"Ding!"

Another crisp voice rang out. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Everyone looked at it, the blood-red long sword was still the original three feet and four inches, but the tip of the medium-grade iron sword was suddenly missing a small section, and the fracture was as smooth as a mirror.

"What a sword!"

The praise of the crowd was endless.

And Meng Zhong, who lived in the center of the crowd, didn't have time to enjoy these praises, because his eyes were staring at the edge of the blood-red long sword, observing inch by inch, searching inch by inch, for fear that there would be even a trace of scar on the sword body, but the accident did not appear, the blood-red long sword was still as smooth as a streamer, and there seemed to be a faint sword aura emanating from the blade.

"Haha, good sword, this is the good sword I want!"

As if he had regained his confidence all of a sudden, Meng Zhong shouted happily, and waved his long sword twice, bringing up a small sharp wind, and then his excited expression slowly solidified, and his eyes revealed an extreme confidence and fierceness, and the direction of his eyes was the black-clothed young man in the crowd, Nie Feng.

"If you take the initiative to admit defeat, the bet of one hundred taels of silver will be stopped, how about it?"

The fierceness in Meng Zhong's eyes had turned into a sneer, and his confident momentum seemed to have a kind of majesty. The eyes of the crowd looked at Nie Feng, who was still calm, and many people began to shake their heads slightly.

"Hehe, I admit that Boss Meng has a deep cultivation in swordsmanship, and this blood-red long sword, if my expectations are good, should be a top-grade iron sword. However, it doesn't seem to be enough to defeat me by relying on this! Come on, go to the Nie Clan's Sword Forge Shop, and I'll show my hand too!"

Nie Feng's words were full of appeal, so the crowd turned around and walked towards the Nie Clan's sword-forging shop.

In fact, most of the people present, although they didn't think that Nie Feng had the possibility of winning, but they really didn't want Nie Feng to admit defeat.

At the end of the crowd, Meng Zhong had a look of contempt on his face. Let him believe that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy can also forge a high-grade iron sword, I am afraid that it is better to make him believe that the old cow can fly fairy tales, he has tried his best to leave a way back for this young man, but it seems that people do not appreciate it at all, since this is the case, then let the result of the game slap him in the face, young man, he should suffer a little more blows, otherwise the arrogance is excessive, and he doesn't even remember who the seniors are.

In fact, Nie Feng's expectation was good, Meng Zhong's highest level could indeed only cast a medium-grade iron sword, but the latter ran to his uncle who was the great elder of the Meng family last night for the sake of insurance, and begged for a while, which made his uncle quite impatiently lend him a little bit of the sword qi plasma in his hand, which was regarded as a treasure.

The plasma of the sword qi is produced from the place where the sword stone was formed, but not all places where the sword stone is produced have such things, but some special sword stone origins, there are some red liquids that can also store a small amount of sword qi, and the vicissitudes of the sea for tens of millions of years, these liquids have already penetrated into the depths of the earth, and this is the origin of the name of the sword qi plasma.

Although the value of this blood-red liquid is far less than that of the sword stone, it is also quite rare among the three major sword domains of the east, south, and west in addition to the northern sword domain, especially some strong people who have cultivated above the realm of the sword master, and they regard it as a treasure, because this kind of thing still has the effect of the sword stone, that is, it can directly extract the purest sword qi in it for their own cultivation.

Meng Zhong's use of it to forge iron swords is really a bit of a tyrannical thing. Of course, the current Meng Zhong can't take care of these things. What he wants now is to successfully defeat the black-clothed young man in front of him, and then strangle the Nie family's sword-casting shop in the cradle, only in this way can he keep his Meng's sword-casting shop, and the business will be prosperous and prosperous.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the crowd came to the front of the Nie Clan's sword-forging shop. Nie Tong and Peng Yuan were already waiting at the door.

Nie Feng said hello to his father slightly, then turned his head towards everyone.

"Everyone, I'm ugly, please act impartially in the win or loss of the game, thank you first!"

After speaking, Nie Feng arched his hand around.

"That's natural, although the little brother can rest assured to cast the sword, the rest will be left to us!"

"Hehe, you have to be able to win!"

Many people in the crowd who spoke up one after another. Nie Feng looked at the crowd around him slightly, as well as Meng Zhong, who rolled his eyes violently after the crowd, and then turned around unusually neatly and strode into his sword-forging shop.

Similarly, the fire in the sword casting shop had already risen, and all kinds of materials had already been prepared, but the few pieces of iron sword fragments containing the fire gold of the ancient mountain heart had not been directly placed on the surface.

When all kinds of materials had been melted and even, Nie Feng turned around and walked to another corner of the swordsmithing shop, and then in the stunned expressions of everyone, he took out three palm-sized fragments of broken swords, and then put them into the iron bag.

"I didn't expect the young man of the Nie family to also have his own unique secret skills, now there is a lot of excitement to see!"

"Didn't you see, the sword forging experience of the young man of the Nie family just now is not inferior to Meng Zhong, maybe there is a real possibility of winning!"

"Hmph! Bluff......"

