If you think of it, do it!
Thinking of the flying sword, Ye Feng collected his magic power, put the silver needle into the storage ring, stepped on the accelerator, and rushed to the grocery market.
After a while, he walked out of the grocery market with a pile of blacksmith supplies in his arms and went straight to the courtyard villa.
Jiang Yixue and he returned from Jade City in a hurry, so Wang Ma was still on vacation, and the villa was extremely deserted.
But this was exactly what Ye Feng wanted. He took off his coat, moved the pile of blacksmith supplies out of the trunk, and then built a blacksmithing furnace in the middle of the yard.
After all the charcoal ignited and burned red, Ye Feng used spiritual stones to set up a spiritual fire array around it.
In this scene, if other ancient warriors saw Ye Feng striking iron with the spiritual stone they dreamed of obtaining, they would definitely blame Ye Feng for wasting his resources.
But for Ye Feng, a few spiritual stones are nothing compared to the flying sword.
What's more, there is an entire spiritual vein waiting for him to dig in Death Valley. It doesn't matter if he uses a few spiritual stones at this moment.
After the fire was burning, Ye Feng threw the tens of thousands of years of cold iron and star pattern steel into the fire. After they melted into a ball, he began to swing the hammer vigorously and smash it.
Blacksmithing is a laborious job, and only by hammering hard can the impurities in the material be broken into pieces and burned away by the flames.
As for Ye Feng, who had just made a breakthrough, the most important thing he lacked was strength. A hammer weighing forty or fifty kilograms was as easy as a child's toy in his hand.
In the blink of an eye, there was a clanging sound in the courtyard.
When the hammer hit him, Ye Feng felt hot all over his body. He simply took off his shirt completely, leaving his upper body naked. He swung the hammer violently and hit the molten iron where the ten thousand years of cold iron and star pattern steel were melted together, smashing it into pieces. The prototype of a sword.
Squeak!
Just when Ye Feng was in full swing, the door to the guest room suddenly opened, and Wei Qingxuan, wearing a pair of silk pajamas, walked out with a look of displeasure.
"Ah, what are you doing here?"
When she opened the door and saw Ye Feng hitting the iron with his arms bare, Wei Qingxuan's sleepiness disappeared and she said with wide eyes in surprise.
Why is this woman here
Ye Feng was startled when he heard this and almost threw the hammer in his hand. After seeing clearly that it was Wei Qingxuan, he chuckled and said: "You shouldn't ask me this, I should ask you. The master is not at home. , if you go to sleep in someone else’s house, is that considered a thief?”
The moment the words came out of his mouth, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but light up.
The light and ironed silk pajamas, worn on Wei Qingxuan's body, set off her perfect and beautiful figure that is rare in the world, especially the plump two balls that are about to come out, which makes people's hearts heat up.
"Hmph, before you showed up, I had the key to Yi Xue's house. If I want to sleep here, I can come here at any time!"
Wei Qingxuan curled her lips in disdain, then looked at Ye Feng and asked doubtfully: "Do you have no place to use your strength? You are forging here!"
"If there is nothing you can do with your strength, just open your eyes and watch!"
Ye Feng grinned, swung the hammer and hit it hard again.
"Just watch, I don't believe you can smash a flower out of this pool of molten iron!" Wei Qingxuan snorted, turned back to the house, put on a down jacket, leaned against the door, and stared at the show with an expression on his face. Leaf maple.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
With a loud bang, countless impurities turned into sparks and flew out of the molten iron.
It's just that the materials of Ten Thousand Years Cold Iron and Star Pattern Steel are special, far beyond what ordinary iron can match. It's not easy to melt, and it's even more difficult to forge it into shape. Even though Ye Feng is very strong, he can still get out of his body after hammering it. There was a layer of fine beads of sweat.
But it was okay that he didn't sweat. When he did, Wei Qingxuan's face couldn't help but feel slightly hot.
Blacksmithing can be said to be the best thing to show off a man's masculine charm, especially when Ye Feng is shirtless at this moment, and his well-defined muscles are covered with beads of sweat, which shows the unique masculinity of men to an incomparable degree.
This kind of man is a real man. Those little hotties on TV are just sluts!
Seeing Ye Feng's sweat droplets flying with sparks, Wei Qingxuan, who had always had a mysophobia, not only did not feel disgusted, but instead felt that the scene in front of her had an extremely attractive and strange beauty that made her unable to take her eyes away.
With the hammering, all the impurities in the tens of thousands of years of cold iron and star pattern steel were eliminated and became pure.
And in that pool of molten iron, the prototype of a sharp sword gradually appeared.
Seeing this scene, Ye Feng threw away the hammer in his hand, then used his magic power to carefully start to outline the formation pattern inside the sword body.
The existence of formation patterns is the biggest difference between flying swords and ordinary swords.
Without formation patterns, adding more precious refining materials can only make it sharper; but with formation patterns, a flying sword can transform from ordinary to magical, like an ape who learns to walk upright from crawling. Same, with more possibilities.
With the addition of array patterns, the prototype of the flying sword became clearer and clearer, and the molten iron that made up the prototype of the flying sword became clearer, and even though it was not sharpened, it exuded a sharp feeling.
Why was the sword he fought so different from the swords he had seen before? !
Wei Qingxuan looked at Ye Feng with doubts as his hands were hanging on the prototype of the flying sword.
Carving the formation consumes a lot of energy, whether it is mana or telekinesis.
After just half an hour, even Ye Feng was so tired that his face turned pale and his mana was empty.
But his eyes were getting more and more excited, because he knew that his flying sword was about to come out.
Zheng!
After another half hour passed, the sword embryo suddenly let out a clear trembling sound, and in an instant, all the coals in the furnace were extinguished, and a flying sword over two feet long gradually took shape.
Without thinking, Ye Feng bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the flying sword.
laugh!
With the sound of water being burned by the high temperature, the flying sword in the iron furnace suddenly flew up and floated in front of Ye Feng's eyes. The silver-white sword body emitted a brilliant silver light.
And the light is not dead, but is hesitating like a living thing.
This... what's going on... how can the sword fly by itself...
The incredible scene in front of her made Wei Qingxuan feel that her brain, which she prided herself on being rational and never losing her composure, was about to stop spinning. She kept rubbing her eyes vigorously to confirm that what she saw in front of her was not an illusion, but what really happened.
"Come!"
Ye Feng made a move with his hand, and the flying sword immediately landed in his palm.
When the two touched each other, a feeling of fusion of blood suddenly surged from the bottom of Ye Feng's heart. At this moment, what he was holding was not a sharp sword made of metal, but an extended part of his arm!
(End of chapter)