Fan Yezi gave in.
Not because of the delicious food, but because of the weapons.
As a great expert in casting, I can see that the workmanship of the Hanfeng sword and Hanmang sword is completely impeccable, even if they are refined by themselves, they may not be able to reach this level!
Master!
Absolute master!
However, this is only 20% of understanding the cheats left by Mo Xie!
Fan Yezi was completely shocked, completely limped by fools!
If you learn the cheats of that couple by yourself, there will definitely be a qualitative leap in the art of casting!
Although Fan Yezi is respected as the number one foundry master today, he never thinks that he has reached the pinnacle in the way of casting, and he always has the heart of an apprentice.
In fact, Gou Sheng took out a lot of weapons.
Just relying on the first-grade Hanfeng sword and cooperating with his own deception, Master Fan can disarm and surrender.
Therefore, it is not terrible to have backbone, but to be afraid of prescribing the right medicine!
"Crunch!"
The cell opens, letting in warm sunlight.
Under the eyes of Dai Lu, Zhao Doudou and Mr. Yuan, Fan Yezi was the first to leave the cell, the last to enter, and the fastest to be released.
"Three."
He stopped in front of the cell door, and said: "It's fate to be a cellmate, see you in the future!"
"..."
Dai Lu's eyes flashed with anger.
I don't have a spineless cellmate like you! Goodbye, forever!
On the other hand, Zhao Doudou looked envious, thinking to himself, if Sovereign Sovereign took the initiative to recruit him, he would definitely not hesitate to agree!
…
that day.
Fan Yezi became the master of foundry.
Then, the shock began, because many ordinary outer sect disciples in the sect were equipped with Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword!
"Oh My God!"
"These weapons are all exactly the same in workmanship, as if printed from the same mold!"
Fan Yezi wandered around the sect at will, every time he met his disciples, every time he appraised weapons, the expression on his face kept changing.
certainly.
The so-called casting refers not only to weapons, but also to equipment and protective gear.
The disciples of the inner sect were wearing true yang suits and were exchanging ideas in the martial arts arena. The fight was fierce here. Master Fan suddenly rushed in and stuck in front of the disciples. Already!"
For the next time, the disciples of the Wangu sect were very depressed.
Because if you don't pay attention, Hall Master Fan will appear in front of you, caressing your weapons and equipment frantically with the palm of love, to the point of being mesmerized!
"ah!"
In the hut, a male disciple who was in a large size ran out with his trousers in his hands, broke down and shouted, "Why is he here!"
Fan Yezi's obsession with casting drove Fan Yezi into madness, and he would feel deeply ashamed every time he evaluated the equipment of Wan Guzong.
but.
After several days of research on the equipped weapon, he discovered a flaw.
"metropolitan."
In the main hall, Fan Yezi said in a deep tone: "Although the equipment you cast is perfect, after observing it for the past few days, it still lacks something."
"What's missing?"
"Lacking..." Fan Yezi paused for a moment, then solemnly said, "Soul!"
Jun Changxiao was taken aback.
Fan Yezi said: "Every weapon is inseparable from the forging master's hard work, so after gathering and forming, there will be a kind of soul, but Fan can't feel the soul from the equipment cast by the suzerain."
"Although the Hanfeng Sword and the Hanmang Sword are absolutely superior in the same quality, they still have flaws because they lack a trace of soul."
"certainly."
"This defect is not fatal."
"But if it's a person who really has a special feeling for weapons, because they don't have a soul, it will affect their use, and they won't even be able to perform at their best."
The weapons and equipment such as Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword are all produced by the Foundry Pavilion. The quality and workmanship are impeccable, but after all, they are similar to machine production.
to be honest.
There is definitely a difference between mechanics and handwork.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "This seat is also aware of this problem, but it can't be solved due to limited ability. I don't know if Hall Master Fan has a solution?"
"Yes!" Fan Yezi said.
Jun Chang smiled happily and said, "What way?"
"Fan's understanding of martial arts is not high, but he has a little talent for casting. Combined with hundreds of years of casting, he has already condensed the spirit of casting." Fan Yezi said.
"Forging air?"
"Cultivating martial arts has the aura of martial arts, and cultivating swords has the aura of kendo. Even scholars can gather the aura of literati. The aura of casting is related to casting."
Jun Chang laughed and understood.
Fan Yezi said: "If these weapons cast by the suzerain are blessed with the spirit of casting, and then slightly reshaped, they can be infused with souls. Although the power will not be significantly improved, it will allow users to better fit with them. To the real unity of man and machine!"
major!
So fucking professional!
Jun Chang laughed and said: "The weapons that I forge, especially the Hanfeng sword, almost every disciple has one. It will take a long time to re-refine and infuse the soul, right?"
"soon."
Fan Yezi said quite proudly: "With the casting spirit mastered by Fan, it is not difficult to reshape a hundred handles in a day."
Hundred handles a day.
One hundred days is ten thousand handles!
The weapons I have refined over the years are only a few hundred thousand, wouldn't it be done in three to five years
Moreover, there is also a space-time secret realm, which can let him go in and reshape, and the speed of injecting the soul will only be faster!
"In that case."
Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and said: "Then what are you waiting for, Hall Master Fan will start to reshape and inject your soul!"
Fan Yezi said: "Fan has been impatient for a long time!"
The weapons Jun Changxiao forged were perfect in quality and workmanship, but lacked a soul, which caused his obsessive-compulsive disorder to break out, and the defects must be completely repaired!
…
Foundry Hall.
"Hoo hoo!"
The aura that is different from martial arts gradually gathered in the room, wrapped the hanging cold front sword, and then penetrated deeply.
"Is this the spirit of casting?"
Jun Changxiao, who was standing by and watching, was very surprised.
"call out!"
After a while, the cold front sword under the air of casting fell down lightly, and then it was placed on the casting platform.
Sitting cross-legged, Fan Yezi opened his eyes, crossed his hands, and his beard fluttered freely under the air waves.
"Buzz!"
The casting air released suddenly split into two strands, and then condensed into the form of a hammer, and began to strike the Hanfeng sword again and again, faintly tinkling.
"I go!"
Jun Chang smiled and said in surprise: "Can you still play like this? You have gained knowledge!"
In ancient times, there were fighting spirits that turned into wings, fighting spirits that turned into horses, and fighting spirits that turned into cattle. Today, there is Fan Yezi who casts fighting spirits into gasification hammers!
The two hammers struck the Hanfeng sword again and again, and the casting air fused on the surface gradually penetrated and merged with the sword body.
a little.
Fan Yezi withdrew the casting spirit.
The cold light sword has been reshaped, and the sword body is shrouded in light, as if it looks brand new!
"Amazing, awesome!" Jun Chang smiled and gave a thumbs up.
"Why."
Fan Yezi sighed, and said, "My understanding of the art of casting has reached the upper limit, and I can go to a higher level in my lifetime. Let alone injecting souls into weapons, even injecting spirits into weapons will be fine."
Jun Changxiao widened his eyes and said, "Can the spirit of the weapon be injected?"
"Um!"
Fan Yezi said: "This is the level of casting that has reached the realm of transformation. It has been recorded in ancient books, but it is a pity that no one has touched it in the Starfall Continent. Maybe it is just a rumor."
Jun Changxiao comforted: "As long as there is such a level in the world, Master Fan will be able to reach it one day with his strength."
"Hahaha!"
Fan Yezi laughed loudly, and said, "I borrowed the suzerain's good words."
There is a bit of bitterness and helplessness in the laughter, because he knows that if there is such a level of casting, he will never comprehend it with his own understanding, because that level is no less than the shattered void in the martial arts, soaring to the upper realm !