Building No. 387.

This is the seat of some of the swordsmiths of the Imperial Court.

They usually work in buildings 89~90, but they will stay in room 87 to rest in their spare time.

Wang Bei came here to solve the matter of the black knife technique.

He had to refine a knife to use to perform the Black Knife Technique, otherwise his current cultivation alone might not be able to win the challenge originally scheduled for ten days later.

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In the spacious room, there were several lean old men with white beards and white hair, chatting eloquently.

"Old taro, the Yanhe Sword you made last time is really not good, and the condensation of courage is only eighty percent. ”

The old man who spoke was naked, revealing his strong muscles, and a sweat towel around his neck was constantly wiping his sweat.

"Meigu, the swords have been built, why do you care so much, maybe it's just right for people. The old taro looked like he didn't care about himself.

"Casting requires care, how can you perfunctory the past at will. "Mei Gu is really down-to-earth by nature, and naturally he can't get used to the perfunctory posture of the old taro.

"Okay, okay, you two should say a few words, Meigu, you too, you are a fifth-order swordsmith, and the blades you create are naturally much stronger than the fourth-order of the old taro, and the strength of the condensation is all depending on the sky, and it is basically a good product to have a six-CD. The old man with a little blonde hair in his white hair said persuasively.

"Miansheng old man, what do you mean by this, I am not as good as this guy Meigu?"

"What are you doing, you kid, you just love to cause trouble, say what's wrong with you, I'll beat you a few times when I'm happy. The long-bearded old man sitting next to the old taro laughed.

Everyone burst into laughter when they heard this.

The old taro smiled embarrassed and embarrassed.

He can still make trouble with others, but this long-bearded old man is different, he is not only the highest-ranking sixth-order swordsmith among everyone, but also his fellow senior brother, and the double gap in generation and identity can not be allowed for him to mess around.

However, in the end, these old guys are used to laughing together, how can they really get angry.

Suddenly, a sturdy male servant walked up to the vicinity of several old men and said respectfully, "Masters, there is a student named Wang Bei outside, who asks to see him. ”

"Wang Bei?" Mei Gu muttered the name a little strangely, and said, "Who is this student, do you know each other, why did you come to find us old guys?"

"I've never heard of it. Li Miansheng shook his head.

"I don't know. The rest of the people said the same.

The servant in charge of the communication frowned, and then said in a low voice, "Then Jingsheng went to drive him away." ”

As he spoke, he stepped back and left, as if he was about to go to Wang Bei, who dared to come and call the door.

"Wait a minute, since he's here, let him come in and have a look. Li Miansheng suddenly felt that something was not good, so he carried forward his usual spirit of being a good man.

"Yes. ”

The minions' paused footsteps moved again, and they quickly left the vicinity.

Soon after, the male servant came to the group again, followed by a slightly emaciated teenager.

Wang Bei followed closely, and after seeing the situation in the inner room, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said respectfully: "Meet a few seniors." ”

Respect for elders is a sign of politeness and a necessity for communication

This is especially important in a world where the genre is becoming more and more powerful, and those who do not know how to respect their teachers will be condemned.

"You are Wang Bei, do you have anything to do with our old guys?" Since Li Miansheng allowed Wang Bei to come in, he naturally took the lead in questioning.

"Well, the juniors want a few seniors to do a favor and help the juniors forge a knife. Wang Bei said respectfully.

But the old men hadn't finished listening.

Suddenly, a little guy rushed over and exclaimed, "Oh no, no, a few ancestors, Li Qingjian made a mistake!"

"What?" "What!"

Several old men who were still sitting firmly stood up one after another, their faces panicked.

The Li Qing Sword is an Emperor-Rank Evil Breaking Blade made of elemental concentrate that their Sword Casting Hall plans to cast this year.

As a sword forging hall with a maximum of only six orders, it is extremely tricky to create such an emperor-level weapon, but once it is successfully built, the benefits that can be obtained are also very high, enough to completely overwhelm the alchemy hall, armor forging hall, and so on in this year's merit evaluation. However, if it fails, the resources lost will definitely make the merits of the Sword Casting Hall drop by a few notches, and maybe it will be at the bottom.

So once forged, failure is not allowed.

However, especially for blades of this level, it is more time-consuming and laborious to forge.

He had already started forging the Li Qing Sword about two months ago, but now that it was almost the end of the year, he had only completed sixty-nine percent of the progress.

It will be a month before it is completely completed.

However, now that there is a failure, it is difficult to recover it, so several old men are so panicked.

Suddenly, no one had the leisure to pay attention to Wang Bei.

Several old men left Building 387 with anxious faces.

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Li Qingjian is currently in a huge factory.

