Fang Yun looked curious, and approached Wang Baobao's side, the Song Cheng brothers were also attracted by this casting scene, and they didn't care about ridiculing Fang Yun anymore, so they also moved closer to this side. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Who knew that Fang Yun hadn't taken a few steps, and suddenly hit an invisible wall, the whole person was shocked, and he couldn't move forward half a step, and the Song Cheng brothers also seemed to have hit something, and they couldn't move forward, and the two of them were surprised.

Wang Baobao turned around, looked at Fang Yun and said with a smile: "It turns out that Senior Brother Fang is here, you are really early! Come in and stand beside me, you won't feel so stuffy." ”

With a wave of the sleeves of his robe, he didn't know what to do, the resistance in front of Fang Yun suddenly disappeared, and he walked forward, and when he came to his side, he felt that the heat here had dropped sharply, and it was not as hot and unbearable as outside.

The Song Cheng brothers also wanted to follow in, but saw Wang Baobao's face sank: "Shall I let you two follow up?"

With a wave of the sleeves of his robe, Fang Yun saw it clearly this time, it turned out that Wang Baobao was holding a small flag in his hand, and with a wave, a gust of wind blew out, and the two of them were shocked, as if they were blocked by an invisible wall, so they could only show embarrassment, smile at Wang Baobao, and wait outside sweating.

Wang Baobao affectionately took Fang Yun's hand, pointed to the small flag in his hand and said with a smile: "Senior brother, this Ling Qi was given to me by my master, so that I can manipulate the formation in this sword casting room, so let's make some preparations first." You see this is where the eye of the formation is, and when I stand here, there will be a wind blowing out, and the heat will be resisted, so that I can stand here and command steadily, otherwise I will have to resist it, and it will be uncomfortable!"

As Wang Baobao stretched out his fingers, Fang Yun saw some shiny veins crisscrossing the ground, thinking about what kind of formation it was, and the position he was standing in was indeed cooler, and it was also closer to the burning furnace, it seemed that this was really the effect of the formation.

For a while, I was very curious about the mystery of the way of casting, and it seemed that there was a lot of knowledge in it, and I was looking forward to the next master Jiao Zan was about to demonstrate the art of striking iron and sword-casting.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were not many people at this time, Fang Yun gestured and asked Wang Baobao something about playing iron and casting swords, and Wang Baobao chose the main one to explain, so that Fang Yun could gain a lot of knowledge.

Originally, the entire Sword Casting Gate was built on a blazing volcano, and under the volcano was the raging fire of the lungs, and the ancestors of the sect led the power of the flames to the surface of the earth and distributed them to different places, and according to the status of the sect, they enjoyed the fire of the lungs of different qualities.

The closer you get to the main peak, the higher the quality of the Earth Lung Fire, and I heard that high-quality flames can reach a blazing white color, or even turn blue, or purple black.

For example, Jiao Zan is among the outer disciples with the highest sword-forging skills in the top tens, so he can occupy the top 100 earth lung fire sources, and the fire sources here can reach up to red red under the full pull of the bellows, which is also quite good.

Speaking of this, Wang Baobao patted Fang Yun on the shoulder and said proudly: "Our master's sword-casting skills are extremely superb in the Sword Casting Palace, if it weren't for the last Sword Casting Palace and the Sword Carving Palace, he would have been promoted to the inner gate long ago."

Hey, hey, hey, there's still five years left in the ten-year two-palace competition, let's follow the master well, and when he is promoted to the inner gate, let's follow the promotion!"

Fang Yun blinked, thinking that these news were too useful to him, it seemed that he had really bet on the right treasure to make a friend like Wang Baobao, if he had the opportunity in the future, he would have to repay this second senior brother!

After a while, the senior brothers came one after another, and the second-class miscellaneous servants and the first-class miscellaneous servants were clearly distinguished, and the second rank, who had an estranged relationship, stood outside the formation, sweating profusely and waiting.

If it is close, for example, Fang Yun stands on the periphery of the formation because of Wang Baobao's relationship, and there are only about two or three of these people, and their status is equivalent to the candidate of the first-class miscellaneous servants.

And there are only two real first-class miscellaneous servants, in addition to Wang Baobao, there is another white-faced young man with a cold appearance and some childish temperament, standing there with a calm face, as if exuding a cold air, Wang Baobao respectfully stepped forward to salute him, Fang Yun heard and shouted to him: "Senior brother." ”

The senior brother just nodded slightly, looking like his eyes were above the top, and Wang Baobao's eyes seemed to be unhappy, but it was only a flash.

Fang Yun was secretly careful, it seemed that this senior brother's strength was not small, and when his eyes opened and closed, he was by no means something he could easily provoke.

After waiting for a while, the flames in the oven finally burned from red yellow to crimson, and the four handymen who dragged the bellows were tired and paralyzed.

At this moment, Master Jiao Zan finally walked in, and the miscellaneous servants hurriedly bowed and saluted, shouting, "Master." ”

Fang Yun also bowed and saluted.

Jiao Zan nodded, stood in the formation, his eyes swept around, and when he saw Fang Yun also standing in the formation, he couldn't help frowning.

Wang Baobao hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words to him, Jiao Zhan's expression eased, and the other party said: "Fang Yun, it turns out that you can't speak, your second senior brother has already told me everything about you." ”

Fang Yun chuckled in his heart, what was he thinking about me?

I heard Jiao Zan say: "...... When you started, you should have been selected as a second-class handyman, but because of this defect, you were demoted to the third class, and finally you, the child, knew hard work, and finally rose to the second class. Okay, you and I are destined, you just stand here and see how the teacher fights the iron sword later!"

As soon as these words came out, all the miscellaneous servants couldn't help but cast envious glances at Fang Yun, especially Song Cheng and Song Shan were even more surprised with a hint of jealousy, even the senior brother of the first-class miscellaneous servants glanced at Fang Yun lightly, but quickly turned his gaze away.

Fang Yun was greatly surprised, and hurriedly bowed to Jiao Zhan, and quietly looked at Wang Baobao.

Wang Baobao winked at Fang Yun, although he knew that he had good intentions, but this also showed that Wang Baobao was extremely well-informed, Fang Yun thought to himself: "This person is so shrewd, you must really interact with him in the future, don't offend him." ”

At this time, Jiao Zhan changed into a short dress of iron-cast sword, with a leather coat hanging on his chest, his two sleeves rolled up high, revealing his lean and muscular arms, holding a long iron tong in one hand and a pitch-black crucible in the other, and said to all the miscellaneous servants: "Today, I will demonstrate the technique of iron-casting sword for the teacher, and you must look carefully at what you have seen, and you must take it more seriously if you have not seen it." I'll just demonstrate it once!"

Everyone was in high spirits, and those C-class miscellaneous servants moved closer in spite of the heat wave, staring at Jiao Zan with their eyes, not daring to miss a single detail.

Fang Yun's heart was pounding, the long-awaited technique of striking iron and forging swords was about to appear in front of him, and he couldn't help but touch the position of his heart, feeling that the ancient sword was also moving slightly, and it seemed to be excited.