In the furnace, the scorching flame is burning, and from time to time the molten iron melts, falls to the bottom of the furnace, and mixes with the ashes.

"It's really backward craftsmanship, even inferior to the feudal period."

"But it can forge a sword comparable to alloy steel, and this is the use of internal forces in it."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

A few hours later, when the flames were extinguished, Jiang Ding opened the earthen stove, protected his hands with internal force, and took out a piece of red thick iron the size of a grinding disc from the bottom of the furnace and put it on the iron felt.

There was no need for an iron hammer, he gathered his internal force, and countless fine sword qi were generated, and he slapped it with one palm.

Bite!

Sparks splashed everywhere, and the large grinding disc was smashed out of a palm print several inches deep.

The Zhenzi Martial Arts are contained in it, and many fragile parts mixed with a large amount of furnace ash and unburned charcoal are directly turned into powder under the tremendous force of stirring back and forth, and gargle and fall.

Bite! Bite! Bite!

Jiang Ding's palms seemed to have turned into two sledgehammers, slapping in a row, and the coarse iron dough the size of a grinding disc was smashed by him, and it was clear that the palm prints had just been printed and then covered and folded.

In the continuous hammering, the impurities are precipitated by the vibration word, and the thick iron block the size of the grinding disc continues to shrink.

Bite!

slapped it with one palm, but it was smashed into a depth of less than half an inch of thick iron.

Jiang Ding glanced at the color of the thick iron, lifted it up and threw it into the furnace to continue calcining, panting slightly, closing his eyes to breathe, and recovering his internal strength.

"The vibration martial arts are very interesting, and it seems that they can have some reference effects on the completion of the "Eagle Take-off Sword Technique".

Jiang Ding remembered the progress he had seen in the cultivation room yesterday.

"Eagle Take-off Sword Technique" (Dacheng 47%)!

Since he obtained the tip of the Rusty Sword, his comprehension has been greatly increased, and even the fundamental technique "Eagle Take-off Decision", which is known as the first foundation-laying divine skill in the world, has not appeared a bottleneck, and it has been steadily improving every day.

He guessed that when he was successful in his exercises, he would not need the Blue Gold Elixir to meet the criteria for applying for the Banyan Special Scholarship.

After more than ten minutes of firing, half the size of a grinding disc of rough iron turned red again.

Jiang Ding dug it out of the furnace, and smashed it down with both palms in a row, shattering and precipitating any fragile and inflexible crude iron parts, controlling the carbon content that seeped in, making it meet the standard of fine steel, with both hardness and toughness.

Refurnace, forging.

After repeating this process more than ten times in a row, it took more than two hours for Jiang Ding's rough iron the size of a grinding disc to be hammered into half an arm's size, and then it stopped and threw it into the furnace.

After resting for half an hour, he grabbed out the red steel ingot and put it on the iron felt, held it with his left hand, and condensed layers of fine sword qi with his right hand and smashed it down!

Ding Ding Ding!

The right fist smashed into the red steel ingot like a storm, leaving deep pits, and the steel ingot continued to extend, turning into a strip, and then returning to the furnace to heat up, smashing out the hilt of the sword little by little, and the blade.

Long

A steel sword is formed, the sword is one and a half meters long, and the whole body is hot red.

Put it in the sink, in the sizzling sound, the white mist rose, and the sword body turned bright silver, Jiang Ding put it in front of his eyes, carefully observed the first sword he forged, flicked his middle finger, and the sound was crisp and melodious.

"A qualified steel sword can be put into battle without opening a front, and someone should buy it for seven or eight taels of silver."

Jiang Ding exclaimed.

"It's a pity, it's not enough for my manual fee, and the half-magic tool is about the same."

The main thing is that he is familiar with the process of forging swords, and he doesn't care about it, smashing iron ore the size of a skull with a sword and starting to smelt iron ore again.

The sound of tinkling in the Sword Forge Village was endless for a while, from noon to night.

No one came to complain, and many old neighbors even took a nap because of it, which was extra sweet, and the familiar feeling returned.

