The old man's eyes suddenly burst into a ray of splendor. Then he opened his mouth and laughed out loud.
"Your name is Xia Yan, right?!"
Xia Yan looked at the old man in surprise, not understanding why he was laughing, and soon heard him question again.
"Yes, the disciple's name is Xia Yan!" Xia Yan still replied respectfully.
"Well, I heard that you killed Song Yuxin, the baby of the Song family?!" The old man said slowly, seemingly casually, and Xia Yan didn't feel any emotional changes in him.
Xia Yan's heart moved, his eyebrows trembled in doubt, and then he bowed and said honestly: "Yes, Song Yuxin is dead, and he was killed by his disciple!"
"This old man is building weapons every day, and he even knows that Song Yuxin of the Song family was killed by me." Xia Yan was surprised.
"Well, that baby has done a lot of evil in Purple Leaf City, and he will die when he dies. Hehe, no wonder Liu Yun accepted you as his disciple. You are only fifteen years old this year, right?!" the old man asked again.
Xia Yan replied honestly: "The disciple is exactly fifteen years old."
"The future is limitless, good, very good! You have such strength and courage at such a young age." The old man sighed, and then looked up at the sky.
At this moment. Xia Yan couldn't see his expression either, but...
Xia Yan clearly felt a desolate and desolate aura emanating from the old man. Although this aura was not domineering, Xia Yan was shocked and looked at the old man in shock. People who can exude this kind of momentum are by no means ordinary.
After a long time!
"Now this sword has reached the final process. After it has been baptized in the spiritual furnace, it will be done! Xia Yan, give this sword a name!" The old man took a deep breath and looked at Xia Yan again. There was no expression, but Xia Yan could feel the desolation still there.
"name?!"
Xia Yan, really haven't thought of a name for this sword yet.
Usually, some unique treasured swords will have a special name. Weapons made with special ores are almost unique.
"What's your name?!" Xia Yan's eyes flickered, and he frowned in thought.
"Don't worry, think about it slowly!" The corner of the old man's mouth twitched and he smiled.
After the tea time, the old man slowly took out the long sword soaked in the liquid. Xia Yan saw that the sword was emitting light. In the night that has just fallen, it is very eye-catching.
He couldn't help frowning, if the long sword shines, it's not a good thing.
It seems to know Xia Yan's thoughts. The old man said without turning his head, "Don't worry, this fluorescence is only temporary, and it will return to normal after half an hour."
Hearing what the old man said, Xia Yan was relieved.
If the weapon glows, it is suitable for decoration, not for killing people.
"Okay, come with me to the inner courtyard!" The old man said, holding a long sword, and walked towards the inner courtyard first.
Xia Yan followed closely and walked towards the inner courtyard.
This inner courtyard is much larger than the outer courtyard, and there are more weapons of all kinds. Xia Yan swept his eyes and guessed that there were at least a thousand weapons placed here. The texture of these weapons is much better than those ordinary weapons in the weapon shop.
In the center of the inner courtyard, there is a giant furnace. On the surface, there are many strange patterns carved. And the old man's disciple was standing next to the stove.
"This should be the spiritual furnace!" Xia Yan looked at the huge furnace in the middle. Xindao.
"Master, do you want to open the spiritual stove now?!" The middle-aged man turned to the old man and asked.
"Well, open it!" The old man nodded.
Then, the middle-aged man leaped to the top of the stove.
"ha… "
With a loud shout, the middle-aged man stretched out his hand, and the clothes all over his body were agitated, and then with a strong force, he slowly lifted the lid of the spiritual stove.
"Boom..."
A loud sound came from the spiritual stove, and then, strange lights suddenly shot out from the stove, shooting directly into the night sky. A stream of white light came out continuously and shot towards the bright starry sky.
After a while, Xia Yan's face became even more astonished.
"Hoo hoo hoo..."
Because, he felt a majestic force continuously pouring into the spiritual stove. Endless energy, like a tide, surged in crazily.
Standing ten meters away from the spiritual stove, Xia Yan could deeply feel the horror of these energies!
"In this spiritual stove, there are several very complicated formations, which can absorb a large amount of spiritual power from the outside world in a short period of time!" the old man said to Xia Yan.
Xia Yan nodded in shock!
Formation, can absorb spiritual power!
"It's now, hurry up, cut your own fingers!" The old man suddenly focused, staring at Xia Yan and shouting.
Xia Yan was taken aback!
"Quick, it's now!" The old man shouted again.
Xia Yan hurriedly took out the dagger hidden in his waist. With a cut on the hand, driven by spiritual power, blood spurted out!
With a wave of his arm, the old man blocked Xia Yan's blood with the blade of his sword. Xia Yan saw that the blood fell behind the long sword and disappeared quickly. It was as if this long sword was drinking blood!
Although he was horrified in his heart, Xia Yan didn't say much.
"Okay!" The old man withdrew his long sword sharply, then kicked his feet out on the ground, his body seemed to be rising into the air like a big bird, and slowly floated to the sky above the spiritual stove.
"go!"
