Wang Bei's movements with the knife seemed rather slow.

It's like you're doing your best.

Mei Gu stared at this scene, the excitement in his expression became more and more prominent, even more excited than he picked up the knife, and he shouted madly in his heart, "Yes, yes, don't rush, take your time, that's it, you can pick up what you can pick up..."

Wang Bei looked at the struggling face, and suddenly, he thought strangely: "Why should I pretend to be difficult to pick up?"

Not to mention, in the face of Wang Bei's terrifying power, the overweight nature of this cold knife could not work at all.

Picking up a cold knife is as easy as picking up a chopstick. 、

But in Wang Bei's subconscious, he thinks that it's also a treasure knife, and generally like this kind of treasure is born, shouldn't the protagonist have to use the strength to eat milk, showing a struggling and uncomfortable appearance to do it.

inexplicably substituted himself into a legendary novel.

Then, there was a scene in front of me that was full of difficulties.

But...

Wang Bei's movement with the knife paused for a moment.

Just when Mei Gu was full of disappointment, thinking that Wang Bei's successor was powerless, he could only lift the cold knife halfway.

Wang Bei's movements changed suddenly, and with a brush, he picked up the cold knife to his chest with his body straight, and played with the knife with his palm, and in an instant, the weight on the knife seemed to be non-existent, and it was unbelievably light.

Mei Gu was startled, her breathing almost stopped, her mouth opened wide, and she squirmed slightly to say something, but all her thoughts were left to the look of shock in her eyes.

He didn't have much hope for this attempt, after all, he had witnessed countless failures.

Let's take a look with the idea of giving it a try.

But I didn't expect this young man to really master this Northland Cold Knife.

And at the moment when the cold knife was completely picked up, the cold air that enveloped the entire basement disappeared in an instant.

It was like a dusty seal locked in the blade of the cold knife.

Mei Gu stared at Wang Bei, who was running quickly under the silver and white snow twilight, the figure of the immortal was like a slowly unfolding picture, a little fairy aura surrounded him, like an immortal falling into the mortal dust, with a touch of loss and standing elegant.

Mei Gu's eyes fell in front of him, and there was a sense of reverence in his eyes, and he said unconsciously: "Congratulations, take the knife and come back." ”

"Thank you!"

Wang Hao pursed a smile and said lightly.

......

In the sword-forging room of the University.

Everyone was still thinking about how to solve the problem of Li Qingjian.

The swordsmiths, who had been busy forging other weapons, also stopped working and only focused on the Li Qing Sword, and the fire in the fire pool had gradually faded, revealing the bottom of the original pile of gray-white stones.

However, the fire spots on Li Qing's sword still existed.

During this period, everyone also thought of a lot of solutions, but in the end, they came to the conclusion that there was no choice but to rebuild it.

As for the Northland Cold Knife, everyone had no hope at the beginning.

While everyone was discussing endlessly, and even quarreling with some blushing faces and thick necks, a strange scene suddenly occurred in the sword-casting room.

There were nearly a hundred blades stored in the sword-forging room, and for a while, all the metallic luster dimmed.

At first, no one noticed it.

But gradually, even the sword body of Li Qingjian, which was entangled in fire spots, suddenly lost its light.

Only then did everyone realize the anomaly.

"What's going on, why is the edge of the blades in the swordsmithing room dimmed?"

"Look at Li Qingjian, how did it become like this?"

"It's over, Li Qingjian can't be built, and even other blades have become like this, and something big is going to happen in the Sword Casting Hall!"

Suddenly, there was a sense of panic in the hearts of everyone, and even a kind of fear of the sky falling swept through everyone present like a violent wind, and many people fell to the ground on the spot, hiding their faces and crying bitterly, completely puzzled by the reason for this scene in front of them.

Even the most well-informed sixth-order swordsmith, Master Xin, frowned, and couldn't think of the reason for it for a while.

But the cries of the cowardly ones who wept made him feel a pang of distraction.

"What are you crying about, the deity is not dead yet!"

Suddenly, a rough voice came from the depths of the swordsmithing room.

Master Xin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he guessed someone, and he felt a burst of joy in his heart, and shouted loudly: "Master, but you are back!"

"Hehe, Xiao Xinzi, you can't do this thing, you've only been meditating for several years as a teacher, and you can't handle such a small thing when it happens!"

The sound changed again and again, as if it were coming from the vast and ethereal sky, and it swirled above the roof.

"What the master taught me is that the sword casting room has suffered strange phenomena one after another today, and I also ask the master to help. ”

Master Xin raised his hands and said in a respectful voice facing the sky.

The sword casting room also stopped the noisy scene at this moment, and when they heard that it was the senior who had returned, everyone's faces were filled with surprise.

Although this senior is very playful, he is a powerful man, and he has always been known as the first swordsmith of the Imperial Academy in the Imperial Territory.

