When Nie Feng agreed, the crowd erupted in applause. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Although there are new things every day, there are really not many competitions between swordsmiths, although many people are secretly sweating for Nie Feng, but for this game, it still seems to be more expectant than worried, and almost no matter which group of people will not lack people who look forward to new things happening every day, those people wish that there would be more such things as possible, their life motto is, so that the meaning and taste of life can be revealed, so Nie Feng's promise was quickly supported by the vast majority of people.

The sword-forging competition is scheduled for the second day. The agreement between the two sides is very simple, cast an iron sword respectively, and then find two strong people, holding iron swords to cut each other, which side of the iron sword breaks first, which is convenient to lose, and the bet is no more, no less, exactly one hundred taels of silver.

In fact, everyone understands in their hearts that although a hundred taels of silver is a lot, it is not the main purpose of this game, and the real meaning of this game is to distinguish which one has better swordsmanship. The winning side will not only win the one hundred taels of silver, but more importantly, it will win the hearts of the people and win most of the future business.

At Nie Feng's suggestion, the first sword was first forged by Meng Zhong, and of course the crowd would naturally watch layer by layer to show justice.

Meng Zhong originally thought that he would see how Nie Feng's sword-casting skills were, and then make a decision, but he didn't expect that Nie Feng would mention it one step ahead of him, and Meng Zhong naturally couldn't refuse, after all, everyone knew that the Meng family's sword-casting shop had several years of accumulation, so it wouldn't be even the Nie family's sword-casting shop, which had just been opened for less than two days, to come first.

In fact, the reason why Nie Feng dared to agree was mainly because he saw that Meng Zhong's cultivation was only a swordsman entry, and there was still a lot of distance from him.

At the beginning, when Nie Feng followed Jin Lao to learn sword casting, Jin Lao once said that casting iron swords is just using special materials to condense sword qi into the appearance of weapons, and the materials themselves are important, but the sword caster's own sword qi cultivation cannot be ignored.

If the sword caster's own sword qi cultivation is profound, in the casting process, he can naturally subtly fuse his own sword qi into it, which is of great benefit to the condensation of the iron sword's wind bones, but if the sword caster's sword qi cultivation is shallow, no matter how good the materials used, it will not be able to shape the high-grade wind bone for the iron sword, and naturally the final iron sword quality is bound to be no better.

Meng Zhong relied on the cultivation of the swordsman's entry, it must not be so easy to cast a medium-grade iron sword, and it is even more impossible to cast a high-grade iron sword, and Nie Feng cast a middle-grade iron swordsman, so Nie Feng still has some confidence in this game.

Of course, just in case, Nie Feng made an important move, that is, the high-grade iron sword that Jin Lao gave him, which was also the first high-grade iron sword cast by Jin Lao, was broken into pieces, although Nie Feng was quite reluctant, but now is not the time to keep it as a souvenir after all, because there are precious things in the iron sword, and it is also an excellent booster material for casting a high-grade iron sword, Gushan Heart Fire Gold.

Nie Feng's purpose in doing this is very clear, that is, this game must be won no matter what.

On this day, although there are still a lot of visitors, but because of Meng Zhong's troubles, most people are absent-minded, and people are almost looking forward to the sword casting competition early tomorrow morning, so the original festive first day of opening, before noon, the figure was sluggish, Nie Tong discussed with his son, and closed the door of the store early.

Early the next morning, Nie Feng, Nie Tong, and Peng Yuan came to the outside of Nie's Sword Casting Shop when the sun was about to rise.

Although Nie Tong believes in his son, if he is really lucky enough to be won by others, the prospect of Nie's sword-casting shop will definitely become the source of all worries in the future, so Nie Tong's nervousness is no less than that of Nie Feng, of course, if Nie Feng wins, Nie's sword-casting shop will naturally prosper and become more and more prosperous. Nie Tong couldn't help much, so he had to secretly pray for God's blessing.

Not long after the sun rose, a large group of people gathered in front of the Nie Clan's Sword Forge Shop, and the number of people was even much more than yesterday, of course, it must have been caused by some people's advertising.

The waiting time is the most impatient.

Originally, the agreement of everyone was to rush to the Mengjia sword forging shop at three o'clock, but when the first impatient person began to walk in that direction, the second one soon appeared, followed by the third...... In less than a quarter of an hour, the crowd had almost arrived at the door of the Meng family's sword-forging shop.

"Yo...... So many people are here to cheer on, welcome!"

Meng Zhong happened to come out of the swordsmithing shop and arched his hand slightly at the people in the surrounding area.

"Boss Meng, these people are all here, do you think it's time for your game to start?"

An older man in the crowd asked impatiently.

"Oh, nature, that's nature!"

Meng Zhong seemed rather laid-back, as if he had not taken this match seriously at all, although it was possible that he was already sure of victory.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, then I'll show my hand and show my ugliness!"

After speaking, Meng Zhong turned around and walked into his own sword-forging shop, of course, the crowd followed one after another, including Nie Feng.

Meng Zhong didn't seem to be too surprised and worried about Nie Feng being mixed in the crowd, after all, this game did not restrict the two sides from observing, and the sword-forging technique was not only complicated, but also the knowledge in it was very large, and it was not something that could be learned by observing it casually.

The furnace fire had already risen, and the materials used for casting iron swords had already been prepared, nothing more than some earth spirit iron, anode wire, hard mountain wood, quenched snow beads, etc., Nie Feng looked at it, and did not feel much surprise and surprise, because these materials were the necessary things for casting medium-grade iron swords.

