Ji Wenming is completely based on the experience of forging copper chains to forge black iron ingots into fine iron, and then shape them into iron bars and iron sheets, this technique is rough and simple to the extreme, but the rest of the foundries do not have such skills in processing fine iron, mainly because they do not have the high-temperature magic flame that can melt fine iron iron pieces, and can only watch Ji Wenming temper the edge on the fine iron bar little by little.

The reddish iron bars were slowly carved into the shape of a long sword, but this sword looked very strange, the spine was crooked, and the blade was rough, because the hammer was not evenly beaten, and the difference was not enough, causing a lot of flaws, and most importantly, there were no ornaments such as the hilt and scabbard, which looked very strange.

However, although the work is ugly, Ji Wenming still puts it by his side, preparing to process the handle scabbard, he has never learned this thing, and can only follow the steps he saw the three senior brothers operate just now.

The swords of Tiemu and the other three senior brothers have already been cast, and at this moment, the three of them put their swords in front of them, and the master and uncle will judge the merits, and by the way, wait for this bullish little junior brother, although the work is not very good, but just now this kid smelted fine iron is full of power, and a caster can feel the extraordinary, of course, they have also been slightly affected.

Everyone looked at the bronze helmet and the copper hammer, waiting for them to announce the final results, the bronze helmet stood up and said, "Senior nephew, there is no need to go into further processing, I am ready to announce the results of the sword casting competition!"

Ji Wenming looked at the simple iron piece beside him, blushing for a while, he thought that it was easy to cast a sword, but after the actual operation, he realized that there were many problems in it that needed attention, and the slightest carelessness would reduce the quality of the sword, and even become a waste sword, he touched the iron piece in his hand, this thing was also very different from the most ordinary sword in his impression! It seems that he must have lost this competition, but who of the three senior brothers can win? He was also very curious in his heart.

Ji Wenming really wants to be promoted to the place of caster, but the casting apprentice may be more suitable for him, for the problem of this place, he was originally fateful, but he was forced by the copper hammer, encouraged by the iron rod brother, he tried hard, in this game he learned a lot of things, enough for him to digest for a period of time, such as the casting of the sword and the processing of the parts of the sword body, such as the strength of the caster operation method, such as not seeking the limit, the suitable is the best,

These knowledge and truths need to be slowly comprehended and integrated into their own personal practice before they will eventually become the food of Ji Wenming, even so, he can be regarded as benefiting a lot, so at this moment, there is no deeper obsession with the quota of casting apprentices and foundry masters.

He simply threw the ugly piece of iron at his feet, sat upright, and waited calmly for the bronze helmet of his uncle to announce the results.

The bronze helmet looked at the four young people, his eyes were deep, he saw through their thoughts and all his little calculations, and also saw the calmness and naturalness of Ji Wenming, and nodded secretly in his heart: "This kid is really a pure heart! ”

The bronze helmet looked around, saw the expressions of everyone on the field, and then said: "This competition...... Bronze wins!"

Tie Mu looked at the ugly long sword in front of Ji Wenming, and then looked at the beautifully decorated and well-forged long sword in front of him, and couldn't help but get up and protest: "Master, the little junior brother has extraordinary firepower, but judging from the quality of the sword cast, there should still be a gap between him and a few of us! I really don't think this iron bar looks like a sword, have you ever done it yourself?"

The iron rod was silent, he felt that the casting strength was enough, but it was not as good as the two senior brothers beside him, since he couldn't get the quota, he could only practice the technique once, and he had no complaints, but the iron plate nodded again and again, thinking that what the senior brother Tiemu said was good, and the magic gold bar cast by the little junior brother of the uncle's family was too ugly, and it looked like everything, but it didn't look like a sword.

Even the surrounding apprentices nodded secretly, supporting Senior Brother Tiemu's words, because Ji Wenming's sword was indeed too ugly.

Ji Wenming was about to speak, the bronze helmet had already walked in front of the four people, he paused, a force came out, the iron sword cast by Ji Wenming was shaken, and naturally jumped up and fell into his hand, the copper helmet carefully looked at the three-foot-eight inch long iron bar at close range, the sword body was crooked, the hilt was rough, shook his head, and nodded.

The bronze helmet asked, "What is the sword, and what is it used for?"

Ji Wenming saw him asking, so he replied: "The sword is a murder weapon, used to protect yourself!"

The bronze helmet looked at the iron rod, and the iron rod said with a dark face: "The sword is a weapon, and it is used to kill people!"

The bronze helmet looked at the iron plate again and asked him, "What is the standard of a good sword?"

Tie Pan didn't know the meaning of the bronze helmet's words, thinking that he was giving himself a chance to defend himself, so he looked at the ugly sword cast by Ji Wenming, frowned and thought for a moment, and said: "A good sword must have a stable center of gravity, be impartial, the handle should be firm, not slippery or greasy, the sword body should be sharp, invincible, beautiful in appearance, solemn and mysterious......"

His answer was too verbose, the bronze helmet looked at Tie Mu, motioning for him to answer this question, and Tie Mu said: "The sword is used to kill, and the first criterion is sharpness, but if it is too sharp and the toughness is not enough, it is easy to break, so the standard of a good sword is to be tough and hard!"

Tiemu threw away the appearance of the sword, the center of gravity and other elements, and only mentioned the sharpness and tenacity of the sword, revealing the core key of a good sword, a sharp weapon for killing, tenacity and sharpness are enough, the appearance is beautiful or not, and the center of gravity is stable and unstable, all of which are secondary.

The answer was so simple and clear that the bronze helmet nodded, and he spoke again, "Now, you three raise the long swords you forged!"

Tiemu and the others were at a loss, and they raised the long swords in their hands, and in the faint firelight, the three swords had their own strengths and characteristics.

Ironwood's sword is three inches long, and the sword body is engraved with square lines, these mysterious lines can make the sword body more stable, and bronze weapons must be shorter if they want to be tough and sharp, so the sword is three inches longer not only shows that he has excellent casting skills, but also shows that he has also been quite involved in enchantment.

The iron plate sword is wide and thick, it looks like a fat man in the sword, and the sword body is also carved with a lot of corrugated lines, this sword is more tough and not easy to be damaged, and when pierced into the human body, the sword body pattern is conducive to bleeding, making the sword easier to pull out, obviously taking into account daily use, and it is also a good sword.

The sword of the iron rod is decent, and it doesn't look distinctive, compared to the two senior brothers, he obviously hasn't integrated his life experience and thinking into the casting, which is slightly inferior.

These three swords are all qualified good swords, and if they are hung outside, they can sell at least dozens of gold crystals, but at this moment, with a wave of the bronze helmet arm, everyone only felt a flash of silver light in front of them, and then the six crisp sounds of "Dangdangdang" sounded in their ears, and then looked at the past, only half of the broken sword was left in the hands of the three senior brothers, and the blade fell to the ground.

But it turned out to be the bronze helmet's ugly sword that slashed into the sword of the three people of Tiemu in an instant, and the first three sounds were the sound of the sword body breaking, and the last three sounds were the sound of the sword body falling to the ground.

With a wave, the ugly sword of Xi Wenming cut the three bronze swords into six sections, and the bronze helmet looked down at the blade of the ugly sword, although it was not evenly beaten, but at this moment the blade of the sword was unscathed,

Everyone took a long breath of cold air and sighed, "Why is this sword so sharp?"

Bronze Helmet shook his head and said, "Now, you three know why Tongde won, right?"