Seeing Xu Wenchuan and Sun Xiaoya, both of whom had aggressive looks on their faces, Wan Dong swallowed his saliva, took two steps back, and said with a dry smile: "Grandpa, sister Xiaoya, you won't kill me for a broken sword. How is it?"
"Broken sword!? You still dare to say that?" Xu Wenchuan felt that all the blood in his body rushed to his head, and he couldn't help but let out a loud shout.
"These two swords are just made by fusing and tempering a dozen broken swords I bought on the street. They are really not good things..."
Wandong was about to defend Xu Wenchuan a few words to calm down his anger. Liu Yunxi stood up suddenly, his face full of horror, looking at Wandong as if he had seen a ghost, and stammered: "These two The sword, you...did you really forge it like this?"
Wan Dong smiled bitterly, looking slightly embarrassed. "Actually, I am just familiar with sword-making for the first time. I am definitely not proficient in it, but it made Grandpa Liu laugh."
"Are you kidding? With your ability like this, who in the world dares to laugh at you? A dozen ordinary broken swords can actually forge two peerless magic weapons. Yaoting, you... you are going to defy the heavens!"
"Master, please temper this sword for me!" Wang Yangde finally couldn't hold himself back anymore and jumped in front of Wandong with the Chiyang Sword in his arms.
The Chiyang Sword has been with Wang Yangde for a long time. There is still a feeling between people and the sword, and they are very compatible. Wang Yangde asked Wang Yangde to give up the Chiyang Sword and replace it. He refused, but he could temper it and let the Chiyang Sword He is still very eager to have his quality jump to another level.
Wan Dong was about to answer, but Xu Wenchuan suddenly looked at Wang Yangde in surprise and shouted, "Wait, you... what did you call him just now?"
Not only Xu Wenchuan, but Sun Daobai and Sun Xiaoya were also shocked at this time. The famous Wang Yangde actually called Xu Yaoting his master. At this time, they were just shocked. But a few months ago, a year ago, they would have thought that Wang Yangde had gone insane.
Facing Xu Wenchuan, Wang Yangde did not dare to show any slightness. His face was full of respect. Without thinking, he knelt down to Xu Wenchuan and said loudly, "Wang Yangde pays homage to the master and wishes the master long life and good health!"
"Master?" Xu Wenchuan was stunned again.
Wang Yangde, however, raised his voice without any strangeness, "Thanks to Master for not abandoning me and putting me into the door wall. You are Master's grandfather, so naturally you are also my ancestor!"
"Yao Ting, this... what is going on?" Looking at Wang Yangde's seriousness, it doesn't seem to be fake. But his grandson turned out to be the master of the most talented person in the Qingyun Empire. This... In his opinion, this was really a bit of a fantasy.
It's no wonder that Xu Yaoting's previous performance really impressed him as a grandfather. Even if you want to forget, you can't forget it in a short while.
Wan Dong smiled bitterly, rubbed his nose and said, "Originally, I wanted to be a brother with him, but he was determined not to do it. He insisted on becoming my disciple, and there was nothing I could do. Grandpa, please get up quickly, Lao Rang It’s not good for people to kneel like this!”
"Ah? Yes, yes, Yangde, you... get up quickly." Wang Yangde is already so impressive at a young age. He will definitely make great achievements in the future and control the destiny of the country. Xu Wenchuan does not dare to have any respect for him. neglect. He quickly helped Wang Yangde up personally.
"It's incredible, Yaoting, I think you are probably going to become a spirit." Sun Daobai sighed repeatedly, feeling a little dazed. How did Xu Yaoting, who was originally undistinguished, grow to such an extent in the blink of an eye
The mysterious Qi, the skyrocketing cultivation, Wu Daozi's apprentice, Wang Yangde's master, and even the sword-making skills that made the Liu family blush, all of this made Sun Daobai feel like he was in a dream.
"Hehe... Master, look..." Wang Yangde handed the Red Sun Sword to Wandong with a smile.
Wan Dong took it and tapped the blade of the sword lightly with his finger, and a series of crisp sounds suddenly sounded.
"Yangde, if your sword is tempered and the impurities are removed, the size will change a lot. At that time, you may feel uncomfortable. Do you really want to do this?"
Looking at Wandong's serious expression, Wang Yangde couldn't help but hesitate. What Wan Dong said is absolutely correct. If the size and weight of the Chiyang Sword have changed, it will definitely not be able to fit him as well as before. This will also affect his sword practice. This is by no means a matter of course. Little things.
When Wang Yangde hesitated, Liu Yunxi took over the words and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter, right? Yaoting, can't you fuse several swords into one? The part removed by the Red Sun Sword can be used with other swords." Come and make up for it, isn’t it the same?”
Liu Yunxi really wanted to see Wandong forge a sword with Tao Qi, so he spared no effort to come up with an idea.
Wandong nodded slightly, this is a solution.
When Liu Yunxi saw it, he immediately turned his attention to Sun Xiaoya and said with a smile, "Miss Xiaoya, I wonder if you can give up your love and give up your sword?"
Apart from the Red Sun Sword and the magic weapon, Sun Xiaoya's was the only one left at the scene.
Without any hesitation, Sun Xiaoya immediately took out the sword, handed it to Wandong with a smile, and said: "Brother Yaoting, remember to give me one back. It can't be worse than Sister Ke'er's!"
Being blackmailed by his sister, Wan Dong was happy with it. Nodding without hesitation, he said, "I am asking people to collect purple gold. I will definitely satisfy you when the time comes."
"Purple Gold Sword!?" Sun Xiaoya was immediately overjoyed and nodded hurriedly, feeling very satisfied.
Xu Wenchuan couldn't help coughing. This boy was becoming more and more prodigal.
"Fan Wei, go back immediately and bring the sword mold for simply casting the Red Sun Sword." Liu Yunxi ordered.
Liu Fanwei responded and was about to leave when Wandong suddenly said, "Wait a minute, what are you doing with a sword model? Uh... what is a sword model?"
When Wan Dong asked, Liu Fanwei and Liu Ke'er almost fell to the ground. Everyone who made swords didn't even know the sword model. What's going on
Liu Yunxi, however, remained calm and asked, "Why, when you made the sword, you didn't use a sword mold?"
Looking at the expressions of Liu Fanwei and Liu Keer, Wandong realized that he might have made a common sense mistake. But if you haven’t used it, you haven’t used it. If you don’t know, you don’t know! In Xuantian Mingshen's sword-making skills, the word "sword model" has never appeared.
Wandong slowly shook his head.
Liu Yunxi suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Liu Keer couldn't help but opened her mouth and said, "If there is no sword mold, how can the molten iron be made into shape?"
Wandong frowned, and Liu Yunxi suddenly waved his hand and said, "Ke'er, don't disturb Yaoting. I think he has his own way. Yaoting, then... then you can start."
As he spoke, Liu Yunxi couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva, but his lips and throat were still a little dry and astringent... (To be continued)