitably be flaws and deviations of one kind or another, and even if the process is perfect, it will be completely meaningless.

But no matter what, Zhuang Zheng actually had a trace of appreciation for Ye Changsheng.

He had heard a lot of rumors about Ye Changsheng before, and most of these rumors were negative.

In his impression, Ye Changsheng is a person who has been shaped by current events, a guy who sells his reputation and is full of vanity.

However, seeing is believing, no matter what the final result is, Ye Changsheng's concentration, calmness, and self-confidence when casting the sword have convinced him that Ye Changsheng has real skills and is worthy of the name of genius.

To destroy such a promising genius boy with his own hands, his solemn mood was a little heavy, no matter how arrogant and rude Ye Changsheng was, he should not be punished so severely.

Staying away from the career he loves for the rest of his life, solemn can't imagine how painful it must be.

However, the teacher wants to take him and punish him for his offense, and solemnity can do nothing about it.

With a secret sigh, he solemnly stopped the swing of the sword fan and took a step back.

It was already dusk, and his sword was complete.

When the time came for the victory to be revealed, the crowd surged forward, waiting for the two sword fans to be opened.

Chen Laoji didn't want to be the arbiter, so he just shook his head and smiled in the face of Mu Qingke's invitation, but the latter didn't care, and strode towards the pool with a few high-level members of the Sword Forger Guild.

Under the supervision of everyone, the two sword models were opened, and the swordsmiths on both sides took out the cast bronze swords and quickly polished the surface.

Of course, if in practice, the cast bronze sword needs to be more finely polished, and then it will have to go through more than 20 processes before it can be considered a real work.

However, since the two sides are competing, there is not so much attention, as long as you can see the clear shape of the sword body, it is enough for the masters to judge this sword.

Mu Qingke first picked up the solemn sword, tasted it, and couldn't help but nod with satisfaction, showing a happy smile.

Zhuang Zheng is his most proud disciple, he is too familiar, judging from this sword, Zhuang Zheng's sword-casting skills seem to have improved again.

Although this ascension is very insignificant and only exists in the senses, in the eyes of a master like Mu Qingke, it is as eye-catching as a firefly.

The similarity between this imitation clothes cutting sword and the real thing can score at least ninety-five points.

solemnly can almost be determined that Ye Changsheng has lost!