"Elder Ye is really amazing......"

Glancing at Ye Fan deeply, Murong Ziying somewhat understood why Elder Xuanxiao and the head of the sect would attach so much importance to this mysterious Elder Ye. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Whether it is the golden hoop rod made of divine iron, or the alien fire in front of him, it is not something that ordinary people can have, even the Qionghua faction, which is good at forging swords, has spent hundreds of years of savings, but it has only been forged into Wangshu, Xihe, and these two divine weapons.

"Now that the flame problem has been solved, then please try your best to cooperate with the elders." Murong Ziying said: "At that time, Ziying must do her best. ”

When he said this, Murong Ziying's face was already slightly excited, for a person like him who loves swords like his life, what could be more proud than being able to forge a divine weapon that surpassed Wangshu and Xihe?

"Naturally, then there will be Lao Ziying's nephew to worry about."

Although he didn't know what Murong Ziying was thinking at this time, seeing the other party's meticulous appearance, Ye Fan was secretly happy.

"Bang!"

The surging fire appeared on the sword casting platform, and for a while, the temperature of the entire Chengtian Sword Platform was more than ten degrees higher.

Fortunately, whether it is Ye Fan or Murong Ziying, they are both very cultivated, if they come here as an ordinary blacksmith, they are afraid that they will be forced to be unable to approach by this scorching heat before they can do it.

Perhaps because the power of this strange fire was too strong, even the sword-casting platform made of this dark iron could not withstand such a scorching flame, and it made a "zing" sound from time to time.

Fortunately, Murong Ziying's estimation was not wrong, under the scorching of the strange fire, the middle of the golden hoop rod began to glow slightly red, and with the change of time, it began to spread to the whole body, and even to the two ends.

"Hoo ......"

Seeing this situation, Murong Ziying, who had been silently paying attention to her every move on the sword casting platform, slowly breathed a sigh of relief, since the matter had progressed to this point, then the rest needed to wait patiently.

Time passed little by little, under the continuous burning of the fire, the whole golden hoop rod was gradually restored to the embryonic appearance, where is there still the shadow of the previous wishful golden hoop stick?

If the people of Buddhism are lucky enough to see this scene, they will definitely be very heartbroken, and they can't wait to fly down and chop the two people in front of them into several pieces, so as to vent the resentment in their hearts.

"The method of 100 forging", as the name suggests, is to repeatedly exercise the embryo through the secret method of the Qionghua school to precipitate the impurities in it.

And Murong Ziying, who was also deeply rooted in the true inheritance of Zong Lian, saw the latter standing quietly in front of the forging table, closing his eyes, and a pale cyan spiritual power in his palm was poured into the huge forging hammer.

"Bell-bell!"

A forging hammer the size of a human head danced, and the whirring sound of the wind pierced the air, which was probably enough to weigh a hundred catties.

The head was flattened, and it landed heavily on the golden-red sword embryo, making a sound of gold and iron resonating.

The hammer surface and the long strip were closed at the touch of a button, and after recovering to a considerable height, they fell again with a whistling sound.

The reciprocating thrashing, the constant impact sound, is full of a strange rhythm, the rhythm is distinct, as if each hammer is finely crafted, deeply embedded in the human heart.

At this moment, if someone carefully observes Murong Ziying's movements, then they will find that every time they hit, the force is just right, and it falls where it needs to be landed the most!

It can be said that an increase of one point is too much, and a decrease of one point is too little.

As the sledgehammer continued to fall, the original sword embryo gradually changed its shape, one end gradually became sharper, while the other end gradually became a little rounded.

"Bell, bell!"

The hammer fell like raindrops, and the speed was so fast that it was like a large bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, mixed with the slightest pleasant sound of crossing, noisy and cut, and like a piece of music full of rhythm.

From a distance, Murong Ziying's movements in his hands became faster and faster, and in the end, they were almost connected into a phantom.

The continuous sound of hitting formed a long chant of Qingyue, which gradually came out of the entire Chengtian Sword Platform, and spread all the way to the Dancing Sword Ping, Cirrus Cloud Platform, and even Qionghua Palace.