Inside and outside the factory, there is often a well-known coolie busy in and out.

Inside is a complete set of huge equipment with a sophisticated and complex structure, like an assembly line project, there are constantly some low-level swordsmiths sharpening and refining standard blades in various links.

However, in the middle of the pond was a large fire pool.

Quietly inserted a cyan rustic long sword that was burned red.

Come to think of it, this is the powerful green sword.

Several old men who were summoned suddenly gathered around the scorching fire pool, and through a transparent cover, they watched the situation of Li Qingjian intently.

"There are blue-red spots on the sword body, it should be that the cold attribute of the Xuanqing Ore is hedged against the high-temperature flames of the fire pool, and there is a problem with the coldness. "As a fifth-order swordsmith, Mei Gu can see the crux of the problem at a glance.

"Damn, it must have been the day before yesterday that the forging was not in place, and there was a mistake in the thickness of the blade, so that the cold air would appear excessively. The old taro was no longer in the mood to raise the bar with Meigu at the moment, and said angrily.

"What should I do?" the rest of the gathered swordsmiths all had a look of panic on their faces.

Li Qingjian can't have a problem.

"There's no way, there's no other way to solve it than to rebuild it. "As the only sixth-order swordsmith among the people, the long-bearded old man was also the oldest one in terms of seniority and seniority, so he immediately made a decision.

"How can this work, it's not even two months before the end of the year, where will the time to complete the reconstruction!" Old Taro didn't care about his seniority, and immediately roared angrily.

"Yes, going back to the furnace and rebuilding is the most helpless way, and it is better to think of other ways until you have to. Although Li Miansheng was also very anxious, he still calmed down and dissuaded everyone.

"Unless. Mei Gu's eyes changed slightly, and he said uncertainly: "Someone can move that knife." ”

"You mean..."The long-bearded old man's eyes changed, and he suddenly remembered the knife, but he shook his head and flatly refused: "Impossible, not that possibility." ”

Everyone originally heard it vaguely, but soon, they figured out what it was about, and suddenly remembered the legendary knife with a little pale face.

However, one person asked a puzzled question.

"What kind of knife are you talking about, I am confused. ”

Everyone looked stunned for a moment, and then turned their heads to look at the person who spoke, but this person seemed to them to have never seen before.

"Eh, boy, who are you, why haven't I seen you..."

"yes, which swordsmith are you underneath?"

...

Everyone was full of doubts, but Li Miansheng and the others recognized the person at a glance.

It was Wang Bei who came to the Sword Casting Hall to see.

The long-bearded old man turned his face sideways, and said angrily: "Who let this young man in, come on, drive him away." ”

Suddenly, several wrestlers grabbed Wang Bei's arm and pushed him out.

But what kind of person is Wang Bei, can he let people pull out so facelessly, he suddenly exerted force on his feet, and a strong strength took root in the soles of his feet, no matter how many wrestlers dragged it, they couldn't pull it away.

Seeing this scene, Mei Gu's eyes changed, and he secretly thought: "This young man is not using internal force, but physical strength, this strength is so good, maybe he can really pick up that knife." ”

Suddenly, Mei Gu, who was scheming, immediately spoke: "You guys retreat first, this young man let him stay." ”

Those wrestlers couldn't pull Wang Bei away even after all their strength, and for a while they were so anxious that they were in a hurry, for fear that they would be accused of incompetence by these adults.

Hearing Mei Gu's words, these wrestlers breathed a sigh of relief and retreated.

The long-bearded old man looked at Mei Gu in some surprise, and said in a deep voice, "Mei Gu, what do you mean by this?"

"Master Xin, Ume Gu thinks that this young man may have moved that knife. Mei Gu also said respectfully.

"What do you mean by that?" Master Xin was a little puzzled.

"You also know that the knife is closely related to strength, and this young man has a good brute force, and he can't move the knife. Umeya told everyone about her speculation.

The long-bearded old man touched his beard, and when his eyes flickered, he seemed to be a little moved, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Okay, just give it a try." ”

It was decided in an instant.

However, Wang Bei, the client, was still confused, and they didn't ask him if he was willing to try.

"Meigu, it's up to you to take him, let's continue to observe Li Qingjian's situation here, let's go back quickly." With a wave of Master Xin's hand, everyone turned their heads and continued to observe Li Qingjian's situation, trying to find some solutions that could be solved.

After Meigu squeezed out of the crowd, she stood in front of Wang Bei.

"Young man, come with me. ”

After speaking, he didn't ask Wang Bei's opinion, and left the factory directly.

Wang Bei was helpless, so he thought about going with him to take a look, after all, he still had something to ask these swordsmiths, he really helped them, and they were embarrassed not to help him forge weapons when the time came.