The middle-aged man's hands kept moving, reined in the distraction, and began to control the movements in his hands with all his might, forging has reached a critical period at this time, and there is no room for distraction, otherwise the refining will fail, and a good forging material will be wasted, and the furnace will be destroyed and killed.

The middle-aged man took a deep breath, and the surging Yuan Force in his body suddenly surged towards the earth fire furnace, only to see the scorching earth fire in the earth fire furnace suddenly rise.

Long Wenxuan could clearly feel that the speed of melting of the ink-colored blackiron in the hurricane had obviously accelerated a lot, and with the melodious hammering sound of the middle-aged man, the shape of the ink-colored blackiron kept changing, and a weapon in the shape of a pitch-black short sword slowly took shape in the hurricane.

"Huh, this is..."Long Wenxuan and the middle-aged man's child were shocked at the same time, and they were extremely surprised to find that as the ink-colored black-iron shaped short sword gradually took shape, in addition to the shape of the ink-colored dark-iron shrinking, the hurricane used for tempering and forging was also disappearing constantly, to be precise, it was absorbed by the ink-colored dark-iron short sword that was gradually taking shape.

Yes, Long Wenxuan rubbed his eyes in disbelief, a short sword that was about to take shape could actually absorb a hurricane? If it wasn't for seeing it with his own eyes, Long Wenxuan wouldn't believe it anyway.

As the forging process gradually ended, the hurricane that originally encased the ink-colored blackiron shortsword gradually decreased, until it was absorbed by the ink-colored darkiron shortsword.

The hurricane disappeared, and the middle-aged man also stood up from the constantly wielding forging hammer in his hand, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked at the ink-colored dark iron short sword suspended on the casting table and trembling with some disappointment in his eyes.

After the forging stopped, the cast inky black iron defied the normal laws of physics, and did not fall, but quietly suspended above the forging hall, being roasted by the scorching fire.

The middle-aged man quietly looked at the ink-black black black iron short sword on the forging table and did not speak, the middle-aged man's child looked up at the forging table, and then at his father, biting his lip and feeling a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to disturb his father, and his childish little face was full of confusion for a while.

"Alas," the middle-aged man was silent for a while, and suddenly opened his mouth and sighed.

"Why did my father sigh for no reason? The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at his father and asked suspiciously.

"Feng'er, our Li family still needs you to continue to work hard, your father and I are ashamed of the ancestors of the Li family, a small ink-colored dark iron short sword is not perfectly forged, alas. The middle-aged man sighed again, touched his own little head, and took off the ink-black black iron short sword from the forging table, with a lonely look in his eyes.

"Where is my father, now that Feng'er is young, the relevant matters in the family still need to be taken care of by my father, and Feng'er has not yet mastered the evil wind hammer method, and I still need my father to teach Feng'er, so my father will not say such things anymore. Feng'er's expression changed slightly, and she glanced at her father with some concern, her childish little face was full of worry, and she comforted her father.

"Hahaha, our family's Feng'er is sensible!" The middle-aged man laughed, his expression was full of relief, and he smiled at Feng'er.

"Don't praise me, father. Feng'er's little face was slightly red. With a shy face, he lowered his head and twisted the corners of his clothes.

"No, take it, it's for you. The middle-aged man put the ink-colored blackiron shortsword into the extraction pool on the side and submerged it, took it out, took out the scabbard that had been made for it, inserted the ink-black darkiron shortsword into it, and handed it to Feng'er.

"Father, what are you..."Feng'er looked at the ink-black Xuantie short sword handed over by her father in a daze, and asked in a slightly surprised and hesitant tone.

"What's the matter, don't you kid always have a covetous heavy sword for me, and always want a long sword of your own, don't you want it? Then I'll take it out and sell it?!" the middle-aged man smirked evilly, gesturing to take back the short sword in his hand.

The middle-aged man's words did not fall, but he only felt a slight tremor in his hand, and the ink-black black black iron short sword that he was originally holding in his hand disappeared, and appeared in the hands of his own child instead.

"You stinky boy... It would be nice to shift my love of swords to the practice of chasing swords. The middle-aged man looked at the ink-black Xuantie short sword that was held in Feng'er's arms and couldn't put it down and watched left and right, smiled dumbly, and shook his head with a smile.

"Hey, hey, hey. Feng'er felt a little out of shape, and scratched her head a little shyly.

"Give this dagger a name. The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and said to Feng'er.

"The sword weighs three catties and twelve taels, the handle is six inches long, the blade is about three inches wide, and the sword body is equipped with Qingluan texture, so it is better to call it Moluan. Feng'er looked down at the short sword in his hand, stroked the texture on the sword, and raised his head in reply.

"Mo Luan, Mo Luan Sword! The middle-aged man muttered softly, carefully savoring the name of the short sword, and couldn't help but applaud.

"Partner, you have a name, it's called Mo Luan, would you like to be my sword and grow up with me?" Feng Er held the hilt of the sword, kept stroking the sword body, and said to Mo Luan Sword.

As soon as Feng'er's words fell, Mo Luan's sword body trembled suddenly, and there was a faint chirping of a bird.

"Father, Mo Luan agreed, did you hear me? Feng'er's face was ecstatic, and she shouted at her father.

"Well, then don't let down Mo Luan! Otherwise, I will not only take Mo Luan back from your hands, but also beat your ass hard!" The middle-aged man nodded lightly to Feng'er in his hand, and raised his big hand to threaten.

"Know... I know" Before the middle-aged man's words fell, Feng'er reflexively touched his buttocks, and said with a blushing face.

"Father, what grade is Moluan, why can't I feel its weight at all? Feng'er asked, with the scabbard behind her back, to her father.

"Half-step emperor level, the forging technique for my father is not hot, which is also one of the reasons why my father is ashamed of our Li family's ancestors, but Mo Luan is extremely plastic, and it will depend on you to improve Mo Luan in the future. The middle-aged man shook his head with a disappointed face, and said earnestly to Feng'er.

But it made Long Wenxuan, who was watching from the sidelines, look confused, and the half-step emperor level was still not satisfied? You must know that the forging master grade of Tie Qingcheng, the highest level of our Qingfeng Academy, has just broken through to the emperor level, could it be said that the emperor forging master is already so worthless in this era, should it be so cruel.

"Congratulations to the host, for learning the Evil Wind Hammer and attaining mastery. The mechanical and rigid voice of the system came from Long Wenxuan's mind, and then disappeared again.

"Huh?" Long Wenxuan glanced at his attribute panel in surprise, and the column of the Evil Wind Hammer Method on it had reached the point of mastery.

Long Wenxuan closed his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was able to reproduce the figure of a middle-aged man, and even did better than him.

"Now that you've learned, shouldn't you go back?" Long Wenxuan touched his chin, looked at the father and son beside him, and guessed.