In the end, almost everyone on the entire Qionghua Mountain heard this clear groan!

"This ...... What is this sound? ”

"It seems to be from the Chengtian Sword Terrace, do you want to go over and have a look?"

"Someone seems to be forging a divine weapon on the Chengtian Sword Terrace?"

Seeing this, the disciples of the Qionghua Sect, who were practicing swords, put down the movements in their hands one after another, and turned their heads to look at them curiously.

Since Zong Lian's death, the Qionghua faction has lost a casting grandmaster-level figure, so this Chengtian Sword Platform has gradually been forgotten by these disciples.

However, today, after hearing the long-lost sound of sword casting, many people couldn't help but show excitement on their faces, as if they recalled the scene of the sect refining and forging divine weapons in the past.

However, before these people could make any moves, a pleasant but majestic female voice sounded, and it instantly spread throughout the entire Qionghua Mountain.

"Qionghua sent disciples to listen to the order, no one is allowed to go to the Chengtian Sword Platform without authorization, and those who violate the rules of the door will be dealt with!"

Hearing this voice, many people were suddenly silent, and quickly stopped, but they looked in the direction of the Chengtian Sword Platform with great unwillingness, as if they wanted to see through the towering building who the forging man was.

With Xuan Xiao's assistance, during this period of time, Shu Yao's prestige as the head of the sect has become more and more grand, so these Qionghua sect disciples have to hold back their curiosity after receiving the edict from their own head of the sect.

On the Chengtian Sword Platform, the originally dark casting platform has also become extremely red under the continuous burning of the strange fire.

If it weren't for Ye Fan consciously controlling the output of the flames, he was afraid that before the divine weapon was trained, this casting platform that had been tested by fire for a long time would have died first.

At this time, the temperature on the sword platform had already exceeded the limit of what ordinary people could endure, and even ordinary Qionghua Sect disciples were afraid that they would faint on the spot.

As for Murong Ziying, who was standing on the forging platform and was responsible for building this divine weapon, his face was also pale at the moment, his forehead and temples were also full of sweat stains, and the beads of sweat the size of beans had not yet dripped off, and they were roasted into white gas by the scorching temperature.

From a distance, Murong Ziying at this moment seemed to be wrapped in white smoke.

Even so, he stared at the fire that already had a sword embryo in the shape of seven or eight points, and his face was slightly filled with excitement, not caring about his current situation.

"Elder Ye, please take out your original saber."

As soon as the words fell, Ye Fan, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately reacted, and with a "choking" sound, the seven-star sword came out of its sheath.

As if aware of the fate he was about to face, this divine weapon that accompanied Ye Fan to fight in several planes trembled slightly......

It's not that I'm afraid of dying out, but I'm glad that I'm able to be reborn.

The divine sword has a spirit, and after following Ye Fan for so long, and after many times of pregnancy, this seven-star sword has already given birth to its own spirituality.

This kind of spirituality is not a sword spirit like the nightshade in the magic sword, but a simple subtle induction between the sword and the human.

And what Murong Ziying had to do next was to transfer the sword spirit of the Seven Star Sword to this newly generated divine weapon through a special means.

"Whoa—"

Under the infusion of spiritual power, the sword body of the Seven Star Sword began to collapse little by little, and on the other side, Murong Ziying pulled out a sword shadow glowing with golden light from it little by little.

If you pay close attention, then you will find that the appearance of this sword shadow and the original seven-star sword can be said to be almost identical.

Immediately afterward, the golden sword shadow gradually merged with the golden-red sword embryo on the casting platform.

"Zheng-!"

With this clear sound, the divine sword began to cry before it was born, and the extremely spiritual sword body trembled, and even Murong Ziying, who was holding the other end of the pliers, could not suppress it.

This newly cast long sword, the whole body is glowing with gold and red, the sword body is slender, and the whole sword is from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, and it is integrated.

Even if you haven't opened yet, you can feel the unstoppable momentum on the sword.