A violent breath erupted from Ye Xueyan's body, and the phoenix flame around him began to beat happily, because it felt a familiar feeling, that violent breath, similar to it, made it feel so comfortable, so like a fish in water, the golden-red flame wrapped around Ye Xueyan's body, as close as sympathy, Ye Xueyan even felt everything in the phoenix flame, the movement of every flame, the flow of every trace of temperature, and even the changes in every piece of iron due to the increase in temperature are vividly visible, as if this phoenix flame is his eyes, is his perception。

Ye Xueyan felt more comfortable than ever, and he was able to smelt these pieces of iron into what he wanted without even relying on the Spirit Flame Transformation Technique. More than a dozen pieces of iron floated in the air like this, turning into red molten iron little by little, but these molten iron floated in the air, they even turned into golden red, and a trace of phoenix flame was controlled by Ye Xueyan into these molten iron made of steel pole gold, changing the structure of these steel pole gold from the inside, allowing them to have a trace of the characteristics of a phoenix flame.

But the molten iron has not been transformed for a long time, it is like a river of flames falling from the sky, hanging upside down in the air, constantly tumbling, constantly emitting hot bubbles, sometimes turning into a phoenix soaring with wings, sometimes turning into a fierce tiger roaring in the sky, sometimes a flame dragon flying out, sometimes a Xuanwu lying in the magma, only occasionally a head and snake tail emerge. These visions continued to appear in this river of flames, but none of them were fixed, and one after another magnificent visions continued to appear, and everyone present was dumbfounded.

Everyone here is a master of playing with fire, but with such a powerful control, they ask themselves that at Ye Xueyan's age, this strength stage will never be able to do it, that is the state of being close to the flame to the extreme, only when the flame is integrated with itself, can the flame have such a magical presentation.

And the reason why this flame is constantly changing, the reason is that Ye Xueyan's heart does not have an accurate idea, although his path has been chosen, but how to better present this path, he still needs to explore some time. The flames are still conjuring up all kinds of magical scenes, but none of them can make Ye Xueyan's state of mind at this time clear, but he is not in a hurry, he is just constantly deducing, he believes that his flame will definitely pick out the best carrier to carry his path.

The flames disintegrated again after transforming into a troll, reverting to a river of flames, this time, the flames did not form a mythical beast or anything again quickly and ferociously, but slowly began to transform, and fire debris continued to fall down and fall back into the river of flames, as if a grandmaster was carving a perfect work of art with his heart, as if to give life to the work of art he had carved.

Soon, the flame conjured up a beautiful figure, which was obviously carved by flames, but contained a trace of cold chill, like the ice that would not melt for thousands of years, rejecting people thousands of miles away. Behind the girl, the river of flames was like a crescent moon hanging high in the sky, and she sat alone on the bank of the river, not knowing what she was thinking, and there seemed to be a hint of confusion in her eyes.

She is Han Yue'er, the person who thinks about Ye Xueyan day and night.

Seeing this flame-transformed woman, Ye Xueyan's heart moved, as if something had ignited somewhere in his heart, he moved his body, which had become a little stiff because of standing for a long time, and slowly walked towards Han Yue'er. When the flame girl saw Ye Xueyan coming, her confused expression gradually disappeared, replaced with a happy expression, and even her own coldness disappeared, and that beautiful smile made the surrounding iron fire grow flame flowers one after another, as if spring had come.

Ye Xueyan gently grabbed Han Yue'er's hand with his hand, the two looked at each other and smiled, the flame Han Yue'er gradually dissipated, and once again merged into the river of flames, and the river of flames gradually calmed down, and there was no more vision. Ye Xueyan stood still for a long time, as if he was reminiscing about something, with a happy smile on his face, he was reminiscing, recalling every picture of his past with Han Yue'er.

I am willing to dominate the world, just to make your smile forever.

The river of flames finally began to move, a circle of golden flames appeared around it, constantly squeezing inward, a rough sword shape appeared in it, the golden flames were still squeezing, the shape of the sword embryo was still changing, its shape was somewhat similar to the Holy Flame Sword, and some was similar to some of the other famous continent's supreme swords, while Ye Xueyan was frowning and pondering.

"You say, can the blood inflammation succeed this time?" Xiong Huan asked the others.

"He is still thinking about it, but he has already broken out of the scope of the Holy Flame Sword, and he should be able to get out of his own way, I didn't expect ah, Xueyan is still a love species, and after he succeeds in becoming a teacher, I will definitely go to the Tianhan Sect for him to propose marriage, and when the time comes, you guys will have to go with me, no matter which vein he worships in the end, whose disciple it is, he will be my personal disciple in the future." Jing Jing's nose was a little sour, if she robbed Ye Xueyan's disciple before, she was a little bit of a fan with the other two veins, and she was looking for trouble, now she is definitely because of Ye Xueyan herself, whether it is talent or temperament, now Ye Xueyan is more and more in line with her taste, and she likes it more and more.

Jing Jing glanced at Li Soul Death intentionally or unintentionally, but at this time, Li Soul Death was in a flurry, his eyes were a little fluttering, and he no longer looked at Ye Xueyan Refinery, as if he had drifted to a distant place, to the distant past.

Ye Xueyan's contemplation was over, he finally figured it out, his hands kept waving, as if a music master was directing a huge symphony orchestra playing a world-famous song, the golden flames in the air continued to leak out of the gaps, and the river of flames in the big tent was squeezed out of it, and then the gaps quickly closed. The shape of the sword embryo was shrinking, and it had been smelted from the shape of the giant sword to a normal size, and even so, almost eight pieces of iron had been smelted into it.

Jing Jing, Xiong Huan and Feng Yuhuang silently calculated in their hearts, if they made a sword of this size, the iron used would probably be about four to five, and judging from the amount of Ye Xueyan, the quality of his sword was far more than double that of a sword of this size. Moreover, the density of the material inside the sword will also be much larger, much stronger than a normal sword.

A few people were muttering in their hearts, although the sturdiness of the sword was much stronger than in the past, but was it appropriate to sacrifice weight in exchange for this attribute? Of course, they had seen Ye Xueyan's strength, but was it really necessary to do it to such an extent? Next, Ye Xueyan's actions let them know his intentions, and this intention also made them dumbfounded, and their hearts were full of incredulity.