At this moment, the young generation of the entire Murong clan looked at the figure on the stage with blazing eyes. With such skillful movements, people have to believe what he just said!

You must know that although the One Spirit Sword is the lowest level of the Spirit Sword, it is really a first-class treasure in this poor small town, a year ago, Murong Yuehu brought back the first One Spirit Sword from the Wind Spirit Sect, and the young people of the family at that time were not envious. They even spent a lot of gold coins just to touch the spirit sword.

But in the blink of an eye, a year has passed, and people as young as them have even threatened to forge a spirit sword by themselves. They were shocked by these words!

Stage.

That figure was still compressing the sword shape without hurry, and as time passed, three one-meter-sized pieces of Sanyang Xuantie had been turned into a two-meter-long iron bar. Murong Hanxin's soul power was still emanating. In a moment, he burst into tears, and suddenly the molten iron exploded and splashed all over the sky!

A teenager in the audience exclaimed, "It's over, it looks like it's a failure!"

"I don't know if he's in danger, this molten iron is so hot, if it is splashed on his body, it will be over!"

However, Murong Hanxin's face on the battle platform did not change, at the moment when the molten iron splashed, his back suddenly flashed with brilliance, and a pair of purple wings lightly attached to it, and finally directly substituted Murong Hanxin's body into the air!

Murong Hanxin, who was located above the molten iron, had a chaotic look in his eyes, and for a moment, he waved his hand suddenly!

The moment he waved his hand, the dark black palm prints rolled out, slapping directly on the molten iron.

"Bang bang!"

With the wave of the dark palm print, the impurities in the molten iron are also constantly removed. Of course, due to the strong spiritual power, many palm prints crossed the molten iron and slapped on the battle platform.

In just a moment, the marble battle platform was photographed with a bunch of large and small cracks. This kind of attack power makes the scalps of everyone in the audience tingle!

"Do you think your heart can forge a spirit sword!" Murong Yang said suddenly

When Xu was expelling the sea beasts that day, Murong Hanxin's performance left a deep impression on the second elder. Therefore, as soon as Murong Yang spoke, he replied: "Of course you can! I believe that Hanxin will not tell a lie!"

The Great Elder still retorted: "You mean that the current cold heart is already counted as a spirit swordsmith? How is it possible, the swordsmith that the Shangguan clan just invited is also a spirit level, and he is already over forty years old! Do you think that he can learn by relying on his seventeen-year-old age? Moreover, we have never given him any training in our family, and with an old man who does not know the origin, he can reach a spirit in a year, hum!"

The second elder snorted coldly, and then said: "You old thing, isn't it because people defeated your son and your daughter, that you have such a big mustard for others." Are you going to be shameless old man?"

The Great Elder was so sarcastically ridiculed, his face turned red, and he said angrily: "Second brother, your skin is itchy again!"

The second elder also did not back down, and said: "I'm still itchy, I haven't done it for a long time, I'll try it today!"

"Try it, try it!" the Great Elder replied with a tense response.

Murong Yang on the side looked at the two of them and smiled helplessly: "You two old men are arguing! If you have this time, you might as well think about how to deal with the swordsmith of the Shangguan clan!"

At this moment, Murong Hanxin finally stopped waving his palm print. And this successive blows made most of all the impurities in the molten iron disappear. Therefore, the molten iron at this moment is close to the size of a sword!

Looking at the slowly forming long sword, Murong Hanxin smiled slightly, and then waved his arm lightly, and suddenly the piece of Wulu Golden Light Stone was also directly thrown into the sword furnace, and after a stick of incense, it turned into a golden liquid under the scorching fire of the ice ember. This is, Murong Hanxin directly smashed the three bright water balls, fusing the cold aura released by them with the golden water into a golden water belt, and finally combining it with the iron sword!

"Bang!"

A low sound rang out, and the lid of the sword furnace fell heavily. The casting of the Spirit Sword has entered the final stage. Just wait for a moment to warm up, and you've succeeded!

Murong Hanxin looked at the tightly clasped sword furnace, and a smile also bloomed on his face, he looked up at Murong Yang, and said proudly: "How about it, your son and I have succeeded!"

"Is this really a success?" Murong Yang didn't know the process of forging the sword, so he also asked suspiciously.

Murong Hanxin glanced at Murong Yang and said disdainfully, "Dad, you really haven't seen it." Now it's still warm in the sword furnace, and it will be fine for a while!"

Murong said coldly, glanced at the people in the audience, and then said with a smile: "This sword will be given to you!

"Give it to us, Chill Young Master, you didn't lie to us, did you!"

"Yes, you really want such a valuable thing!"

Murong Hanxin nodded and said, "It's all a family, a spirit sword or something!"

After speaking, his gaze also moved to the sword furnace, and then with a wave of his palm, the lid of the sword furnace immediately rose into the air. After that, a long sword also slowly flew out of the sword furnace!

The longsword was about three feet. The body of the sword is a bright silver-white color, and there are gorgeous golden patterns circulating on it, making this sword luxurious and beautiful!

"I'm rubbing, it's so good-looking!" Murong Cang exclaimed.

At this moment, Murong Hanxin had an extra ball condensed with spiritual power in his hand, and then he turned around and said, "Where the ball falls, the sword will belong!"

After throwing it out, he turned around, only to see Murong Yu with a wooden face holding the spiritual power ball in his hand!

"Why don't you give this sword to someone else!" Murong Yu bit his lip and said slowly.

Murong Hanxin shook his head at this time. said: "It's all a family, since you got it, it means that it is related to you, and you don't need to push!"