"If you want to forge a holy sword, it's not that simple!"

I saw the middle-aged man put down the hammer in his hand, his hands hung quietly on the steaming black iron, and said slowly: "If you want to forge a holy sword, you must master the 'sword pattern'!"

The voice fell, and the middle-aged man suddenly crossed his fingers, his fingertips were entangled, and strange handprints were formed, suddenly the index finger was on the top, and suddenly the thumb was on the top, as these handprints continued to form out, the middle-aged man's eyebrows were in the position of the divine court, and wisps of spiritual power that were almost substantial were also pulled out.

With the change of the handprint, this is like a spider's silk-like spiritual power, outlining a strange change, suddenly like duckweed in the water, suddenly like catkins in the wind, until the middle-aged man has made hundreds of handprints, this spiritual power is finally finalized.

There is a horizontal bar at the top and bottom, and two shorter horizontal bars in the middle, just like the separation hexagram in the gossip!

As soon as this hexagram was formed, it fell on the Xuantie, and disappeared into the sword body in only an instant.

"Separation is fire, fire is the meaning of aggression!" The middle-aged man seemed to have gone through a vicious battle, sweating like rain, and said a little tiredly: "The sword pattern is divided into eight styles, Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, and Dui, each of which represents a blessing, just like this hexagram of leaving the fire, which is the sword pattern that represents the blessing of the sword qi!"

"The sword patterns are different, although their roles are different, but they can complement each other, even if it is an ordinary iron sword, if you have a sword pattern in it, it is enough to be comparable to a sword!"

At this time, the Xuantie Sword, which had been successfully shaped, had completely cooled down, and the middle-aged man threw it at Wang Rufeng and said, "Old Wangtou, come, try!"

"Yes!" Wang Rufeng nodded, holding the sword in his hand, after holding his breath for a moment, he waved it, and on the sword body, the sword pattern of the fire hexagram suddenly flashed, with the appearance of this sword pattern, the sword body seemed to be on fire, and the tip of the sword suddenly shot out a faint sword qi.

"Sword Qi Breaking Body!?" Situ Dashao, Qin Zhongliu and Yun Zhan were shocked at the same time, they couldn't imagine that this old man was actually a swordsman who had reached the sword qi breaking body, you must know that in the entire Black Stone City, there was only such a swordsman as the city lord Jiang Tianbai!

"The sword qi of the bullshit breaks the body!" the middle-aged man debunked: "The old king's head is just an innate realm!

Wang Rufeng was quite honest, nodded and said: "I am just a congenital fourfold heaven, and I can emit sword qi, completely relying on this Xuantie sword forged by my master!"

"That's right!" Yun Zhan nodded secretly in his heart, just now he saw Wang Rufeng shoot out the sword qi with his sword, so he mistakenly thought that he had reached the realm of a sword qi that broke the body, but the real swordsman, the sword qi shot out was enough to penetrate the stone wall of this tower, but the sword qi that Wang Rufeng had just shot out was just a faint touch, and it was impossible to even leave a trace on the stone wall!

"With your innate fourfold heaven realm, you can emit sword qi, although there is no lethality, but it also has at least one or two percent of the bonus!" The middle-aged man took back the Xuantie sword, stretched out his hand and stroked the sword body, as if he was caressing the skin of a baby, and said slowly: "It seems that I, Xu Hao, have finally barely stepped into the category of a four-grade swordsmith!"

"Four-grade swordsmith?" Yun Zhan wondered.

Xu Hao, a middle-aged man, explained: "According to the grade of the sword cast, the swordsmith is also divided into nine grades, and those who can cast the primary sword are the junior swordsmiths, and the middle swords are the second-grade swordsmiths, and so on. ”

"It's a pity that your kid is still a novice, this Xuantie was previously refined by you, otherwise Lao Tzu would definitely be able to cast this Xuantie Sword into a primary holy sword, unlike now, it can only be regarded as the best of the best!" Xu Hao looked at the Xuantie Sword in his hand regretfully.

"Bullshit!I just knocked it with a hammer a few times, and it broke the Xuantie!" Hearing that Xu Hao blamed himself for failing to cast the Xuantie Sword into a junior holy sword, Yun Zhan suddenly sneered: "Obviously, you didn't get home, and you are still bragging there!"

"Give it to me!" Yun Zhan stretched out his hand to Xu Hao and said, "You said before that this dark iron belongs to me!"

"Do you know how much this high-grade sword is worth?" Xu Hao held the Xuantie Sword tightly in his hand: "At least it is worth five second-grade heaven and earth elixirs, you kid just took a few strokes with a hammer, and you actually wanted to take it!"

"Then I don't care, your dignified sword-casting master, what you said is like water spilled out, since you said before, this dark iron belongs to me, then this cast dark iron sword naturally belongs to me!" Hearing Xu Hao say that this dark iron sword is worth at least five second-grade heaven and earth elixirs, Yun Zhan is even more reluctant to give up, even if he doesn't exchange it for money, it is good to use the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" to devour it, a high-grade sword, not to mention that it is still made of dark iron, and the gold sharpness contained on it must be a lot!

Xu Hao didn't back down, and shouted: "Bullshit! According to the rules of our Sword Casting Valley, whoever forged this sword will own it, this Xuantie Sword is cast by Lao Tzu, and even the invincible valley master of our Sword Casting Valley can't rob ...... it."

"Oh no!" Xu Hao's face suddenly changed after he said the name 'Dao Invincible'.

And at the same time as the words 'Dao Invincible' came out of Xu Hao's mouth-

"Boom!-"

The entire tower suddenly shook violently, as if there was an earthquake, and it continued to sway, and fierce fire dragons erupted from the chimney.

When this sudden change occurred, everyone hurriedly dodged, worried about being hit by the pond fish.

"Damn! It's making trouble again!" Xu Hao slapped his palm on his mouth and cursed: "It's all your stinky mouth, you know that you can't say the name of the valley master, and you still say it, which makes it make a fuss again!"

While Xu Hao blamed himself, he stretched out his hand and summoned the three jade jars containing the blood of beasts on the table, and regardless of the value of these jade jars, he directly smashed them on the stone wall.

"Whoa!—"

At the same time that the jade jar hit the stone wall, it suddenly shattered, and the beast blood contained in it suddenly overflowed, flowing into the grooves on the stone wall, and the stone wall made of this soul stone seemed to be extremely extraordinary.

After the beast's blood flowed into the groove, it did not flow out, but slowly flowed down the groove into the chimney.

As the blood of the beast flowed in, a dazzling red light suddenly appeared in the chimney, and as the red light rose, the fire dragon that spewed out suddenly flowed down the chimney back down the chimney in an instant.

After the fire dragon disappeared, the tower, which had been shaking violently, finally calmed down.

After experiencing this mutation, everyone turned pale with fright, and they didn't understand how Xu Hao could cause such a mutation just by saying a name.