And the fusion of the souls of the two worlds of Yun Zhan made him condense the 'Initial Dao Fetus' before the Divine Court was opened!

Thinking of this, Yun Zhan still needs to observe the Divine Court again, but-

"You kid, you're quite bold!" A voice like thunder came, and the middle-aged man strode up to Yun Zhan's side and patted him on the shoulder.

Yun Zhan only felt a shock all over his body, and the arm that was firmly glued to the stone wall suddenly loosened.

Losing the external force, the Shenting Acupoint returned to silence, and Yun Zhan wanted to check the situation inside, but it was no longer possible!

"How's it going?" asked the middle-aged man.

"It's okay!" Yun Zhan shook his head,

Although he was absorbed by the stone wall with some spiritual power, but because there was an initial Dao fetus in the Divine Court, it was not a big deal, the key was that Yun Zhan found out that he was actually in the Divine Court, and condensed the initial Dao Fetus, which is not an ordinary trivial matter.

"It's okay!" The middle-aged man saw that Yun Zhan really didn't look like something was wrong, and said with a smile: "This stone wall is made of soul stones, as long as ordinary people touch it, all their spiritual power will be sucked dry by it!"

"Oh!?" Yun Zhan quietly looked at this soul stone, just from the outside, it was not much different from ordinary stones, I didn't expect it to have such magical power.

"How is it? Have you cast the dark iron into a sword?" The middle-aged man turned to look at the desk, and with a slight bend of his five fingers, he sucked the dark iron on it.

"Well, you look like you, you're much more talented than those two stupid boys!" The middle-aged man looked quite satisfied as he looked at the dark iron in his hand, which had been shaped into a long stick.

However, Situ Dashao and Qin Zhongliu, who he called 'stupid boys', looked depressed, especially Qin Zhongliu, looking at Yun Zhan, who was praised, with a faint fierce light in his eyes.

- I'm a big young master, but I can't compare to a stinky boy like you!

"Okay, you can stay in the future!" the middle-aged man said to Yun Zhan.

"Stay!?" Yun Zhan jumped to his feet and said hurriedly: "When did I say I wanted to stay?"

"Don't you really need money?" the middle-aged man said, "In the future, you will be like the old king, help me make iron swords, and I will give you the same amount of gold for every successful casting, how about it?"

Hearing such a generous reward, I am afraid that anyone will be moved, after all, it takes a lot of money to live!

Especially like sword cultivators, if they want to improve their strength, in addition to their own penance, it is best to take some heaven and earth elixirs, but how expensive the heaven and earth elixir is, this is a lot of expenses.

And the cost of Yun Zhan is even greater, the "Ten Thousand Swords Technique" he cultivated, it was like a bottomless pit, if he wanted to truly cultivate the immortal sword body, he had to devour tens of thousands of swords at least, the swords were different from the waste swords in the pit below, each one was extremely expensive, just thinking about it, you would know that this cost would definitely be an astronomical amount.

When the middle-aged man saw Yun Zhan, he was obviously a little moved, knowing that he would definitely choose to stay, so he issued an eviction order to Situ Dashao and Qin Zhongliu.

Qin Zhongliu pointed to the jade jar on the table and said, "Master, this ......"

"Watch the sword-forging process, right?" the middle-aged man remembered the reward he had promised, but he would not break his promise, and picked up the dark iron that had been shaped into a long stick by Yun Zhan.

"The so-called sword casting, it sounds like it's just a personal effort, but the real situation is not the case, if you want to cast a real peerless sword, it will take as little as a year, or as much as a hundred years, and it will take a lot of effort during this period, and how can you just have a lot of strength!"

Hearing this, Yun Zhan nodded secretly, just like the record in "Ten Thousand Swords", the sword is also alive, and the one who gives the sword life is naturally the swordsmith, the more effort the swordsmith pays, the better the grade of the sword!

I only heard the middle-aged man continue: "The sword is divided into nine grades, the first three grades are for the sword, divided into gold and jade, and broken by blowing, according to the sharpness of the sword, it is divided into upper, middle and lower three grades;

Situ Dashao and Qin Zhongliu knew that the middle-aged man's words were obviously said to Yun Zhan, because in the past year, although the two of them had watched his sword-forging process many times, the middle-aged man often didn't say a word, and he treated them as if they were air.

"What about the Holy Sword?" Wang Rufeng, who had always been silent, asked at this time, obviously, the middle-aged man who was the master had never told him.

"Above the holy sword, there is the divine sword!" the middle-aged man said as he walked to the stone wall, slapped his palm on it, and a fire dragon surged out again, obviously, his spiritual power was much higher than that of Zhiyun Zhan, but he would not be restrained by the stone wall.

"The Divine Sword Person, which contains divine spirits, is said to be enough to cut through the void!" I saw the middle-aged man put the dark iron in the fire dragon, and sighed slightly: "It's a pity that the divine sword is too difficult to cast, in addition to my sword casting valley can be cast, I'm afraid only the most mysterious Sword Worship Mountain Villa can create a divine sword!"

"Worship Sword Villa?" Yun Zhan asked, the name was really strange.

The middle-aged man replied: "Baijian Villa is different from my Sword Casting Valley, my Sword Casting Valley is mainly based on sword casting, and Baijian Villa is just like its name, it is said that they have a secret method, as long as they kneel down to the sword three times a day, recognize the sword, and worship it with their own beliefs, it is an ordinary sword, and after a long time, it can also be born with divinity!"

"This method is not good!" Hearing that the Sword Worship Villa actually recognized the sword as the master, Yun Zhan looked extremely disdainful, shook his head and said: "My generation of monks, I think I have a proud backbone, I don't worship the sky or the earth, the sword is just a tool in our hands, how can we recognize it as the master!"

"You're not right!" The middle-aged man said while taking out the softened dark iron: "It is indeed a bit self-degrading to recognize the sword as the master! But it is wrong to say that the sword is just a tool!"

"The sword is also alive, if you treat it well and treat it as your friend and relative, the sword can also feel it, and it will naturally treat you like this, but if you only use it as a tool, then how can it treat you wholeheartedly!" said the middle-aged man, placing the completely softened black iron on the iron table, raising the hammer and starting to beat.

"The sword is divided into nine grades, and the swordsmith also has a corresponding division, the person who can cast the sword is just a craftsman, such a person, as long as he is like me, he beats the hammer every day, and over time, ordinary people can achieve it!" The middle-aged man said, putting down the hammer in his hand: "And if you want to cast a holy sword, it's not so simple!"