With him coming to help, do you still need to worry about anything Li Qingjian?

Instantly, a scene of cheering appeared in the swordsmithing room.

"What are you happy about, if you ask me to help, I will help, I am very shameless, I don't go, I won't go to death. ”

Listening to these words like a child's anger, everyone's faces suddenly turned extremely pale, and their faces were like a dead mourning.

But Master Xin's face was still smiling, and he knew exactly what the master was like.

Jokes are jokes, but whenever something important happens, his master has always been the most responsible and attentive person.

No, he said that he wouldn't go on the surface, but in the depths of the sword-casting room, a little old man of more than one meter and a half appeared, who was not tall, but his beard was mopping the floor, and it was said that his age was extremely high, at least a hundred years old.

However, the little old man's face was ruddy with a touch of longevity, and the silver-white hair on top of his bald hair gave people a sense of spiritual strength.

As soon as he appeared, the little old man put on a straight face and said coldly: "Hmph, what a bunch of useless waste, even this little thing can't be solved." ”

Everyone's faces suddenly became hot, but even so, they didn't dare to say that the old man didn't say anything.

Master Xin's face was also a little embarrassed and said: "Master, you better come over and take a look, this situation is really unprecedented." ”

The little old man put his hands behind his back and walked to Li Qingjian under the respectful greeting of everyone, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said lightly: "Oh, so that's the case, this sword was too perfunctory when it was forged, so that the cold power was not collected and this fire pool hedged, it's nothing, it's okay to return to the furnace and rebuild." ”

There was a sudden scolding in everyone's hearts, if they could go back to the furnace and rebuild, they would have returned to the furnace a long time ago, so why don't you need to say it.

The old taro looked at an old face wrinkled into chrysanthemums, and said complimentingly: "Master, this sword is used in our year-end assessment, and it can't be returned to the furnace." ”

"Oh, I see, why didn't you say it earlier, it's a waste of my time. ”

The little old man rolled his eyes for a while and said angrily.

The old taro wanted to cry without tears in his heart, you don't ask, how do I know you don't know, but this is the most in my heart. Facing this little old man, the old taro is more afraid of his senior brother, as a master, there is no master all day long, and he used to tease him for fun, and he has left a shadow in the heart of the old taro for a long time.

The little old man didn't care about the messy thoughts in the old taro's heart, and after being reminded of the situation, he stared at the powerful green sword again, and said with some surprise: "Well, it really can't be simply returned to the furnace, and this matter of dim edge, it's not a big deal, isn't it that there is an extreme sharpness or an extreme cold treasure was born, which affected the edge of other blades, specifically, it should... I don't know. ”

Just when everyone was expecting the little old man to say something constructive, suddenly a sentence came that I don't know, and suddenly it didn't make everyone choke enough.

I don't know, you're still analyzing the truth.

Isn't this a blatant trick?

Suddenly, the old man's words changed sharply, and he said quite wisely: "However, the person who can solve this matter is afraid that it is about to arrive." ”

Everyone looked stunned, a little confused.

But soon, a sharp-eyed person caught a glimpse of Mei Gu, who had just returned to the sword-casting room, and at this moment, with a smile on his face, he was so happy that he seemed to have been promoted to the first order for no reason.

Didn't you just take a teenager to try the knife once, and you are so happy?

I've never seen such a happier child than ever after giving birth.

But when they saw Wang Bei, who had followed in, and the knife he was carrying upside down.

The knife that you are carrying upside down!

Everyone's eyes were shocked, and a terrible thought rose up for no reason, this young man really picked up the North Land Cold Knife, and once this thought spread, it firmly occupied everyone's minds like a demon.

Suddenly, several swordsmiths rushed to Meigu and asked questions.

And Master Xin and the others, as well as the little old man, were all staring at Wang Bei and the knife in his hand with extremely solemn faces at the moment.

Countless pairs of hopeful eyes stared at Mei Gu, and asked in a trembling voice.

"Isn't this knife just..."

"Meigu, you say it quickly, don't you?"

...

"Okay, everyone, be quiet. Mei Gu took the trouble to push away the people beside him, and then, with a happy face, announced in a loud voice: "Everyone guessed correctly, this young man Wang Bei did take the Northland Cold Knife!

Cries of near-madness resounded throughout the swordsmithing room.

That gesture of joy and ecstasy was far more vivid than that of Mei Gu when he came, and they began to laugh at him, and at this moment, they realized that it was not Mei Gu who was laughing wrong, but that he was not laughing enough.

The divine soldier was born, and the cold was sharp.

It was only at this moment that everyone understood why the countless sharp edges had dispersed.

Everything stemmed from the blade that Wang Bei was quietly carrying upside down, emitting a white cold air.

Northland Cold Knife!