At this time, Han Muye was clearly a young man wearing a cyan cloth robe with a thin face.

The piece of black iron he was holding in his hand was extremely heavy.

This is the Guiyuan Iron added to the refining sword weapon, which can make the sword weapon sharper.

However, Guiyuan Iron is not a precious spiritual material, and it can only refine the lowest-grade magic weapons.

This kind of magic weapon-level sword was common in Han Muye, the refining hall of Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang.

Holding the iron block, Han Muye followed the team in front of him and walked straight to a large furnace with a flame rising.

The furnace was the furnace of refining, but it looked rather rudimentary.

In front of the stove, an old man with a hammer in his hand and full of fireworks had a sad look on his face, and he was powerlessly beating a sword embryo.

In Han Muye's opinion, the sword embryo had obviously been beaten too heavily and could no longer be refined into a sword weapon.

"Hurry up and return to Yuan Tie."

"Black immersion gold, put three pieces."

While beating the black sword embryo, the old man who held the hammer shouted.

The figures holding the spiritual materials all walked to the edge of the big furnace and put the spiritual materials in their hands.

Suddenly the furnace was blazing again.

Han Muye also stepped forward and put the ore in his hand.

After releasing the ore, the others walked away one after another, Han Muye didn't leave, just found a corner to lean on, and then his eyes fell on the old man holding the hammer.

This old man actually has some refining skills, but I don't know if he is old, or uncertain, at this time, there is a hammer that has not been smashed down, and the sword embryo is clearly no longer complete.

On the outside, it doesn't seem to be damaged, but inside, all kinds of spiritual materials have already been messed up.

Such a sword embryo cannot be refined into a real sword weapon.

"How many hammers did I just make?"

Suddenly, the hammer in the old man's hand stopped, and he looked up at Han Muye in the corner.

The old man's face was pale, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"One thousand three hundred and one."

Han Muye pondered for a moment and spoke.

These words made the corners of the old man's eyes twitch, and a spiritual light flashed in his eyes that was difficult to hide.

Lowering his head, he continued to hammer the sword embryo, and the old man was silent.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the old man threw the smashed sword embryo to the ground.

"It's broken."

With that, he put down the hammer, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, the old man turned his head to look at Han Muye: "Boy, come early tomorrow." ”

Han Muye didn't know what he meant, but he still nodded.

Walking down the hill, several middle-aged men in the same green cloth robe had already greeted him: "Brother, the mountain lord values it, you will soar in the future." ”

"That is, the mountain master is a refiner, and you will definitely be able to become a refiner in the future."

The others were also compliments, leading Han Muye to a large camp and giving him a separate wing.

Han Muye sat cross-legged in the wing room, his eyes looking ahead.

He thought that the Eternal Sword Platform was to challenge the Endless Sword Dao with his own sword path, and then leave the inheritance, but he didn't want it to be an illusion.

This illusion is extremely real, and even Han Muye, who has already touched the barrier of the creator level, can't see the illusion.

With such a method, Han Muye also became interested.

In the days to come, he would go to the refining furnace early to see the mountain master refining tools.

The mountain lord has been refining a long sword.

It consumes a lot of spiritual materials, and every time it makes a mistake when forging the sword embryo.

Later, Han Muye also knew from those miscellaneous servants that the mountain lord was the master of the Broken Sword Mountain, inheriting the sword refining method, and this time it was to forge a sword weapon for the city lord of Yunjiang City.

Yunjiang City mainly relied on this sword to fight against Feng Yang Qing, the owner of the Wind Sword Villa thousands of miles away.

At the beginning, Feng Yang Qing was a peerless sword forged by the mountain lord, sweeping across a radius of thousands of miles.

In half a year, the spiritual materials sent by the city lord of Yunjiang City were exhausted, and the sword of the mountain lord still had not been refined.

Han Muye watched it for half a year, and saw that the mountain master used various forging methods to refine the weapon, but the sword weapon always collapsed at the last time.

"Today is the deadline for sword refining, look at how this sword is refined." In front of the stone platform, the mountain lord spoke in a low voice, and then carried the iron hammer and continued to forge the sword embryo caught by the fire tongs.

Han Muye watched quietly, the sword embryo slowly formed, and then where it had gone wrong before, the problem of spiritual material disintegration appeared again.

But this time the mountain lord did not stop, but quickly hammered the sword embryo.

A moment later, the sword embryo took shape, and in appearance, it was an extremely sharp sword weapon, in which the sharpness and heaviness of the spiritual material were undoubtedly displayed.

Moreover, this sword has a faint aura, and it is clearly an extremely high-quality existence among magic weapons.

Han Muye knew that these were just appearances, this sword actually couldn't carry much strong infusion, once it fought with a strong enemy, this sword would break.

"The sword is finished, take it to your master." The mountain lord threw the refined long sword towards Han Muye.

Before Han Muye could take it, a figure had already flown out and grabbed the sword.

The person who made the shot was clearly the leader of the steward who had followed the mountain lord for more than ten years.

With a smile on his face, the steward leader looked at the frowning mountain lord, and then looked at Han Muye on the side.

"Lord Mountain, it's not that his subordinates betrayed, it's really that the City Lord gave too much."

"You have taken a fancy to this kid when he is new, let him observe your refining every day, but I have been following him for decades, and you won't even give us a chance to take a look."

"The brothers are chilled."

The steward laughed, and walked away with his sword.

The mountain lord glanced at Han Muye, stretched out his hand, and threw the hammer at him.

"Here you go."

Han Muye took the hammer and began to refine the sword.

When the sword embryo was about to take shape, the mountain lord standing behind him suddenly spoke: "Golden Wrong Hammer." ”

When Han Muye's hammer head fell, there was a sudden pause, and the hammer surface rolled on the sword embryo.

A cloud pattern appears.

This is the secret of the key to this sword refining weapon.

When he raised the hammer again, the mountain lord stopped him by the arm.

"Let's go."

"Don't come again."

Throwing the unforged sword embryo to Han Muye, the mountain lord turned around and left.

Han Muye looked at the sword embryo in his hand, with a hint of curiosity on his face.

Ten days later, the news came that the city lord of Yunjiang City and Feng Yang Qing fought a hundred moves, and the sword weapon was broken and defeated.

Three days later, the army of Yunjiang City set foot on Broken Sword Mountain.

Han Muye looked at the fire rising from Broken Sword Mountain, and then looked at the sword in his hand, and had some enlightenment in his heart.

The sword is double-edged, hurting others and hurting oneself.

He re-embarked on Broken Sword Mountain, where the barracks had been demolished.

The chaotic soldiers are chasing down the miscellaneous servants and apprentices of Broken Sword Mountain.

"What people!"

"Take it!"

Several figures rushed towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised the unrefined sword embryo in his hand and shouted, "I want to see the city lord." ”

"This is the real sword."

Sword?

The soldiers didn't believe it, and came forward with swords and guns.

The sword embryo in Han Muye's hand was slashed out, and all the swords and guns were cut off.

Those soldiers looked at Han Muye in horror.

In just a moment, Han Muye was led in front of a short-bearded middle-aged man wearing light armor.

Not far away, the dusty mountain lord was escorted by several soldiers and knelt down on the edge of the collapsed furnace.

"His name is Han Muye, and he is an apprentice valued by the mountain master!"

"He can refine weapons, and the mountain master can refine swords for him to watch."

"The sword weapon in his hand must be refined by the mountain master."

The servants who were held to their vests with knives and spears shouted in panic.

The middle-aged man in light armor looked at the sword embryo in Han Muye's hand, and his eyes narrowed.

"Where did this sword embryo come from?"