Su Yiwen Lingzhao

    Soon, the masters of the sword casting workshop were alerted and rushed over.

     Knowing the ins and outs of the matter, the masters couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing, treating it as a farce.

    No one took it seriously.

    A young man, even if he knows some swordsmanship, can he smash the signboard of this swordsmith?

    Someone went to persuade Wang Tianyang, saying: "Old Wang, you are calm, young people are ignorant, why should you be too serious? In your capacity, if you care about these things, you will lose your demeanor."

    Wang Tianyang said angrily: "He's a fart. This old man has been eating, drinking and gambling since he was a child. How can he be the kind of person who talks about grace? Look at me honestly!"

    All the swordsmiths laughed bitterly, knowing that Wang Tianyang was such a stubborn stinky temper.

    "Young man, since you are Huang Shao's friend, if you want to forge a sword, I will help you, why bother with Wang Lao?"

    Someone kindly reminded Su Yi, "Go and apologize to Mr. Wang, and forget about this."

    Su Yi said in a casual tone: "I came here to forge swords this time, but I didn't have the time to be angry with an unrelated person."

    Speaking, he came to the fire.

    There is a huge copper table with a dazzling array of refining tools on it.

    "You put those sword-making materials here."

    Su Yi looked at the little servants and instructed.

     Witnessing this scene, the forge masters frowned for a while, quite displeased, how could this young man be so ignorant?

    However, because of Huang Qianjun's face, they didn't speak ill of each other, otherwise, Su Yi would have been expelled long ago.

    A craftsman master looked at Huang Qianjun and complained: "Huang Shao, who is your friend, you are young and have a good temper!"

    Huang Qianjun was troubled in his heart, and when he heard the words, he said angrily: "Where is so much nonsense? Can my brother Su be able to do it? You can see if you don't see it?"

    The masters didn't dare to talk back, they just looked at Su Yi, and they became more and more dissatisfied.

    "Since Huang Shao said so, then let's see the style of this little friend!"

    One snorted.

    Others also have the mentality of watching the fun and plan to watch Su Yi make a fool of himself.

    As the servant placed all kinds of sword casting materials one by one, Su Yi also began to act.

    It's just forging a mortal long sword, it's not difficult for him at all.

    First put six or seven kinds of materials into the furnace, and then instruct Wang Tianyang:

    "Increased firepower, stop when I say stop."

    Everyone was stunned for a while, this kid is so rude, he actually called out Wang Lao like this!

    Wang Tianyang's cheeks twitched fiercely, he resisted the boiling anger in his heart, and kept adding charcoal fire and some materials that would help to improve the heat.

    A quarter of an hour later.

    Su Yi casually sprinkled a handful of Chiyang copper powder into the furnace and instructed again, "Continue to increase the firepower."

    Wang Tianyang smothered his head, did not say a word, and did as he did.

    In the following time, Su Yi would throw a sword casting material from time to time, and instructed Wang Tianyang to control the heat, as if he really regarded the latter as a fire maker.

    That scene made the other craftsmen feel very unhappy, thinking that Su Yi was too arrogant and arrogant.

    Huang Qianjun had an expectation.

    He could see that Su Yi was calm when he was casting the sword, and he was obviously full of confidence!

    "The worst result is that the sword forged by Brother Su is not as good as that of Wang Lao, but as long as it succeeds, it will not lose face, that's enough."

    Thinking about this, Huang Qianjun became more relaxed.

    "More firepower."

    "Not enough, continue."

    "Make it bigger."

    …In the next time, only Su Yi told Wang Tianyang

    The sound of burning fire continued.

    Wang Tianyang's face became more and more ugly, his nose was slamming out of breath, his head was so bald that white eyes appeared, and there was a dull pain.

    Huang Qianjun and those swordsmiths also looked different.

    Until half an hour later, the fire of the furnace rolled, and the heat of the whole house seemed to boil, making people feel like they were in the land of lava volcanoes.

    Everyone was sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked.

    On the bald forehead of Wang Tianyang, who is the closest, sweat is dripping like a river, and his dark cheeks are red.

    A master swordsmith like him can't take it anymore.

    At this moment, Su Yi took out the purple-patterned red gold ring and threw it into the furnace.

    Boom!

    The tongue of fire swept through, bursting with dazzling light.

    Visible to the naked eye, the ring melted little by little, turning into a trace of lavender crystal juice.

    Su Yi poured the prepared five catties of pure ice water into the furnace without hesitation.

    As soon as the cold water came into contact with the boiling furnace, a cloud of water mist burst out with a snort, and instantly filled the entire room.

    Until half a sound, Wang Tianyang's angry voice sounded in the mist:

    "The way of quenching and refining swords, how can you pour mysterious ice water into the furnace! This is the first time I have seen such a nonsense method of forging swords!"

    Disdain, anger, and questioning.

    The craftsmen were also speechless.

    They have been practicing swords all the year round, and they have never seen anyone do it like Su Yi, they are completely stupid!

