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Don't look at these materials in Xin Tu's eyes are low-quality forging materials, but don't forget that the so-called inferior materials are actually compared with the forging materials that Ling Yue is familiar with, as the senior brother of Tianyun City, the forging materials he comes into contact with are naturally of the highest grade. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info(○) I was lucky to be able to find obsidian, maromite, and purple clay in the market.

First select the best from the inferior quality, and then adjust the proportion of various metal ores. In Xin Tu's sword-casting memory, this step is the most critical step, once the material ratio fails, the next one does not need to be done, otherwise even if the sword is cast, it will be a waste of the sword.

Xintu is particularly careful in its blending materials. Because the materials in front of him are very different from the materials in Xin Tu's memory, Xin Tu can only choose some materials with similar characteristics. Although you can come back if you fail, it is naturally best if you can succeed once.

After the material mix is completed, they are melted at high temperatures in a certain order. The process was particularly lengthy, taking two hours. Xintu couldn't leave the furnace for a moment, carefully controlling the temperature of the furnace, observing the color of the molten iron, and carefully removing impurities.

Originally, some blacksmiths who were suspicious of Xin Tu saw that Xin Tu was doing a good job, and they also began to think that this boy who had a lot of money and burned everywhere really wanted to forge a sword, rather than suffer after being full of food. But Rao was so, and many blacksmiths didn't think he could forge a sword. Without him, because the sword he fired was too thin and shallow, could it be a sword? It's clearly chopsticks. But anyway, today's work is done, except for those who leave first, they all stay to see how this boy is done.

Of course, the fat boss also explained that they looked at it, but don't blow up his stove.

By this time it was completely dark. Xintu came about four o'clock, and it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. But looking at the way he was focused, it was obvious that he didn't feel the passage of time at all. When Xin Tu felt that the color of the molten iron was similar to the color in his memory, he quickly took out the molten iron and entered the next step: casting!

The dazzling red metal melt flowed into the sword fan, and the thin sword was formed at once. When it cooled and solidified a little, and became a metal strip less than two fingers wide, Xintu immediately removed it with tweezers.

The next step is tempering.

Soon, the thrashing sound of "Ding Ding Dangdang" sounded in the sword-forging room.

After staying in the sword-forging room for so long, Xin Tu had already withdrawn his clothes to the fig leaf under him. Of course, he still wore a faded cowhide apron to prevent it from being splashed by the sparks. At this time, Xin Tu carried the hammer, sometimes hurriedly, sometimes slowly, smashing, sometimes tapping, the muscles of his body were jumping tightly, soaked with sweat, and the whole person was shiny under the reflection of the fire.

"Can it be done? Could it be that he forged a sword that we haven't seen before?" There were also three blacksmith masters who stayed behind to take care of the fire. In what they do, going out means losing their jobs, and staying up all night is commonplace.

"It's a look, it's a weird look." A master said briefly.

"Read on and you'll see."

Xin Tu carefully tempered the sword blank with a sense of domination, returning the sword blank to the furnace from time to time, and then continued to temper. As the saying goes, this step is the most important and tiring work.

And in the process, Xin Tu also injected "physical strength", the warrior energy of the Caribbean pirate world, into the sword blank little by little - that's what Will did anyway.

It's also thanks to Xin Tu that he inherited Will's sword-forging skills, and everything just needs to be done step by step, otherwise even if he is strong, he will never be able to withstand this complicated tempering.

Two hours again!

"Good! The next thing is quenching......" Xin Tu thought, but then he was startled and hurriedly said, "Help me get a donkey urine!" Fast! As he spoke, he smashed out a few gold ingots. The three masters who stayed on duty for the night were stunned, although their faces were strange, they were busy picking up the gold ingots and then looking for donkey urine. The charm of money blocks all doubts.

"Dizzy! I forgot about this in a hurry! ”

Xin Tu remembered that Will was quenched with donkey urine (there was a donkey with Jack's butt burned in Brownsmith's shop), and there was no principle to explore, it was purely a summary of the experience of the technique. Will's dream is to marry Bai Fumei, instead of striking iron for the rest of his life, so he naturally follows the master's requirements, and does not explore why he did it.

Quenching with donkey urine? It's also up to them to figure it out.

Sure enough, the power of money is endless. After a stick of incense, the three blacksmiths came back with three buckets of donkey urine, and they didn't know where they had found it in the middle of the night. Xin Tu was suspicious for a moment, and the old blacksmith said: "Pure donkey urine, it's still hot, I don't believe you can taste it." Hey smiled and showed a mouthful of black and yellow teeth, Xin Tu didn't bother to pay attention to him, and directly inserted the sword blank into the donkey's urine.

Phew!

A strange smell of fishiness spreads.

"Everything came according to the steps in memory. Although there is a flocculent in the selection of materials, the composition and quality should be close, so there shouldn't be any problems, right?" Xin Tu was only casting a sword for the first time, that is, he seemed dull and flexible, and he was not sure whether he would succeed or fail.

Pull the sword blank out of the donkey's urine, endure the smell of urine and observe the color of the sword blank, "You still need to continue to temper, and temper, quench five times......" Then Xin Tu inserted the sword blank into the charcoal fire, and a blacksmith flatteringly came up to blow the wind. When the sword blank was heated and red again, Xin Tu continued the tempering of "Ding Ding Dangdang".

