Seeing that Gong Yu was fiddling with the two pieces of wood and had no interest in chatting with him, Yang Yifan simply lay down on the bed, and his mind sank into his mind and began to check the newly appeared weapon forging function.

This weapon forging looks very rudimentary, with a simple interface, and there is only one option in the forging list below.

Consciousness fell on the option of forging an ebony sword, Yang Yifan's mood was excited, Made, finally have a weapon, although it is still only a novice equipment in the legend, it is only comparable to a wooden sword at a higher level, but how to say that it is also a weapon and equipment!

However, the moment he clicked on the option of forging an ebony sword, Yang Yifan was dumbfounded.

Because what appeared was not what he had in mind - put the locust tree ebony that Gong Yu gave him in, and then waited quietly for a minute, and then with a crisp ding sound, the system prompted him that the ebony sword was completed.

The ideal is plump, but the reality is skinny. Maybe Yang Yifan opened it in the wrong way, and when he clicked on the option, he didn't see the expected box for him to put in the ebony, but a few words of introduction appeared.

'How to make an ebony sword: The maker sharpens the ebony into the shape of a wooden sword, and then drives the user's blood on the wooden sword. The final stat is determined by the crafter's forging process. ’

Yang Yifan didn't expect that the system would be so lazy that he would be too lazy to talk to himself all day long, and he wouldn't talk to him without a novice introduction, and now he even had to do it himself to refine weapons.

But the arm can't twist the thigh, and the system boss is happy. No matter what it wants, Yang Yifan just needs to enjoy it silently. Make it yourself, just make it yourself, anyway, it's just a wooden sword, it's not a big deal. I just hope that in the future, when forging the dragon sword, the system will not really let itself twist a sledgehammer to strike iron.

Thinking of this, Yang Yifan sat up straight from the bed, and asked Gong Yu on the top bunk. "Second brother, can you lend me the knife you carved the Buddha statue before, I want to sharpen the ebony you gave me into a wooden sword. ”

"Wooden sword, such a good piece of gloomy wood, you actually took it to sharpen the wooden sword!" Gong Yu also poked his head out from above to look at Yang Yifan, with an incredible expression. But in the blink of an eye, he recovered and said with a smile. "Well, the piece of wood was given to you anyway, so it's up to you to decide what to do with it. But this knife can't be lent to you, this is my family's ancestral carving knife, if you want to use it... ”

Before Gong Yu's words were finished, Yang Yifan's somewhat helpless voice sounded. "You have to be in your Gong family tree, right? ”

"Hehe, the son can still be taught. Gong Yu shook his head, put his right hand on his chin and stroked his beard, with an appreciative expression.

Hehe, you uncle! Ignoring Gong Yu, Yang Yifan retracted his head. I can't help it if I don't borrow my knife, it's too naïve! Yang Yifan's heart moved, and a huge Pu knife appeared in his hand, and then searched for a picture of an ebony sword on the Internet, and then gritted his teeth and fought with the ebony in his hand.

Yang Yifan actually has no artistic cells, and his carving is completely based on his strong control of muscles and strength. In addition, when he was carving, he always kept appearing in his mind to witness the whole process of Gong Yu's carving, and he always felt that there was some profound truth contained in it, and he subconsciously imitated that carving technique in his hands.

Although there is a long Pu knife in his hand, it is far from Gong Yu's knife. But what Yang Yifan imitates is only Gong Yu's fanaticism and piety for carving, and the method of integrating all his spirit and spirit into it when carving. Even if Gong Yu is just an ordinary person, their family's hundreds of years of carving inheritance, the spirit engraved in the bones cannot be erased. Although Yang Yifan couldn't learn his specific carving skills, with his super intelligence, he had already stolen a lot of lessons when he watched it before.

In this way, Yang Yifan dissolved in the carving, and almost lost his perception of everything in the outside world. His speed was not as fast as Gong Yu's, not to the extent of a statue in a few minutes, not to mention that the ebony in his hand was much larger than those statuettes.

Yang Yifan forgot to eat at noon, but when Gong Yu jumped out of bed and was about to ask Yang Yifan to go to lunch together, he saw the appearance of sitting on the bed with his eyes focused, holding a big knife with a thunderous shape and carving seriously on the ebony.

Gong Yu was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly, and did not disturb Yang Yifan, who was concentrating, and did not ask Yang Yifan where he got such a big controlled knife. went out of the bedroom directly to eat alone, and by the way, he also locked the bedroom door to prevent others from disturbing Yang Yifan's carving.

By the time Yang Yifan was conscious, it was already evening, and the night outside the window was gradually shrouded.

"Yo, you're awake, third child. I've been hungry for a day, I know you don't like Master Kong of Little RB, and to be honest, I don't like it either. This is the white elephant instant noodles I bought for you, and the boiling water is ready for you, so soak and eat it. As soon as he regained consciousness, Gong Yu's enthusiastic voice came from his ears.

The focus in Yang Yifan's eyes quickly adjusted, focusing on a smiling face in front of him that was less than five centimeters away from him. "I'll go, second, what are you doing so close to me? Did you do something unspeakable to me while I was obsessed with carving?"

"Fuck your uncle, I told you a long time ago, I don't do it!" Gong Yu also found that he was a little close to Yang Yifan when he heard this, so he quickly took two steps back, and then said with a smile. "Anyway, the third child, you are quite talented in carving, are you interested in learning with me?

"Heh, you want to be included in your Gong family tree, right? My dad will beat up all my when he finds out, so let's get rid of it!" Of course, Yang Yifan didn't want to go to someone else's house to be his son.

"Tsk, that's a pity. Just watch me carve once, you can learn to settle down, this talent is really rare, not to learn carving with me is a waste of your talent. In other words, learning my skills into my family tree is a rule passed down from my ancestors, and it has been passed down for so many years, and I have no ability to change it. Gong Yu sighed, and the expression of regret on his face was beyond words.

Yang Yifan was also silent, and he kept carving ebony on this day. At first, he only carved with the simple knife in his hand, but later, with the integration of spirit and spirit, it seemed that his spiritual power had also turned into a knife invisible to the naked eye, and he kept cutting on the ebony with his thoughts. Although this kind of sharpening could not see any change in the ebony, Yang Yifan could clearly perceive that the ebony sword in his hand that had been formed was a little different.

The finished ebony sword does not look like the wooden stick that exploded in the legendary game, but is a bit like the peach wood sword used by ancient Taoist priests in Huaguo. The only difference is that it's a peach, and it's a locust wood. The whole ebony sword is black and shiny, more than two feet long, and the blade is about three fingers wide. Even though it's just wood, you can still feel the sharpness from the wooden blade.

What made Yang Yifan a little confused was that there were a lot of patterns engraved on this ebony sword, with Tenglong on one side and Xiangfeng on the other. The two sides of the sword body are also engraved with dense ancient characters of different sizes, not to mention that Yang Yifan himself is engraved, so it is difficult for him to recognize all these words.

You must know that the picture he searched for from Baidu was a bare wooden sword, completely devoid of these decorations. So how did you engrave these patterns, and what happened during the time period when you were immersed in the carving?

And what made Yang Yifan even more strange was that the ebony chips he had carved were gone. If he hadn't believed in Gong Yu's character, Yang Yifan would have thought that this kid was secretly hiding.