    Soon, the heat and water mist in the room gradually subsided.

    The vision is clear again.

    He was furious and gritted his teeth.

    "This sword embryo looks pretty good..."

    A forge master said in surprise.

    Another person said: "It's just a sword embryo. It depends on whether it can withstand the tempering. I don't believe how good a sword can be made from such a crude sword embryo."

    "A sword is indispensable for its texture and edge. Since this little friend is a smasher, he should be able to make a good sword!"

    Someone laughed and deliberately fanned the flames.

    "These guys, obviously intend to see a joke!"

    I saw Su Yi resting the sword embryo on the solid iron platform, holding a giant hammer in his right hand, beating it down.

    Clang!

    The sparks were flying and the vibrations were endless.

    At this time, Wang Tianyang's eyes were also fixed on Su Yi's actions, waiting for Su Yi to make a fool of himself...

    Clang! clang! clang!

    Gradually, everyone realized that something was wrong.

    "What kind of technique is this, just listening to the sound has a unique rhythm, like breathing, and then looking at the sword embryo, it is also hit by the hammer and disappears, echoing each other from a distance."

    Not long after, a craftsman could not help but say.

    Others also looked a little surprised, and they also clearly felt this situation.

    In the sparks, every hammering has a mysterious rhythm, and under the constant hammering, the originally rough sword embryo quietly shrinks, solidifies, and changes write…

     "Could it be that this kid really masters a unique secret sword technique?"

    These

    The same thought appeared in the master refiner's mind, and his expression became a lot more serious.

    Originally, they were angry at Su Yi's arrogance, and they had prepared words. Call it the price to be paid.

    But now...

    No one dares to think so.

    As an old man who has been casting swords all the year round, how can they not see that Su Yi's sword casting techniques are obviously extraordinary and comparable?

    "Look, look!"

    Huang Qianjun cried out in excitement, "I knew that as soon as Brother Su made a move, he would be able to subdue these old guys with eyes above the top."

    Those guys in Xinghuang Medical Center are a lesson in the past!

    Huang Qianjun couldn't help but look at Wang Tianyang.

    I saw this completely bald master swordsmith, dumbfounded at the moment, staring straight at Su Yi's movements, his dark cheeks fluctuated, and his chest was in waves. ups and downs.

    Obviously emotional!

    "Haha, hahaha, is the grumpy old prostitute Wang Lao also confused?"

    Huang Qianjun was so excited that he almost laughed out loud.

     Over the years, he has never seen Wang Tianyang so gaffe!

    This old guy is so reckless that he doesn't even pay attention to his father, Huang Yunchong, but now, it is very likely that he will be captured by Brother Su again!

    Long time—

    Clang!

    A wisp of clear sword chant resounded in the room.

    Listening to everyone's ears, it is like a cold sound of nature, and the whole body is agitated, and they are all sober from the chaotic thoughts.

    Even Huang Qianjun's mind and eyes were attracted.

    See you—

    A black long sword, two feet seven inches long and three fingers wide, with a clear body, was held in Su Yi's hand.

    Although this sword is black, it has an ethereal and translucent texture, like a vast night, the sword is edged on both sides, and the edge is hidden.

    As Su Yi turned his wrist, the black surface of the sword would occasionally flash a faint purple luster, adding a touch of illusory meaning.

    Full of spirituality.

    "This..."

    All the craftsmen masters were moved, showing the color of obsession and fiery, what a good sword of spiritual nature!

    When faced with this sword, their proud hearts have been quietly subdued.

    "This sword is by no means ordinary!"

    Huang Qianjun's heart was beating violently, when his eyes looked at this sword, he felt like being stinged, how could he not know the extraordinaryness of this sword?

    Om!

    At this time, Su Yi tapped his index finger lightly, and the sword suddenly burst into a purple light, humming like a low thunder, rolling around the room.

    Seeing this, Su Yi nodded, showing a hint of satisfaction.

    Although this sword is not a magic weapon, it can be blended into the purple-patterned red gold to give the sword a touch of spirituality, making this sword far beyond the sword in the ordinary sense, between ordinary and spiritual between!

    "You... what kind of sword casting are you using?"

    At this time, Wang Tianyang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.

    Su Yi glanced at the swordsmith, "Want to learn? I'll teach you."

    Wang Tianyang was shocked, his eyes widened, and he seemed unbelievable.

    After that, his face changed violently.

    Until the end—

    Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the famous swordsmith in Guangling City showed a look of extreme shame.

    He bowed deeply and bowed his head:

    "Young master's methods are ingenious, and Wang bows to him!"

    "Young Master's heart is bright and beautiful, and Wang also worships!"

    The room was full of silence.

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    ps: The first chapter will be updated early, and the second chapter will be updated at around 4 pm.

    Today, we mourn for the martyrs and compatriots who died in the fight against the new crown pneumonia epidemic. Their heroic deeds will be remembered by people, and their names will be immortalized!