When the weighed materials were put into the iron ladle one by one, Meng Zhong's originally smiling face suddenly became serious. As the material melted, Meng Zhong picked up the iron tongs casually and shook the iron ladle gently, and with Meng Zhong's shaking, the material in the iron ladle melted faster and more evenly.

"Oh, that's how trick you have!"

Nie Feng in the crowd nodded slightly. The Mengjia Sword Casting Shop has been able to open until now, and it really has its own unique aspects, and it is by no means fortunate.

The materials in the iron ladle were smelted for a whole hour, and Meng Zhong took it off with his hands quite satisfied, and poured it into the sword mold that had been prepared long ago, looking at the red and white liquid sword blank, the crowd was silent, as if they had been amazed by the cute color of the sword blank, and as if they were impressed by Meng Zhong's old methods.

Meng Zhong's eyes showed a hint of pride, and his face was even more disdainful, as if to tell everyone that these were just the initial little tricks, and they were nothing at all.

The next step is to start the mold, open the blank and other steps, which are similar to what Nie Feng has learned, but despite this, Nie Feng has unconsciously learned a lot of things, after all, there is still a difference between personal experience and watching from a distance, different perspectives will gain different experiences and experiences, and Nie Feng is the one who benefits the most at this time.

Meng Zhong is worthy of being a swordsmith with many years of practical experience, and every step is done meticulously and methodically, so that Nie Feng can't help but feel a sense of admiration, of course, now he is not just appreciating, he wants to learn as much as possible in his sword-forging process.

In less than two hours, the medium-grade iron sword had already taken shape. This is still Meng Zhong's experience, if it is an ordinary swordsmith, even if he has reached the cultivation of the beginning of the sword, it will take at least half a day of hard work to achieve this point in an orderly manner.

The forging step of the medium-grade iron sword still requires the sword blank to be taken out of the flames, and then placed on the anvil to be continuously beaten, but at this moment, Meng Zhong was not busy picking up the hammer head, but quickly took out a bronze vial from his arms, the vial has the length of a middle finger, and the mouth of the bottle is tightly fastened with a red waterproof stopper.

Raising his head slightly, looking at the stunned crowd, Meng Zhong's slightly white face smiled slightly, and then pulled the cork, tilted the bottle, and a small stream of blood-red oil swaying liquid slowly flowed down, landing on the sword body, making a sneering sound.

Nie Feng, who was not far away, squinted his eyes slightly.

Blood-red things, he didn't know, and he had never heard Jin Lao talk about it, but he could clearly feel it, the blood-red liquid exuded a thick sword qi fluctuation, thinking that it should be some kind of extremely precious thing, could it be that Meng Zhong wanted to use this to condense the sword qi of the iron sword in order to achieve quality improvement?

The reason why Jin Lao was able to forge the first high-grade iron sword was precisely because of the abundant sword qi in his blood, which forcibly condensed the full sword qi. Although the thing used by Meng Zhong is not the blood of the swordsman, it must also be a thing that can replace blood.

Thinking of this, Nie Feng couldn't help frowning slightly, he really didn't expect that Meng Zhong also had such a special trick in sword casting, and this kind of trick seemed to be better than Jin Lao's method of dripping blood and raising swords, it seemed that it was not so easy for him to defeat Meng Zhong today!

"Okay, since that's the case, then it's up to God to help me!" Nie Feng muttered to himself.

He is ready to cast his first high-grade iron sword, which can be regarded as forced by the situation, if Nie Feng's expectations are good, the iron sword in Meng Zhong's hand that is about to come out is evolving step by step towards the high-grade iron sword, if he also successfully casts the high-grade iron sword, at least he can compete with Meng Zhong, but if he fails, it is really bad luck, which also shows that the establishment of the Nie family's sword casting shop seems to be lacking in terms of time and place.

Of course, even if he fails, Nie Feng will inevitably go all out for the development of the Nie Clan's Sword Casting Shop, this is his belief, either he doesn't do it, or he will do his best if he wants to do it.

The long sword in Meng Zhong's hand finally completed the last process.

The long sword is three feet and four inches long, and the whole body is blood-red and radiant, due to the long distance, Nie Feng can't use the kung fu of the sword essence to inspect it, but from the aspect of the long sword's wind and color, Nie Feng dares to conclude that this one is definitely a top-grade iron sword.

"Sure enough, it's still ......," Nie Feng sighed leisurely.

As if to prove the sharpness of the iron sword, Meng Zhongxin took the two iron swords placed in two layers on the side, and everyone could see clearly, the bottom layer marked the lower grade, and the upper layer was the middle grade.

Meng Zhong held the blood-red iron sword in his right hand, and lifted the lower-grade iron sword with his left hand, and the two swords lightly exchanged blows, only to hear a crisp sound of "ding", and everyone could see clearly that the front end of the lower-grade sword had been cut off by the blood-red iron sword.

"Good sword!"

The people who approached were the first to give a compliment, and soon the compliment quickly spread through the crowd as if it were contagious.

The smug look in Meng Zhong's eyes was extremely strong, and he was so complacent that he even shook his head a little, but he didn't say much, just threw away the low-grade iron sword and picked up the medium-grade iron sword on the side.

"Everyone, keep your eyes open and see what this one is like!"

Meng Zhong's eyes suddenly showed a hint of fierceness, as if he was also worried that the blood-red long sword would not be able to withstand the attack of the medium-grade iron sword, and it would be damaged in advance, if that was the case, he would have lost this game without a fight, so this time, he almost gritted his teeth and slammed the two long swords together.