As soon as the master came out of the horse, he knew if there was one. That's true!

Gong Wu, who had a realm-breaking cultivation, personally wielded the inheritance hammer, and began to forge swords in earnest, made Lynch and Wang Yang, including his apprentice Huang Xiaonian, and even Tao Guangru, who was a leader of the younger generation of the Tao family, truly appreciate the demeanor of a legendary caster, which was really breathtaking.

Every time he swung his hammer and smashed it on the iron tree, it made a deafening sound, like a thunderbolt, and the formation was very terrifying.

In the dazzling firelight, the mottled red-black skin on the iron tree continued to burst out, revealing a bright silver-white color, exuding wisps of treasure light. The essence of 100 iron precipitated for 3,000 years is not small......

Obviously, Gong Wu did not mean to cut off part of the iron tree at all and leave it to the Tao family, with the help of Huang Xiaonian, Lin Qi and others, he burned the whole body of the iron tree to a red coal, and then smashed the sparse branches and vines into the main trunk one after another, and the whole thing was fused together, undoubtedly to use the entire iron tree to cast a sword, so that a perfect good sword could be cast with complete materials.

The official sword forging has just begun!

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Three months, more than a hundred days later.

The sword has been formed, it is a long sword three feet long and two fingers wide, the hilt and the sword body are all one, the sword body is narrow and thick, and there is no blade, even the tip of the sword is an arc-shaped blunt edge, the whole is silver-white color, the surface is covered with round wonderful lines, flashing brilliant light, at a glance you know that it is an extraordinary treasure.

And if you look closely at the edge of the sword's double blade and the blade, there is an incomparably slender black line, which is as black as ink, and the light is forested, and it seems to be constantly fluctuating, revealing a strange and dangerous smell.

It's hard to imagine how Gong Wu made such a slender sword into such a slender sword without cutting off even a little bit of it, except for the skin covered with iron filings.

It was not until this time that Lynch and Wang Yang had paid too much blood and sweat and refined the Thunder Iron Elite after countless hammers and refinements also came in handy.

Gong Wu asked for this thumb-sized blue iron pellet, and personally smashed it into the sword surface under the sword grid with a treasure hammer......

At dusk, the sword was finally cast, and it was deeply inserted into the Tianzi furnace by Gong Wu, and the strength of the sword was tested for the last time, and its divine will was raised, and the master was chosen for it!

At dawn the next day, the Tao family of all ages stood around the Tianzi furnace of the cooking fire pool, all wanting to witness the birth of the sword of Gong Wu, a legendary caster who was nameless but actually a legend!

Gong Wu, Wang Yang, Lin Qi, Huang Xiaonian, Tao Guangru father and son, etc., stood in the crowd and waited quietly.

Gong Wu stood by the stove with his hands behind his back, as if he had been old for ten years without the slightest expression on his face, coughed, and said: "Wang Yang, this sword is here, if you can pull it out, it is yours, if you can't pull it out, you can only wait for someone to pull it out." ”

The sword was originally forged for him, but if he is not qualified to own it, it cannot belong to him, as has been the rule since ancient times!

Wang Yang stepped forward, gave Gong Wu a deep salute, and then looked at the hideous dragon-shaped mouth on the furnace, which was holding the hilt of the sword in its wide open mouth. The rounded hilt of the sword reflected the roaring fire, shining brightly.

Perhaps because the place where the sword was cast was Kuzhu Mountain, Gong Wu cast the hilt of the sword into the shape of bamboo. Just like the bitter bamboo on Kuzhu Mountain, the bamboo knots in the upper circle are very dense, and there is one section in half a centimeter.

The delicate bamboo-shaped hilt looks like a natural fit, and of course, it's easy to grip.

The spiritual power accumulated in his hand, forming a thin protective shield, Wang Yang touched the hilt of the sword, and the blazing sensation penetrated the protective shield, seeping into the flesh and blood of his palm, a warm feeling.

He liked the hilt, the warmth.

He closed his eyes, and in an instant, all the things he had when he was a child, and all the things that he had entered the door of the Cen family when he was young, all hit his heart, making him have mixed feelings and disturbed thoughts.