"I said this son, what kind of sword are you forged? The little old man has been doing this for almost fifty years, you sword...... But it is unheard of and unseen. The old blacksmith looked at the thin sword blank, and felt that he could cut it with a random blade, but he felt that it was very strange, and finally couldn't help asking.

Xin Tu also felt that it was too boring to knock and beat, and it was not bad to have someone to chat with, "This is a Western sword...... Oh, a kind of sword in the Far West. It is mainly used to show identity, of course, if it is used properly, it is also a killing weapon! ”

In fact, if it weren't for the power from Lingyue that couldn't be used, Xin Tu wouldn't have wasted time and effort to build his own weapons. This has been tossed again until now, and it can be described as physically and mentally exhausting. Xin Tu thought to himself: "When you leave this Futu Realm, you don't have to be so restrained. It's a really uncomfortable feeling that you can't use it even though you have the ability. ”

As soon as he thought of this, Xin Tu thought of Ling Yue's death again, as well as Ouyang Shaogong, "Anyway or not?" Anyway, I am bound to confront Ouyang Shaogong, and if I am an enemy of such a person, I will definitely die. But it doesn't matter...... Baili Tusu is bound to be doomed, and the end is miserable. Wind and snow, Xiangling, and even more innocent people will be affected. ”

Xin Tu didn't think that since he had been promoted to the fifth layer and obtained Ling Yue's cultivation techniques, true yuan, and Tianyong City's exquisite sword skills, such a gain could no longer be described as huge, and he could completely give up this test and return to Babel City. It's just that it's too selfish to do so.

Without the "Qingling Soul Cleansing Jade" that Baili Tu Su gave him, he would have gone to see the king of Hades long ago, although the jade pendant was also a thing for Baili Tu Su to return his love, but the fact of saving his life was irrefutable. And the wind and snow, along the way, this optimistic and lively occasionally cute girl made Xin Tu more and more concerned, and he also promised to help her find her eldest brother, if he left, wouldn't it be untrustworthy?

And if it is according to the original plot, more people will die because of Ouyang Shaogong in the future. Knowing that he will do evil and not wanting to stop it, how ruthless!

This kind of unrighteousness, faithlessness and ruthlessness, Xin Tu is unwilling to do it, let alone can do it, otherwise what is the difference between it and beasts? What's the difference between Lan Jiuxin's selfish and all-powerful scum beasts?

While!

Xin Tu smashed a bulge on the blank of the sword, observed the color, and stabbed it into the donkey's urine bucket at once.

"To make or not to make...... But ask for a clear conscience! ”

Another hour passed, and when Xin Tu once again pulled out the already thoroughly formed thin sword from the donkey's urine, he shook it slightly, listened to the sound of the thin sword flicking, and finally nodded with satisfaction. At this point, the thin sword has not been broken, which means that Xin Tu has succeeded in seven times.

The rest is simple, sharpen the blade, cut the polish, and then add the hilt of the previously broken sword to the newly minted sword. Strictly speaking, the hilt of the sword needs to be built additionally, but now Xintu is not so particular, as long as it can be used.

After all this, a thin sword appeared in Zai Xintu's hand. This sword is about seventy or eighty centimeters long, one finger wide, with blades on both sides, and the tip of the sword is extremely thin, and the color is black and red, and it flashes in the cold light under the light of the fire.

The old blacksmith was stunned and said, "Childe, can this chopstick really kill?"

Xin Tu smiled faintly, "Look at it." Saying that, Xin Tu casually took the big knife on his back and threw it casually, and when he returned to the position at eye level, Xin Tu moved. The old blacksmith only saw a drawing in front of him, and then he saw thin rays of light streak through the air, weaving an intricate web, and then the boy returned to his place.

Then the three blacksmiths saw that the thick-backed stalk had become pieces and scattered on the ground. When they looked at the sword in Xin Tu's hand again, there was already a look of horror and amazement in their eyes.

Xin Tu looked at the sword in his hand proudly, "You are the first sword I forged. Although you will probably be replaced soon, in commemoration, I will give you a name: Xuansi! ”

Xin Tu looked at the time, and it was already past five o'clock in the morning.

It's time to go back!

Out of the blacksmith shop, looking up to the east, but there was already a hint of fish belly white, Xin Tu thought about going back to make up for sleep, and then take some refreshing medicine, I don't know how many things to be busy with today.

By the way, why don't you go back and try your hand at running the "Tian Yong Qing Ling Jue"?

Xin Tu smiled bitterly and shook his head, feeling that he was too busy to get dizzy.

"It's the ninth day!"

With a whisper, Xin Tu stepped into the alley and walked towards the street.

However, just as Xin Tu walked to the middle of the alley and walked through the shadow of a large camphor tree, a cold light suddenly appeared, cutting obliquely towards Xin Tu, looking at the posture as if he wanted to halve everything in Xintu.

Xin Tu caught a dark shadow through the blinding cold light.

"Enemy attack? Who is it? Whoever it is, it's time to use you to test the sword! ”

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