Walking in the forest of swords, Liu Feng felt that he had stepped into a kingdom of swords. There were swords everywhere, and even some swords were sparsely inserted on the branches of the towering trees.
Liu Feng asked in confusion: "Mo Zhe, are all the swords here made by you?"
Mo Zhe turned back and smiled: "Yes, all the swords here are made by me in my life. Some are good and some are bad, but most of them are not satisfactory to me!"
Liu Feng shook his head and said: "Is it because you are not satisfied that you left it here? But it is really a waste of materials! This habit is not a good one!"
Along the way, Liu Feng did see some swords made of good materials. In his opinion, the swords had no flaws at all, but it was a pity that they were abandoned in the wilderness.
Mo Zhe, who was walking in front, said calmly: "People call me the swordsmith master. In fact, I have never made a sword that I am satisfied with in my life. I really don't dare to use the word swordsmith master!"
"Are your requirements too high?" Liu Feng looked a little confused.
"It's not that my requirements are high, but that I failed to forge a perfect sword."
Liu Feng said: "A sword without flaws is not a good sword!"
"No, a good sword must be flawless!" Mo Zhe turned his head, his expression becoming a little serious.
The Ring Soul in the Lord of the Rings could not help but say: "No one can forge a flawless sword, absolutely no one!"
Mo Zhe seems to be very persistent. If it weren't for his persistence, he wouldn't have immersed himself in forging so many dispensable swords in this forest of swords, because he believes that there will always be a perfect sword among tens of millions of swords, but for now Just not born yet.
"Where there's a will, there's a way. I wish you success. Is the Sword Pond ahead?" Liu Feng couldn't help but ask, looking at a lake with thick smoke billowing in front of him.
Mo Zhe nodded and said: "Yes, that is the sword pool. Do you see the thick smoke? I have another batch of swords coming out."
Liu Feng was extremely surprised by Mo Zhe's crazy expression on the sword. Liu Feng nodded and said, "I hope you can find a good sword!"
"I think so too, but I need a life to sacrifice the sword in my sword pool." Mo Zhe looked at the sword pool and suddenly spread his hands. There was a lot of molten iron splashing in the sword pool, and white water rose in the air. The smoke also made a hissing sound in an instant. Forging so many swords at the same time may only be possible by master swordsmith Mo Zhe.
"What do you mean?" Liu Feng looked at Mo Zhe in confusion.
Mo Zhe said: "Don't you understand? I need to use your life to pay tribute to these freshly made swords of mine. The traitors of Jiuyou Villa are also my enemies, Mo Zhe!"
"You? Are you related to Jiuyou Villa?" Liu Feng couldn't help but take a few steps back. Looking at Mo Zhe's ferocious expression at this moment, the feeling of immortality and integrity he had just now was gone.
(End of chapter)