Zhong Tai carefully measured his height, arm span, leg length, upper and lower body proportions, and palm size, etc., and then asked Yi Zixuan about his habits and preferences for using swords as a reference for the specifications of sword casting.

Zhong Tai memorized the data, closed his eyes, and said something in his mouth, as if he was calculating something.

After a while, Zhong Tai was already confident, opened his eyes, and looked again to see if the things that needed to be prepared were complete, and after confirming that they were correct, he waved his hand very confidently and said, "Let's start." ”

Bang Dang!

Yi Zixuan followed the sound and saw that the black ore had been put on top of the furnace by Zhong Xing.

The fire of the casting furnace burned completely, and only then did Yi Zixuan notice that the furnace was sealed on all sides, and only on the outer side of the bottom there was a circular fire inlet with a circle of one foot, and the crimson fire was faintly visible.

However, the casting furnace itself was not capped, and red and blue flames continued to spit out from the furnace mouth.

Even the air around the furnace mouth was distorted by the high temperature, which showed that the temperature of this flame was so high that if it was just ordinary iron ore, it would have turned into molten iron in an instant.

At this time, the black stone melted a corner, revealing a silver light.

Half an hour later.

Yi Zixuan was about to fall asleep when he saw it, and the black stone had just melted the stone skin wrapped outside, and finally a silver piece of iron was left.

Immediately afterward, a white pincer that emitted bursts of cold air like jade, undaunted by the high temperature that was enough to melt gold and wrought iron, firmly fixed the gold and iron to the furnace fire.

He even pressed the flame faintly on his side, and fixed the golden iron smoothly on the fire.

At the other end of the pliers, there is a bronze strong hand, at this time Zhong Tai has already taken off his shirt and is naked, revealing a body of uneven and convex muscles, and the whole person reveals an indescribable strong temperament.

Yi Zixuan's eyes widened, staring carefully at Zhong Tai's every move.

Although he knew that Uncle Zhong wanted to help him cast a weapon, Yi Zixuan never knew how this weapon was cast, and now that he finally had this opportunity, he had to take a good look.

I saw that Zhong Tai's other hand was a black sledgehammer the size of a human head, and the sledgehammer danced, piercing the air with the sound of whirring wind, I am afraid that it weighed thousands of catties, and it was difficult for ordinary people to wield.

The hammer head was flattened, slamming heavily on the silver iron, sparks splashed everywhere, making a sound of gold and iron, but it was not very big in Yi Zixuan's ears.

Obviously, this is the result of Jong-tae's deliberate control.

The hammer surface and the iron block are closed at the touch of a touch, and after recovering to a certain height, they roar down again, so that the reciprocating hammering sound, the endless impact sound, is full of a strange rhythm, and the rhythm is distinct.

As if every hammer was meticulously crafted, it was the same, deeply embedded in Yi Zixuan's heart.

"Okay, increase the fire—" Zhong Tai suddenly shouted in a deep voice.

Hearing his father's words at this time, Zhong Xing's originally tired face was immediately shocked, and he quickly filled a small pile of black charcoal at his feet from the fire inlet at the bottom of the furnace, and his hands danced continuously, and on a pair of fleshy palms, there was a faint white light flickering.

With the movement of Zhong Xing, the clear and audible sound of wind continued to enter through the fire inlet, and the black charcoal block that had been filled in before also quickly took effect, and after the boy's blow, the fire in the casting furnace was obviously prosperous.

The fire, which could only affect half of the house, suddenly skyrocketed, filling the entire house, and the temperature had increased significantly.

Yi Zixuan also faintly felt that it was hot, and after the crimson flame flickered rapidly and continuously, it completely turned into a clear light blue in a very short time, and even the air made a crackling sound.

Not to mention Jong-tae, who is facing the fire directly.

I saw his eyes glare, and the red light in his originally black eyes suddenly flashed, and the fierce red vitality poured out from all parts of his body, forming a constantly circulating shield all over his body, which was enough to be a foot thick, condensed like substance.

Woohoo Woo Woo ······

The vitality quickly pierced the air between the surroundings, making bursts of sound that broke the air, which was extremely terrifying, like sharp arrows across the sky, blocking the scorching air flow that came directly in front of it.