He believes it was a turning point in his life.

The noble Feng Lei Cen clan, who was expelled from the inheritance for nearly a thousand years and has two powerful bloodlines of the Thunder Clan and the Wind Clan, is indeed a thing that makes him feel extremely depressed, unable to explain to his father, mother and even grandfather, unable to explain to his ancestors, how many years of hard work and endurance and humiliation have all been in vain, how unfortunate!

However, at this moment, he was pleasantly surprised to find that from his own heart, he actually didn't care about the title of the Feng Lei Cen clan at all, the family that did not belong to him, the surname that did not belong to him, he had long been disgusted, and he had long wanted to get rid of it and be back to the Wang Yang who used to go to the house to catch mines, catch wind and shadows, and be free.

Gradually, he calmed down, opened his eyes, and his eyes were full of firmness and confidence, and the fatigue accumulated for more than a hundred days and nights was swept away, full of strength!

He clenched the hilt of his sword, and the burning sensation pierced into his palm like countless spikes, reaching his bones, and the pain pierced his heart. But he didn't care, he just wanted to pull out his own sword, unload the burden, and embark on a new journey with one sword from now on.

He had no intention of testing it first, so he took a deep breath, and with all his luck, he pulled out his sword with all his might!

The sword, not moving!

He was shocked.

With both hands out, once again use all your strength, draw your sword!

The sword, still unmoving.

He suddenly panicked.

"Don't draw your sword by brute force alone. ”

Gong Wu said loudly: "If you want the sword to recognize you, you need to get in touch with the sword, and reach the state where qi and sword are combined, and even god and sword are combined, in order to succeed." You try again. ”

"Thanks for the pointers. ”

Wang Yang is like a drowning man grasping at a life-saving straw and seeing hope in despair.

He hurriedly calmed down his nervous state of mind, and according to what Gong Wu said, he slowly channeled his spiritual power into the sword, trying to communicate with it and get in touch.

However, a full hour passed, and no matter what Wang Yang did, the sword still showed no sign of loosening, and many people lost patience and left with different expressions.

"What a stunning character I should be, I can actually ask Brother Gong to forge a sword for me, but I didn't think that I was a poor boy with neither talent nor fortune...... Brother Gong, this time, you're really blind!"

Tao Zhu opened his mouth and said: "However, if he can't pull it out, it doesn't mean that others can't pull it out." In order to prevent Brother Gong's sword from being destroyed in vain, from today onwards, my Tao family will hold a sword drawing conference and invite heroes from all over the world to come and draw their swords. ”

Gong Wu looked coldly at Wang Yang standing in front of the stove, took the smoke pot handed over by Huang Xiaonian, and began to spew clouds and mist, silent and silent.

The corners of Tao Zhu's mouth curled, and he said: "Baby Angelica, this is a rule that my generation of casters must follow since ancient times, Brother Gong should have no objections, right?"

Gong Wu let out a long puff of smoke and said, "Give him a five-day deadline! After all, this is the sword that someone Gong specially forged for him." After five days, if he can't pull out the sword, you can do whatever you like, Gong will never ask, as if he has never forged such a sword. ”

"Five days?"

Tao Zhu was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "Brother Gong said that he was joking, right? What is burning in the furnace of my house is the real fire of the earth lungs, let alone five days, in two or three days, your sword will melt in fear!"

Gong Wu snorted, smoked a cigarette, and said: "How can you know the sword I forged, what if it is only five days, ten days and twenty days?"

"Ten days, twenty days......?

Before Tao Zhu finished speaking, he swallowed all the words back into his stomach, first with a look of disbelief, and then with a look of disbelief, even the anger was left behind.

He was silent for a while, then said with a dark face: "The sword was forged by you, then it's up to you, give him five days." After five days, I'll see if there's any need for a sword drawing meeting. ”

"I forged a sword, and you forged a sword. People do not live without heart, and the sword does not come out without heart. I've done what I'm supposed to do, and it's up to you. ”

Gong Wu said such a sentence to Wang Yang's back, and left with Huang Xiaonian, "Let's go, Xiaonian, go to you Tao Shibo for a drink." ”

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