Boom~

After the day's work, Jiang Ding came to the door of the store with a stack of seventeen or eighteen steel swords in his arms, and threw them casually, and more than a dozen steel swords shot out and inserted them deeply into the shelves where the swords were originally placed.

"I'm basically familiar with it, the next thing is to smelt the spiritual metal, that is, the treasure material, use the spiritual metal liquid as the line, and engrave the formation on the steel sword, well, it's basically the deterioration of the first-order sharp gold array, the deterioration of the first-order wind array."

"The only problem is that I don't have treasures."

Jiang Ding thought about it, and glanced at the Golden Dao Gate monitor again, the black-robed man was still there, he hadn't moved for so long, and the Taiqing Shentie was in the ancestral hall not far from him.

"Okay, ruthless enough."

"You are a monk at the peak of Qi cultivation, why do you really want to learn from those high-level monks, and you will be in retreat for a few years or a few years?"

It's tricky.

If this person is in retreat for several years in a row, he can't accept it.

"The Golden Dao Gate has been doing things for him, collecting treasures for him, perhaps including flesh and blood essence, so that he can retreat without worries......"

Jiang Ding had one more thought in his heart, searching for Jianghu people with the sign of the Golden Dao Gate on the drone screen monitoring Yuejing.

It was easy to find a lot of them.

Approaching the old nest, the disciples of the Golden Dao Sect are very active in Yuejing.

Jiang Ding carefully observed and found that in addition to the disciples of the Golden Dao Sect who guarded the property, loitered, and stayed at home, there was a group of people who were the most conspicuous, they did not rob or kill, and once they found the disciples of the Wolf God Sect and the Eighteen Demon Sects in the South, they would be dispatched to arrest them.

When the number of people is enough, they will be transported to the Golden Knife Gate dungeon to be guarded.

The Golden Dao Sect is one of the six major sects, the right way, so it is not very conspicuous, and it has attracted many people in the rivers and lakes to applaud loudly, and their reputation has improved a little.

"Doesn't this black-robed man have close cooperation with the Marquis of Zhendong and the Wolf God Sect?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

"I don't let anyone go."

Among these people who fought against the Demon Sect, one of them was something he had seen from the Heavenly Machine Tower, and knew what it looked like.

Seventh on the Dragon and Phoenix list, 'Sea Splitting Knife' Wei Xian!

His face was indifferent, there was a bloodthirsty light in his eyes, he held a giant dragon pattern embroidered gold knife in his hand, and several Wolf God Sect disciples were smashed into the air in one move, vomiting blood, and he couldn't even get up.

After a while, dozens of besieging Wolf God Sect disciples fell to the ground, tied up by other Golden Sword Sect disciples, and put together with the more than 100 Demon Sect disciples who had been captured tonight.

"Think of a way, try to kill him as normal and reasonable as possible, and there are some people from the Golden Dao Gate, see if the black-robed man will go down the mountain."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, tiptoeing a little, and the figure disappeared in place.

In the night,

Houses are closed, and the streets are empty.

The warriors of the two realms of righteousness and demons fought here, and from time to time there were screams, and then returned to a brief calm.

This is war, a war of martial arts!

The Green Bull Palace and the Wolf God Sect put their elite disciples into a bloody fight here until one side completely gave up and recognized its dominance in the Central Plains, even if a new dynasty was established.

Soon, he came to the vicinity in his hidden form, and was thinking about how to do it reasonably without arousing the vigilance of the black-robed man, when a ray of Buddha light bloomed and stopped in front of Wei Xian, who wanted to take the captive.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, God has the virtue of a good life, why not let them enter reincarnation as soon as possible, why do you need to take them back to the mountain gate for custody?"

A tone full of compassion, uttering words that make the body tremble.

Jiang Ding glanced at the monk in front of Wei Xian a few more times.

The Zen master with red lips and white teeth, handsome appearance, wearing a robe, holding a golden Zen staff in his hand, and doing Buddhist rituals with one hand, I don't know how many Jianghu women sighed.

The fourth on the list of dragons and phoenixes, Pranyo Temple, 'King Kong' Fazheng!

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