The sword in Yan Jueling's hand was the sword that his father Yan Pianqian personally forged for him back then, but it was only limited to the material and the method of casting the sword, and it was only at the eighth rank.
Jian Nu frowned, and muttered while watching: "No, no... okay... the material is okay, but it's opportunistic, it won't take long... it will break itself!"
The old Tibetan sword man took a look at it, snorted coldly, and said: "The hot forging method can make a weapon quickly, but it can't last for a long time. It will cause problems after a few years... You, this sword of yours already has several hidden wounds. If an expert from Returning to the Void Realm attacks these places...here...and here...guaranteed to break it on the spot and lose your life in vain."
Everyone couldn't help being surprised, they took it over and carefully identified it. Sure enough, there were subtle and imperceptible fine lines on the sword body. If you didn't look at it this way, you wouldn't be able to find it at all. The words of the old man Cangjian undoubtedly saved Yan Jueling One life.
After finishing speaking, the old man Tibetan Sword threw the sword back to Yan Jueling, saying: "At most two years, it will definitely be broken, so hurry up and change it is the most important thing!"
Yan Jueling replied coldly: "My father passed it on, and it cannot be changed!"
Jian Nu was surprised: "Your father didn't want to kill you, why did you take this risk?"
Yan Jueling's eyes suddenly turned cold, and the others couldn't help breaking out in cold sweat, secretly thinking that this sword slave is really not good at dealing with people, and he can say such things.
Ye Qingxuan hurriedly stepped forward and said: "Then melt it and recast it. The original material, the original style, Brother Sword Slave can help add some materials and recast it."
The sword slave shook his head and said: "If you don't abandon the original material, you can at most make a ninth-grade long sword..."
"It's enough, it's enough!" Seeing sweat on Ye Qingxuan's forehead, he quickly agreed, and after saying "recast", his heart was shocked, and he suddenly remembered the other sword in his thousand receivers, which was entrusted to him by his master back then. The master's sword "Yue Ruyu" that needs to be recast quickly changed the subject and said, "By the way, senior, Brother Sword Slave, I still have a sword here, and I need the two of you to help discuss it."
"Is it your Lingling sword? I know..."
"It's not the Lingmiao Sword, but another... a sword that is more meaningful to the younger generation!"
"Bring me to see!" The old man Tibetan sword was suddenly moved.
Ye Qingxuan hurriedly ordered Huyan Yunzhu to fetch a thousand receivers, and when he pressed the box next to it, a sword as smooth as jade and emitting a faint moonlight popped out.
Seeing the sword, the old man said with a smile: "This sword is beautifully made, the material is good, but the grade is not high..."
Ye Qingxuan quickly explained: "This sword is a treasure of the master's family. Although it is not a famous sword, it is passed down by the ancestor Yuchan, and it is of great significance."
"Oh? So that's the case. Then this sword may have been passed down for more than a thousand years..." The old man of Tibetan sword picked it up with a smile, and picked it up while talking, and watched it carefully.
But for a moment, the old man Tibetan sword frowned and let out a cry of surprise.
"This... this is..."
Seeing the excited look in the old man's eyes, Ye Qingxuan hurriedly asked, "Senior, what's the problem?"
The old man who hid the sword waved his hands again and again, found a tool from the side, and after a while of fiddling, he took off the interlayer outside the hilt, revealing a row of fine inscriptions on the hilt.
The inscriptions were compiled in ancient times, and it is difficult for ordinary people to decipher, but the old man holding the sword in his hand was very excited, and Jiujiu said: "This sword was really made by our ancestor of the Bingjiamen. It is really unexpected, unexpected... "
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This time, it was everyone's turn to be surprised.
The old Tibetan sword wiped the corners of his eyes, calmed down and said: "Everyone, don't be surprised, haha, this sword was indeed made by the ancestor of our Bingjiamen Kaipai, but it's a long time ago, and the ancestor's craftsmanship was not formed at that time, it should be when he was young. Looking at the inscription 'Bing Jiatianxia', there is absolutely no problem with this handwriting and carving method. Unexpectedly, this sword was forged by the master. As a descendant of the master, I am really lucky."
Holding up the sword, the old Tibetan sword looked up and down, and sighed: "God's will, God's will. After the patriarch mastered the sword technique, he took back all his immature works in the early years and recast the top-quality sword again. It seems that this sword is not among them. But to allow me to meet again, I am afraid that the patriarch has a spirit in the dark, so that the disciples of later generations can fulfill his wish of monosodium glutamate."
The old man who held the sword turned his head to look at Ye Qingxuan, and said solemnly: "Good boy, this sword is handed over to me. Its material is 'gold, fine iron and jade', but the usage and ingredients are immature. I will definitely recast it." , making him a ninth-rank spiritual soldier is no problem."
Ye Qingxuan grinned, and said: "Since it is recast, it is a treasure of my master's family, and it is also the property of the ancestors of the predecessors, why not work harder and cast it into a magic weapon?"
God soldiers!
The old man Zangjian and the others in Zangfenggu were taken aback, Zhan Yu and the others also burst out laughing, thinking that this leaf can really open the mouth of a lion, is it a farmer's hoe to be a magic soldier? It can be cast if it is said to be cast.
"This... is not impossible!" The old man Tibetan sword smiled awkwardly, and said: "I have been here for a hundred years, and I have accumulated a total of seven meteorite iron blocks forged and pressed. With the old man's means, I have 70% chance to forge a magic weapon... But... "
"What?" Everyone was overjoyed and asked one after another.
