"Can that sword be forged?" There are many villagers in Heitie Village who are beating drums in their hearts, this sword is related to the lives of the entire Heitie Village, if it succeeds, it will be avoidable, but if it fails, then it will be a catastrophe that will greet them.

"Who knows? But who else can we trust now besides believing in Chiba? If we want everything to be psychic, except for the sword-forging skills that have been passed down from generation to generation by the Ouyang family, we are helpless. ”

"But Chiba hasn't forged a sword for ten years, is it still possible?" Everyone's hearts couldn't help but beat a drum, a swordsmith who hadn't wielded a hammer for ten years could really forge that psychic sword?

"If it weren't for that one demon woman, how could Chiba have been abandoned for ten years? It's also my Black Iron Village that should have this catastrophe, and I ...... it at the beginning" An old man seemed to know some inside information, shook his head and sighed.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound spread throughout the four fields, and it was endless. Although Ouyang Qianye said that he had not forged a sword for ten years, this time the sword embryo was forged very easily.

Su Yi stood in the woods on the side, watching quietly. These people naturally chose a good place for forging their swords, which happened to be next to the stream at the edge of the woods, which was conducive to quenching the swords.

"Casting a sword is so exciting?" Su Yi hugged the white fox in his arms, full of interest. How can any man not want to be angry with fresh clothes and fight the sword in the world?

To the man in the stove, the strong muscles of the upper body bulged high, and each hammer went down, it looked the same, but the subtleties were very different, and the other man who was blowing the wind was sweating profusely, and his arms were thick like two giant pythons, and his muscles were knotted.

"Ding!"

"Wow!"

......

The originally crisp voice suddenly appeared a murmur, Su Yi frowned slightly, this voice seemed to be a little wrong, he was just a layman, but he still heard a trace of something wrong, not to mention those Black Iron Village villagers who had forged swords for generations.

"What's wrong with Chiba? Is it a mistake? This piece of material is already the last piece, if it fails again, then there is no chance of recovery. ”

Even the man who was blowing the wind stopped and looked at Ouyang Qianye.

"Don't stop, add fire!" Ouyang Qianye shouted, and then the huge hammer in his hand was raised high, as if it contained terrifying strength.

The blower man immediately re-blew, and the speed is getting faster and faster!

“......”

Ouyang Qianye's hammer was raised high and fell heavily, but no sound came out, and Su Yi felt an indescribable disobedience in his heart, which made him feel quite uncomfortable.

Suddenly, his eyes froze, because he clearly saw that the sword embryo on the platform was like ripples on the surface of the lake, from the blade of the sword to the tip of the sword, as if the man had smashed all his strength into the body of the sword, and there was no leakage at all.

"This sword-casting method ......" Su Yi's eyes flowed, as if he was thinking about something, "It is similar to the luck method that White Lotus taught me......"

There are all kinds of use of strength, but it is only one or two out of ten that can really be on the table, let alone a clever method, and the sword forging method of this man in front of him has reached a point of refinement, which has to surprise Su Yi.

The sword-forging master swung his hammer eight times in a row, and the entire sword embryo was in an extremely wonderful situation, and the fluctuations on the sword body had not completely dispersed, and the ripples from the tip of the sword echoed, as if they were blending.

"This is the ancestral top secret of the Ouyang family, the Eight Methods of Tattooing Clouds?" The people in the Black Iron Village behind him suppressed their exclamations, but they were still heard by Su Yi, "The Eight Methods of Tattooing Clouds? ”

When the ripples on the sword embryo calmed down, Ouyang Qianye saw the fixed cloud pattern on the sword body, and grinned, "Okay, the fire can stop, and then I can be alone." ”

When the wind man left, Ouyang Qianye suddenly picked up the sword embryo and slashed it on his arm, and the blood instantly spurted wildly, staining the entire sword casting platform red, and also dyeing the sword embryo that had just been tempered.

"What!?" Everyone was shocked, just now they thought that everything was done, who would have thought that this Ouyang Qianye would act like this, would he want to destroy the last sword embryo alive?

But Su Yi didn't think so, he saw a trace of joy in the eyes of the gradually big man, and even a hint of relief was hidden in it.

The blood was quickly absorbed by the sword embryo, and there was a little more bright red between those cloud patterns, which not only did not destroy the sword, but made the sword embryo to a higher level.

The villagers of Heitie Village finally breathed a sigh of relief, although the psychic sword had not yet been completed, as long as there was another secret method of the Ouyang family, it would definitely succeed, and the most important Eight Methods of Tattooing Cloud had been successful, and there was absolutely no possibility of failure for the rest.

Su Yi knew that this was not over yet, to be exact, it was the sword-forging man who was unwilling to end. But to his surprise, the sword-casting man actually put away the sword, and put the sword into the sheath, the furnace behind him seemed to be unable to withstand such a powerful heat, and it exploded in an instant, the flames soared into the sky, and the broken iron flew wildly, but as soon as it came into contact with the gradually big man, those broken iron pieces suddenly lost their strength and fell directly to the ground.

"Chiba, what's wrong?, why didn't you take the last step?" Someone from the villagers came up to ask, and everyone looked at Ouyang Chiba, hoping that he could give a satisfactory answer.

All they care about now is whether the psychic sword has been forged or not, and as for the furnace, who cares?

"The last step needs to be completed when those people come, otherwise it will be difficult for the psychic sword to achieve heart-to-heart communication. After Ouyang Qianye finished speaking, he returned directly to the village.

The villagers left with peace of mind, as long as the psychic sword could be completed, the rest was not important.

Only one old man seemed to vaguely see something, he looked at Ouyang Qianye's departing back worriedly, and a chill broke out in his heart for no reason.

"Little one, it seems that we will have to stay outside for a while, this village is not peaceful, let's not get involved in it yet. Su Yi said to the white fox with a smile.

The white fox also nodded spiritually, arched Su Yi's neck with his delicate little head, and licked it with his delicate tongue, Su Yi patted the white fox's body, and the next moment, he disappeared in place.

"That swordsmith seems to be hiding some secrets. Su Yi frowned, especially the last expression, which was too weird, so that Su Yi didn't want to appear in front of everyone for the first time.

There are many unknown existences in the mountains and seas, and they can't be simply regarded as the rivers and lakes they have walked in the past, nor can they just be seen as a world of demons, people here are still people, but there are many other existences, this is an extremely chaotic world.

"Little one, why don't I call you Bai Xue? lest you always call the little one, which is a little awkward. Su Yi suddenly remembered something, it seemed that he hadn't given the white fox a name for so long.

The white fox turned his head, as if in thought, before nodding.

"Bai Xue, in fact, I miss the White Lotus ......"