His eyes sharpened suddenly, and the long sword in his hand flashed coldly and turned into a phantom, which was shot from the old man's hand into the cauldron furnace.
"Buzz..."
There was a sound of sword groaning, and the sky-shattering resounded.
"Seal the furnace!" The old man said to the middle-aged man.
"Yes!" The middle-aged man replied, and put the lid back on heavily.
The dazzling light gradually faded away, and the rapidly pouring energy around him also stopped abruptly at this time. The surroundings of Xia Yan's body regained calm again, and the surging spiritual power just now fell silent. Xia Yan looked at the dagger in his hand in shock, everything just now was like a fantasy.
"How can you make a sword like this?!" Xia Yan has never seen such a casting method. There is also this peculiar spiritual stove, which is really incredible, it can absorb the spiritual power from the outside world.
"If you sit in this stove to absorb spiritual power, your strength will definitely increase very quickly!" Xia Yan was a little moved. This spiritual stove is so big that people can sit in it.
Looking at the old man, Xia Yan really wanted to ask if it was okay.
"You kid, are you thinking that the spiritual furnace can gather spiritual power, and then you go in to absorb the spiritual power?!" The old man asked with a smile as he watched Xia Yan's expression change.
Xia Yan smiled awkwardly, "This spiritual furnace is really unbelievable."
"Hehe, it took me thirty years to create this spiritual stove. The formations inside are very complicated. It took me a full twenty years just for the mosaic formation. Hehe, this spiritual stove, One of a kind!" The old man said with emotion, "However, this spiritual furnace can only be used to forge weapons, and people cannot enter it. Even the strong spiritual sect will be torn into pieces by the huge spiritual power inside the spiritual furnace. Fragments."
What the old man said dispelled Xia Yan's thoughts!
The spiritual power that poured in in a short period of time just now is indeed terrifying. Xia Yan shook his head helplessly.
"Tomorrow, you can open the stove and take the sword! Xia Yan, think about the name of this sword!" the old man said to Xia Yan, and then turned to the middle-aged man, "You take good care of the spiritual stove, and if you have something to do, immediately Call me, I'll go to my room to rest for a while, I haven't closed my eyes for six days!"
The old man waved his hand casually and walked towards the room.
Xia Yan was surprised, "Sure enough, it has been built non-stop for six days and six nights!"
When the old man entered the room, the middle-aged man jumped off the spiritual stove and walked to Xia Yan's side.
"Brother, you are lucky, Master will make weapons for you!" The middle-aged man said with a smile.
Xia Yan also smiled, "Thank you for your hard work, big brother!"
"I'm fine, my master, but I haven't rested for six days!" The middle-aged man shook his head, "However, the ore you brought is really good stuff. I have been with Master for thirty years, and I have never seen Master. So caring about it."
"By the way, little brother, your dagger seems pretty good too!" The middle-aged man looked at the dagger in Xia Yan's hand and said.
Just now Xia Yan took out the dagger and cut his finger. It was not put away immediately afterwards.
Xia Yan nodded and said: "Not long ago, a killer tried to kill me, but he didn't succeed. I saw her dagger is pretty good, so I kept it for use!"
"Well, the material of this dagger should be thunderstone, the rarest ore among high-grade ores!" The middle-aged man looked carefully and said, "It is not easy to make weapons with this kind of ore, but as long as it is successfully opened, it is a treasure. "
"Hehe, little brother, you are not very old, and you have a lot of treasures on you!" The middle-aged man laughed, his eyes twinkling.
"Brother, if you like this dagger, please accept it. Anyway, I don't use it very often. I only need to use a sword!" Xia Yan said sincerely as he pushed the dagger forward.
For Xia Yan, although this dagger may be used, it is not necessary. The sword is what Xia Yan needs.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, he didn't expect Xia Yan to be willing to give him this dagger.
After being dazed, he laughed, took the dagger and gestured in the air a few times, then returned the dagger to Xia Yan, "I'm a weapon fighter, and it's useless to ask for this dagger. Brother, you are very I like it boldly. If you have anything to do in the future, you can come to me!"
"Brother, my name is Lin San! You still don't know who my master is, do you? Hehe..." The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, "In the Dragon Continent, there are three god-level blacksmiths, and my master is one of them! "
"My master, his name is Qiuyue! Don't call him by his name in front of him, he doesn't like this name!" Lin San lowered his voice, looked at the room where Master Qiuyue was resting, and carefully said to Xia Yan.
Xia Yan smiled secretly, but still hurriedly said: "Well, I know."
Qiuyue, a very feminine name! However, Xia Yan was still very shocked. One of the three god-level blacksmiths in the Dragon Continent, it is no wonder that he was able to create a special ore, the Heart of Clear Water, and he was also able to create this strange spiritual stove to baptize weapons.
"Okay, brother, I won't tell you so much. You should be able to open the furnace and take out your weapon tomorrow morning." Lin San looked at the spiritual furnace and smiled.
Xia Yan also looked at the spiritual stove expectantly, frowned and thought secretly, "What name should I give the weapon?!"