Three days to forge a sword of his own, Qin Ye naturally could not learn to forge a sword from scratch, so he naturally bought a ready-made good sword from Tie Zhu's hand, and on the first day he didn't try it often, just quietly held a few swords in his hand, constantly exchanging and wiping them.

Seeing Qin Ye's approach, Tie Zhu could only smile bitterly, after all, he had never seen anyone who could forge a sword like Qin Ye, it was like a child playing with mud, and there could be nothing but bringing himself a body of mud.

And the old man was also very surprised when he heard that Qin Ye was going to forge a sword by himself, after all, he had tried Qin Ye's ability, and he knew that Qin Ye was not ordinary, but no matter how talented a person was, it was impossible for him to learn to forge a sword in three days, let alone forge a sword that he didn't understand.

But no matter what, since they had agreed to Qin Ye's request, the two didn't bother him, but left Qin Ye alone with the sword, wiping it over and over again.

The first day passed in the night of wiping the sword.

The next day, Qin Ye finally put down the sword in his hand and began to pick up the hammer in the casting room and began the second step of forging the sword.

In fact, Qin Ye only had a feeling, when he released the Heart Sword under the prompting of the Immortal Sword God, he had a feeling that the monk really wanted to use his own power, not as simple as relying on spirit and divine soul, and in the end, the mind was the most important thing.

Under the power of the mind, everything in the outside world will appear in front of you without reservation, whether it is the spirit or the artistic conception or the most mysterious soul, the mind is the existence that can truly see through everything.

And the reason why the immortality he got at the beginning was that he had sword intent and immortal artistic conception retained on it, but he didn't have the kind of formation assistance contained in ordinary spiritual weapons, not because it didn't have it originally, but because immortality had been destroyed by near destruction, the reason why it could be retained in the end was entirely because the immortal sword god injected his artistic conception into it with his own mind.

So now Qin Ye has to do the same thing, that is, to inject his artistic conception into the sword, but the most troublesome thing in this process is that he needs to truly grasp the existence of his sword heart, and only by understanding his sword heart can he really start trying to cast his own sword.

I saw Qin Ye throw a sword that he had been looking at all day into the fire, and after watching the sword be burned red by the fire, he took the sword to the casting platform with pliers, and watched Qin Ye's hammer lift it for a long time, but he didn't start to hit it for a long time.

Because Qin Ye found that his heart was a little confused, he was worried about whether he could really create the sword he needed, but his heart was confused, let alone using his heart, and he even felt a little strange in the artistic conception that he was very familiar with.

In desperation, he had no choice but to put the hammer down, which meant that he had failed with the first sword.

I saw that after he put the sword into the cooling water, he returned to the sword he had wiped alone, but this time he did not wipe the sword again, but sat there quietly and looked at the few swords in front of him, not thinking about anything, not doing anything, just looking at the sword.

Finally, I don't know how long it took, Qin Ye picked up one of them again, walked to the fire, and reopened the sword.

And this time Qin Ye took out the red-hot sword, and finally hit the sword with a hammer, but he didn't seem to have the ability to control his strength at all, and when he hammered down, he could see that the red-hot sword was completely deformed, but Qin Ye didn't care at all, I saw that he was still hammering and hammering his sword.

Until the whole sword was completely deformed to the point that it was impossible to see the original shape at all, then Qin Ye put down the hammer again, returned to the original position and looked at the sword in front of him again.

Throughout the day, he kept repeating what was in front of him, breaking the sword, then sitting quietly at the sword, and then getting up and breaking the sword.

Seeing that Qin Ye broke the sword hammer he had beaten, Tie Zhu tried to stop Qin Ye's actions several times, but in the end he was stopped by his grandfather, so he had no choice but to do it.

In this way, the third day also came at the same time, early in the morning, Situ Yuxin came to the casting shop to check on Qin Ye's situation, but when she saw Qin Ye's appearance, the whole person seemed to have seen a ghost.

Because at this time, Qin Ye's eyes were not only bloodshot, but the whole person was more like coming out of a refugee camp, mixed up and down in tatters, and his whole face was covered with gray dust.

But Qin Ye still didn't pause and kept fighting the sword in front of him, and at this time, except for this sword, he seemed to be completely isolated from this world.

Just when Situ Yuxin wanted to wake up Qin Ye, she was stopped by the old man, and in the end she could only wait outside helplessly.

At this time, Qin Ye had actually reached his limit, three days, in just three days, he wanted to build the sword he needed, even Qin Ye himself felt that this was a fantasy thing, but he still tried, because he knew that he might fail if he tried, but he would never regret it, but if he didn't try, then he would really fail and regret it.

