The whole forging lasted about half an hour, and then it was quenched, and the gradually shaped sword embryo was put into a special liquid to cool, and then it was taken out for forging, and after repeating this several times, the sword embryo was finally finalized and turned into a small sword about a foot long. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After opening the small sword, Jiao Zan loaded the bottom handle of the sword with a spirit stone and drove it to fly around, causing all the miscellaneous servants to exclaim, but they didn't expect a spirit sword to be created in this way.

At this time, Jiao Zhan was sweating profusely, his hair was wet and sticking to his face, and he looked slightly tired.

After a few gasps, he began to take off the sword-casting clothes on his body one by one, and when the last underwear was taken off, revealing his sturdy upper body, Fang Yun noticed that there was a scar the size of a copper coin in his heart, as if he had been seriously injured back then.

I saw that he subconsciously reached out and stroked the scar, a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly picked up the hammer and smashed the freshly cast spirit sword to pieces.

"Master, why are you doing this?" Wang Baobao couldn't help but exclaim.

"Such an inferior spirit sword, what kind of face exists in the world, it is better to destroy it!" He had a gloomy face, as if he was talking about the sword, and seemed to be talking about himself, paused, his face returned to calm, turned around and said lightly: "I'm fine, go change your clothes and come back first, you take care of here first." ”

Everyone looked at each other, only a sneer hung on the corner of the senior brother's mouth, and he seemed to be a little disgusted by Jiao Zhan's reaction.

This made Fang Yun secretly wonder: "It's strange, this senior brother is so cold and arrogant, he doesn't even care about Master Jiao Zhan?"

After a while, Jiao Zan changed his clothes and came back, returned to his previous indifferent appearance, sat on the chair, and said, "If you have any questions about striking iron and forging swords, just come and ask me." ”

The miscellaneous servants breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to ask.

Fang Yun couldn't speak, just picked up the hammer and made a few iron striking movements, asked about the doubts of forging, and asked the key point, which made Jiao Zhan's eyes light up, and seemed to scratch the itch in his heart, explained a few more words, and at the end he glanced at Fang Yun more, and said: "You kid can understand this layer when you come to observe the iron striking on the first day, it can be seen that you have a good spirituality, if you have any questions in the future, you can come and ask me at any time." ”

As soon as these words came out, all the miscellaneous servants were in an uproar, no one expected that Fang Yun was dumb, and it was the first time to participate in such observation and study, and he could be so favored by the master, and they all threw puzzled and even jealous eyes at Fang Yun.

Especially the two brothers Song Cheng and Song Shan, they were so unbelievable that their eyes almost popped out.

Jiao Zan sank his face and scolded these miscellaneous servants: "What do you mediocre people know? The way of striking iron and forging swords is a talent, Fang Yun can grasp the trick on the first day of observation, how can his talent be ten times higher than yours? If any of you are not convinced, you might as well come down and compete with him." ”

Everyone was stunned, and suddenly Song Cheng shouted: "Master, I want to compete with Senior Brother Fang!"

"And my master, I want to try it too!" Song Shan couldn't help but exclaim.

Fang Yun waved his hand again and again, he really felt a little remorseful in his heart, he was just drilling in the iron-striking technique, and his heart was itchy and asked a few key points, but he didn't expect this Jiao Zan master to be so good, he actually loved himself so much, and it seemed that he was also an idiot who forged a sword.

But in this way, it is equivalent to the fact that it is impossible for me to keep a low profile, and I have been put on a high place, and I am jealous of a group of second-class miscellaneous servants.

"Senior Brother Fang, are you scared?"

"Senior Brother Fang, is it possible that you will only use your strength, do you dare to compete with each other?"

The Song brothers rolled up their sleeves and shouted with their hands on their hips.

Fang Yun was secretly angry by these two people, Jiao Zan opened his mouth and said: "Fang Yun, learning skills is also a kind of learning, you don't have to worry, just come down to learn a thing or two, so as not to be looked down upon by the senior brothers." ”

Fang Yun thought about it, since this was already the case, blindly retreating would make people look down, it was better to show a little bit of craftsmanship, in exchange for the favor of Master Jiao Zhan, and it was also beneficial to his own development in the door, so he arched his hand and stood up.

"Okay, the following examination is to test the iron-striking skills of the three disciples who were newly promoted to the second rank miscellaneous - Fang Yun, Song Cheng and Song Shan. ”

With Jiao Zhan's order, the three of them stepped forward one after another, changed into iron-striking equipment, selected their favorite pig iron ore from the ore tank, learned from Jiao Zhan's previous practice, put it in the crucible, and sent it into the furnace.

Fang Yun thought to himself, if he used the mysterious hammer technique, he would inevitably frighten everyone, not only to win, but also not to appear too exaggerated, he could only use the thirty-six tricks of iron striking techniques taught by Fang Cai Jiao Zhan, and he couldn't use it too coherently, he had to look a little jerky.

In this way, this competition is not easy to do, how to be seamless and hide from masters like Jiao Zan is really a problem.

Fang Yun closed his eyes and pondered here, Song Cheng and Song Shan over there couldn't wait for a long time, and they wanted to show themselves in front of the miscellaneous servants and win Jiao Zhan's favor, so they hurriedly put the crucible into the fire, and when it was red, they quickly took it out and forged it with an iron hammer.

There was a sound of ping-pong hammering, the two of them were tall and strong, and they swung the hammer and smashed it hard, which was quite imposing, attracting some new C-class miscellaneous servants to applaud one after another, which made the two even more energetic.

Only a small number of handymen who have studied with Jiao Zan for a long time shook their heads slightly, they knew that striking iron did not rely on all their strength, and the real way of striking iron was to pay attention to both rigidity and softness.

At this time, a stick of incense had already burned a little half, the two of them sweated like rain, and a lot of impurities in the pig iron ore were also removed, and a trace of light belonging to the iron essence was already looming.

The two of them were extremely proud, it turned out that they did have some skills in striking iron, and they had been quietly practicing when they were in the third class of miscellaneous labor, this set of iron-striking actions was extremely skilled, and they were not stunned young people who had no ability, otherwise they would not dare to call a battle with Fang Yun.

On the other hand, Fang Yun was still pondering, the pig iron ore in the crucible had been burned red, so he slowly took it out, slowly knocked it a few times with an iron hammer, and sent the ore back to ponder again.

This scene not only made the C-class miscellaneous servants look wonderful, but even the two first-class miscellaneous servants, Wang Baobao and the senior brother were also a little puzzled, and they didn't know what kind of fame Fang Yun had made.

Only Jiao Zan was squinting slightly, looking at Fang Yun's appearance, revealing a thoughtful expression.