The old man Tibetan sword said: "It's just that the melting point of the meteoric iron essence is extremely high, and it can't be melted and deformed without super strong furnace temperature. This is also the most troublesome problem in the past century!"
When they heard that this was the problem, everyone immediately lamented that casting was not their strong point, and they couldn't know how to increase the furnace temperature.
On the contrary, Ye Qingxuan remembered the combustion accelerant provided by Lu Botong when he was casting swords in Yunyun Valley, and said to the old man of Tibetan sword, the old man of Tibetan sword said with a smile: "That is the method of Tibetan flowers, I also have it here, but Even so, the temperature of the furnace is still a bit worse."
Ye Qingxuan said: "Ji Jun who forged the sword for me back then used the heat of the earth fire, and at the same time happened to encounter the glazed scarlet fire, so he was able to forge the Lingmiao sword, or... we tried to find the earth fire to forge the sword. ?”
"The Glazed Crimson Fire is rare, but even if we rush to Yunlan, if we don't have a hundred years, who would dare to say that we will meet the Glazed Crimson Fire again?" The old man Cangjian shook his head and smiled wryly.
Everyone suddenly fell into silence.
bang...
There was a sound of thunder in the distant sky, and the clouds were densely covered, and it seemed that a heavy rain was coming.
Looking at the thunder and lightning piercing the sky, Ye Qingxuan's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought: "If the fire on the ground doesn't work, what about the fire on that day?"
The old Tibetan sword looked up at the sky, and said in surprise: "Inducing the fire of thunder to increase the temperature of the furnace? There is this item in the ancestral method of the master, and this method is feasible... But this place is deep in the canyon, and it may be difficult to attract thunder and fire..."
Ye Qingxuan chuckled and said, "Don't worry about it, I have a solution..."
The old man Tibetan sword was overjoyed, and said solemnly: "This time is the thunderstorm season in Zhongnanshan. If you are sure to help me melt the essence of these meteorites, I am sure that within a month, your 'Moon Ruyu' and 'Lingmiao Sword' to forge a third-rank divine weapon!" Then he turned his head to look at the crowd, and said with a smile, "I also have the ability to forge everyone a weapon that is not inferior to the first-rank divine weapon!"
This promise immediately attracted cheers from the crowd.
What a magic weapon means to everyone is self-evident.
And speaking of magic soldiers—
Ruhua touched her Nine-Dragon Zen Staff, and touched her big bald head. She walked to Ye Qingxuan's Qianchao in a few steps, clicked it, and pulled out a pure gold like Wei Tuo pestle amidst the sound of the machine box. The stick, together with the Jiulong Zen stick in his hand, was passed to Mr. Cangjian, and he said proudly: "Help me dissolve these two sticks, and rebuild a water-milled Zen stick!"
Everyone didn't take Ruhua's casual movements seriously, only Zhan Yu and Ye Qingxuan were stunned on the spot!
The old man who hid the sword took it with a smile, his hand sank, and almost threw it on the ground, hitting his own foot...
"What's so heavy?" The old man Tibetan sword took a closer look, clucked, and almost lost his breath, "God... divine weapon? Or a seventh-rank high-level divine weapon?"
At this moment, the audience was silent.
There is no doubt that what Ruhua took out at this time was exactly the high-level magic weapon that Ye Qingxuan and others hid left and right for fear of causing a round of martial arts catastrophe - Tianxiawumo!
Everyone's gazes that could kill people all stared at Ye Qingxuan in unison...
If this treasure is used early, how many crises can be resolved!
Ye Qingxuan swallowed, sighed in embarrassment, and finally said: "Hey... forget it!"
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Anyway, Ruhua finally let go of Shenbing's plan of "there is no demon in the world".
It is already a high-level magic weapon, even if it is melted and recast, it may not break through the original structure, and it may even lose its rank. The materials are absolutely sure to be made into a magical Zen staff, thick, big, strong, and long!
Only in this way can the magic weapon of "there is no magic in the world" be preserved.
As for the origin of "There Are No Demons in the World", after Ye Qingxuan explained it, everyone finally understood. There are eight or nine chances, and this magical weapon cannot be kept.
But today, there is no such worry at all. The one who can snatch the magic weapon from Ye Qingxuan's hands is probably a peerless master like Luo Podi.
Ye Qingxuan helped prepare for the casting of divine weapons. Nie Xingxie, Meng Yuanyun, Zong Xuan and others studied the [Shape and Bone Melting Rebirth Jue] taught by Li Daozong and recuperated in the valley. Poison, Ye Qingxuan and Li Daozong are going to evolve that wonderful sword again...
As a result, the entire Zangfeng Valley fell into a busy state.
Time was running out, Zhan Yu led Gui Biesheng, Huyan Yunzhu and Zheng Yunbiao, and under the guidance of Feng Qingqing, entered the Hedong Mansion first to check the enemy's real situation.
The "backer king" Huangfu's obedience is not their main goal, but Li Moyin is.
The sun shines in the east, and life is full of fiery and vigor.
Zhan Yu and the others followed Feng Qingqing and walked out of Zhongnan Mountain with ease, to the Hedong Mansion on the bank of the Luoshui River at the southern foot of Zhongnan.
When the sun climbed into the sky, Zhan Yu and his party just walked into the city gate.