So in three days, Qin Ye completely devoted his spirit and mental strength to the only thing of the sword, at this time, he had already forgotten his birth, forgot his true purpose of coming to the Rift Sea, forgot Situ Yuxin and forgot himself.

In his eyes, only the sword remained, and under the sword, were the artistic conceptions he had always comprehended, whether the six artistic conceptions were fused or separated, Qin Ye hammered them into the sword in front of him one after another.

Yes, Qin Ye is very crazy this time to integrate all the artistic conceptions he has comprehended into the sword in front of him, but the consequence of this is often the mutual exclusion and destruction of artistic conceptions, and it is precisely because of this that he will become what he is now.

But no matter how difficult this matter was, Qin Ye persevered, and at this time, he only had the last sword he had picked before, and it was also the only ordinary long sword that did not have any formation and ability.

If he fails again this time, then he will really fail, and it can be said that he will not have any regrets, after all, this kind of thing is normal that he can't do it with his current ability, and if he really creates a sword that contains six artistic conceptions at the same time, it is really a bit scary.

According to his comprehension of the fusion of artistic conception, Qin Ye began to hammer and hammer his artistic conception into the sword.

First of all, the sword intent itself, with the sword as the body, this is the foundation of the foundation, then there is the artistic conception of immortality, and the source of immortality can be fused with other things, and then there is the circle, which draws the reincarnation and circulation of all things with the circle, and then the wind, which uses the informability of the wind to cast the change of water, and finally the dark artistic conception that Qin Ye has just understood, and uses darkness to integrate into it to hide everything he has done.

Originally, the sword made by Qin Ye still exuded a trace of unexplainable aura, but when his last hammer fell, the whole sword seemed to have lost all its brilliance, completely sinking into the darkness, the breath was lifeless and lifeless, like a piece of scrap iron, deformed and distorted, the only good thing is that this time it was not overly deformed, ordinary people can still see that this thing in front of them is a sword.

But whoever sees a sword with hammer marks all over it can't just like it.

"Haha, finally, I finally succeeded, I knew that there was anything else in this world that could be difficult for me?" Qin Ye said with a wild smile at the moment of success.

But soon Qin Ye fell to the ground exhausted, after all, what he consumed in three days was not just physical strength and energy, the most troublesome of them was the mental strength that he couldn't control, although building this sword was not as focused as the last time he used the sword move and invested too much mental effort at one time, but this time it was enough to make him tired.

After hearing Qin Ye's laughter, Situ Yuxin and the old man also rushed into the sword-casting room at the same time, but their eyes were respectively focused on Qin Ye and the sword he forged.

Situ Yuxin checked Qin Ye's situation and found that he had just fainted because he was too tired, so he was relieved.

It's just that at this time, she saw that the old man actually took the twisted sword made by Qin Ye and looked at it carefully, that attitude was no less than looking at a certain treasure, and he didn't want to let go of any detail.

"Old man, what do you think, Qin Ye said that he succeeded in building, is this true?, how can I look at his sword like a waste sword?" Situ Yuxin asked helplessly.

"Little doll, what do you know, waste sword? If the faint sword is a waste sword, all the ones I built outside are garbage that can be taken and thrown away, look at the point where this hammer falls, look at this special fusion technique, why didn't I think of it before? Is it really possible to do it until it touches that step? No, he did, it's true, he did it. The old man's eyes did not leave Qin Ye's sword for a moment, but he said that Situ Yuxin was stunned.

"Old man, can't you make it clear to me?What did Qin Ye do, why is he so tired?" Situ Yuxin really wanted to beat the other party directly and already fainted in the night, this old man actually only knew that he was looking at the rotten sword there, you must know that as a disciple born in a big force, she was still very clear about the appreciation of sword weapons.

Obviously, on Qin Ye's sword, there is no trace of formation, there is no spiritual power flash, and the third appearance is even worse than indescribable, if this sword is really a treasure, Situ Yuxin can be sure that the things created by those casting apprentices are better looking than Qin Ye's sword.

"How do I know how he did it, this kid is a freak, it's wrong not to be a freak, and if he hadn't struck his sword like this, I'd have wondered if he was the reincarnation of the God of Forges. The old man said helplessly.

"That's an exaggeration. Looking at Qin Ye, who had fainted, Situ Yuxin said with some tears and laughter.

You must know that the reason why Qin Ye had to build a sword of her own before was because of her words, at that time, she also felt that Qin Ye was too abnormal, so she said that, just to see if Qin Ye could really create a miracle, but now it seems that what Qin Ye did is likely to exceed her imagination.