Although most of the scorching air was blocked by Chung-tae, the temperature inside the house soon rose to unbearable levels, comparable to the hottest noon of summer.

"Are supernatural powers so strong?"

The flames set off a hot wind from time to time, with a slight rumbling sound, Yi Zixuan couldn't help but take a step back, and another hot wind struck, and he subconsciously took another step back.

Step by step, until he retreated to the door, he felt less uncomfortable.

Although I have never seen a supernatural person make a move, but I know the whole leopard at a glance, just in terms of the amount of vitality, the gap between the Dao Foundation Realm and the Consciousness Realm is indeed unimaginably large.

In fact, most of Yi Zixuan's guesses were true, but he overlooked one thing······

Now his cultivation is equivalent to that of a monk of the Dao Foundation, and he is not a weak person in the Dao Foundation Realm, and a large part of the reason why he has formed such a big gap with Zhong Tai is that Zhong Tai is not an ordinary supernatural person.

The strongest in Tianyang City is naturally the five Huang Ting Realm cultivators, and among the dozens of supernatural powers under them, they are also divided into three, six, nine and so on, and Zhong Tai, although he is not ranked at the top, at least he can be ranked in the middle of the stream, and he is not a weak.

And he is also one of the top casting masters in Tianyang City, although he looks deserted on weekdays, but he can hang out signboards and help people forge spirit soldiers, how can his strength be poor.

These things are not secret, the locals know a thing or two, and only outsiders like Yi Zixuan don't know about it.

Yi Zixuan sighed secretly in his heart, his eyes inadvertently glanced at Zhong Xing by the stove, and his mind changed instantly.

I saw Zhong Xing holding a three-inch-thick shield, even though the sweat kept pouring out, soaking him all over, and even the sweat the size of his little finger was evaporated by the high temperature, steaming hot, but he never left the casting furnace half a step.

"Even if my cultivation is not high, I can't behave too badly······

Yi Zixuan calmed down, his luck was weekly, in a trance, between existence and non-existence, the two seriousness lit up, and a faint silver curtain of one and a half inches thick instantly enveloped Yi Zixuan's whole body.

The feeling of the flame burning immediately weakened a lot, even though it was still a little hot, but it was already within Yi Zixuan's tolerance range, and he could still bear it.

So he gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, returning to his original position.

While!

While!

While!

While!

While!

Yi Zixuan just stood firm.

The speed of the sledgehammer in Zhong Tai's right hand suddenly accelerated, and the violent impact sound was deafening, and the silver dark iron essence also changed shape and began to lengthen in the continuous thrashing.

Gradually, one of the silver stripes slowly became sharp, while the other side slowly took on a round long handle, turning into a sword shape bit by bit under Yi Zixuan's gaze.

At the same time, a large amount of jade-colored green smoke continued to rise from the long strip, passing through the vents on both sides of the room, and was evacuated.

"Okay, copper—"

As the shape of the silver strip gradually changed to the shape of a sword, Zhong Tai commanded again.

Zhong Xing's left hand was still waving the blast, while his right hand quickly reached out to the black iron table behind him, grabbing a fist-sized piece of purple ore on it.

It can be seen from Zhong Xing's slightly revealing right hand that even if this copper has some weight, it will not make Zhong Xing work so hard, and he is indeed exhausted.

He was only about fourteen or fifteen years old, not much older than Yi Zixuan, but he had been holding on to the burning casting furnace for nearly an hour.

Thinking about it, Yi Zixuan thought that he couldn't hold on for so long.

Zhong Xing shook his right hand and threw the copper in his hand at Zhong Tai, "Dad, take it-"

The jet-black sledgehammer swung sharply, and when the copper flew onto the silver strip that had become a sword, it instantly pressed down, and with a muffled sound, the copper in mid-air was accurately hammered on the strip.

The blue flames erupted, but in an instant, the copper turned into a cloud of purple liquid, which slowly covered the entire sword body with the flip of Zhong Tai's left hand pincer.

In an instant, the sword-shaped strip changed from its original silver to a brilliant silver-purple, and the green smoke that originally rose from both sides of the strip gradually took on a hint of purple.