Naturally, the last sentence came from the mouth of Meng Zhong in the crowd.

Meng Zhong was also extremely surprised for a moment when he saw that Nie Feng actually chose the broken sword fragment as the material for the molten iron sword, but he squinted his eyes tightly, and he didn't see any difference in the broken sword fragment, although he was still a little uneasy in his heart, he could almost determine that this was Nie Feng's deliberate act in order to win everyone's appreciation.

Everyone's discussion and Meng Zhong's sarcasm almost all reached Nie Feng's side, but the latter didn't even blink his eyes, because now Nie Feng was engrossed in the process of forging the sword, trying his best to make every step and every detail as perfect as possible, he believed that with his sword-casting skills and experience, coupled with Jin Lao's method of raising swords with blood, he would definitely be able to forge his first high-grade iron sword, so as to at least not lose to the blood-red sword in Meng Zhong's hand.

Because of the excessive concentration of his spirit, Nie Feng gradually found that his vision began to blur slightly, and just as he was about to recondense his spirit, he suddenly found that the tumbling melt in front of him gradually changed, and a strange scene that he had never encountered appeared in front of Nie Feng.

The crimson tumbling melt seemed to turn into a slowly blooming flower at this moment, with all the petals and stamens, and even the faint fragrance of the flowers seemed to be rushing towards Nie Feng, and the afterglow of the melt tumbling turned into a sea of flowers blown by the wind, and for a moment, Nie Feng seemed to be in a sea of flowers, and every inch of the cells on his body were almost happy and excited.

"What's going on?"

Nie Feng suddenly became clever, quickly woke up, and calmed down slightly, only to realize that the surrounding crowd was already staring at him with a surprised and inexplicable look, as if flowers bloomed on his face.

"I'm sorry, I accidentally wandered just now!"

Nie Feng smiled awkwardly, but he didn't expect that his unintentional words would set off ripples in the silent crowd.

"Hehe, this little guy is really interesting, he still dares to wander at this time, isn't he really afraid of losing the game!"

"The expression of this young man from the Nie family just now was quite strange, it seemed to be an inexplicable sluggishness, could it be that he was afraid of losing the game, and he had a demon obstacle in his heart, right?"

"I can't understand it, but don't talk nonsense! In my opinion, not only is there no magic barrier, but it seems to have entered a certain realm, and it is said that the real sword-forging master has such an inexplicable strange expression when he appears, and it is likely that this young man has already cultivated as a sword-casting master!"

"You're just talking nonsense, the kid of the Nie family is only fifteen or sixteen years old, do you believe that a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy will reach the level of a sword-forging master? If you start forging swords from your mother's womb, you're afraid that his mother won't be able to stand it! Hehe!"

The crowd of onlookers, there is no shortage of people with good character, and naturally they can't help but bring some foul language when they talk about and evaluate, of course, these words are whispered, after all, they also understand that it is extremely unwise to offend a genuine swordsman for no reason, not to mention that Nie Feng's cultivation may be even higher than Meng Zhong.

In the crowd, a thin old man with a rather obscene appearance touched his slightly gray beard slightly, and his slightly squinted eyes showed a hint of approval.

"I was able to inadvertently enter the realm of sword viewing, the talent is really good, alas, it's a pity that I can't accept apprentices, otherwise this young man is quite in line with my heart. Well, if necessary, give him a hand. ”

Of course, the thin old man's words were said in his heart, and no one around him knew about it.

The fragments of the broken sword had been melted evenly, and at the best time, Nie Feng took off the iron ladle and smoothly poured the red white iron paste into the sword mold that had been prepared long ago. Next, it is to lift the die and forge it.

Similarly, when Nie Feng started the forging, he did not rush to pick up the iron hammer, but slowly placed the sword blank flat on the anvil, and reached out to take the other iron sword.

"Look, there's a trick again!"

Someone in the crowd couldn't wait to shout out.

When everyone opened their eyes to watch, the iron sword in Nie Feng's right hand had already slashed through the palm of his left hand, and a deep blood mark quickly flashed, and the blood suddenly formed a stream in Nie Feng's left palm as if it was a flood that had crossed the embankment, which slowly flowed down and landed on the sword body.

Wow......

The crowd was boiling!

Everyone had seen Meng Zhong's blood-red liquid, and they all knew that this was Meng Zhong's top-secret method of forging iron swords, but they didn't expect that Nie Feng, who didn't have blood-red liquid, would choose to replace it with his own blood, which was also crazy.

"Alas, young man, isn't it just a game, there's no need to play with your life like this!"

"If you lose, you will lose, we promise that we will still take care of the business of this sword-casting shop in the future, you still need to stop the bleeding quickly!"

"Yes, yes, young people don't want to be angry because of a momentary win or loss, and a great future is still waiting for you to enjoy!"

In the crowd, many of the elders showed signs of concern and worry, and suddenly a loud but extremely piercing laugh rang out.

"Hahaha, do you want to replace my treasure with blood? It's naïve, it's naïve, it's ridiculous! You can't be a brain problem! Hey, you all can see it, we're fair play, it's none of my business if he's stupid! Hahaha!"