"Master Huo, the people from the Weapon Refining Organizing Committee are here!"
While Ding Yi was chatting with the old dwarf, a middle-aged dwarf wearing linen clothes pushed the door in and said to the old dwarf.
"The people from the organizing committee are here, they move so fast." An unexpected smile appeared on the face of the old dwarf, and he couldn't help but murmur to himself.
"Master Huo, as you are the chief judge of this weapon refining competition, they naturally have to come earlier." The middle-aged dwarf said excitedly to Master Huo.
"I, I can no longer be the chief judge for several terms. From now on, the opportunity will still be left to you young people."
Master Huo waved his hand to the middle-aged dwarf and said humbly.
"Master Huo, you are as old as this divine realm, and you are as old as the earth." The apprentice used every opportunity to flatter him, and the flattery was quite smooth.
A happy smile appeared on Master Huo's face.
"How can we be the same as the gods and be the same age as this place? The greatest sorrow of our dwarves is that our life span is not as good as that of other practitioners."
"Although we dwarves have extraordinary talents in weapon refining, we cannot compete with other practitioners in practice. Life span has become a permanent pain for us dwarves."
A trace of sadness flashed in Master Huo's eyes, and he said with emotion.
Ding Yi's heart moved. He naturally knew that the lifespan of the dwarves was far less than that of ordinary practitioners.
Even if they are in this supreme realm of gods, their lifespan is limited. The longest is only about a thousand years, and the shortest is only a few hundred years.
The dwarves are like a cursed human race. They have extremely high levels of weapon refining, but have no talent in cultivation.
Therefore, their life span is much shorter than that of normal practitioners.
Generally, strong practitioners who have reached the divine realm can live for about ten thousand years.
The longest lifespan of the dwarves is only a few thousand years old, and some can only live to be hundreds of years old.
Of course, this is the realm of gods, not comparable to low-level planes.
Even in the Dayong Dynasty of Cangxuan Continent where Ding Yi lives, most of them are mortals. Mortals without cultivation can only live in a blink of an eye for a hundred years.
The lifespan of some monsters is relatively longer than that of mortals.
Even for practitioners, it only takes a few hundred years to reach the super-level realm of terrestrial gods.
It is naturally impossible for practitioners in the divine realm to compare with those in the super realm, not to mention that this is the highest plane of the divine realm.
Like the strong men in the Demon Realm or the Demon Realm, their life spans are much longer, tens of thousands of years or even a hundred thousand years.
The human race does not have a big advantage in terms of lifespan. The greatest advantage of the human race is that it is the best among all living beings in terms of spiritual cultivation.
When Ding Yi heard Master Huo's sad words, he couldn't help but feel sad.
The human race's lifespan is a shortcoming. He doesn't know if there is an eternal god. If there is, then it must be a rare existence.
Even the Lord of the Divine Realm cannot achieve eternity, and the Lord of the Divine Realm will have his lifespan come to an end.
Just as Ding Yi was thinking secretly, several dwarves in robes filed into the circular weapon-refining shop.
They couldn't help but be startled when they saw Ding Yi's figure.
"Master Huo, do you have guests here?" A dwarf in a robe couldn't help but asked Master Huo.
"Oh, this is the brother who entered our dwarf castle by mistake. Why did you come to me so early?"
The old dwarf did not tell Ding Yi's origin, but turned the conversation to the group of robed dwarves and asked.
"Tomorrow is the Weapon Refining Competition. Our committee will explain the details and arrangements for the Weapon Refining Competition." The robed dwarf waved his hand to Master Huo.
"Hasn't the Weapon Refining Association already made arrangements? What else do you have to explain to an old man like me?"
Master Huo smiled freely, and then said to the group of robed dwarves.
"Only some lists and rules still need to be judged by you as the chief judge." The robed dwarf said with a chuckle.
Then, Master Huo arranged for the dwarves in robes to sit down.
Ding Yi went to see the refining furnace.
He is an eyesore here, so he might as well just leave.
He came to the side of the apprentice dwarf and watched him shaking the bellows. The flames stirred up rolling heat waves that melted a piece of meteorite.
A naked dwarf picked up the big hammer and kept hitting the meteorite.
Is this weapon refining? Ding Yi felt that this weapon refining technique was very ancient and primitive.
He had seen the process of forging swords by the group of sword-making disciples in the Sword Mountain of the Sword Pavilion.
Compared with this ancient and primitive technique, the swordsmith's techniques and weapon refining methods are more advanced.
After all, millions of years have passed, and many weapon refining techniques have been improved.
"Dang, Dang, Dang", there was a sound of sparks flying, and the dwarf weapon refiner could be seen knocking on the piece of meteorite.
As the weapon refiner struck more times, the piece of meteorite began to take the form of a sword embryo.
Ding Yi listened to the rhythm caused by the percussion sound, and for a moment he couldn't help but be fascinated.
Flames surged from the fire and instantly enveloped the piece of meteorite.
A prototype of a sword appeared in front of Ding Yi.
After the sword embryo took shape, the weapon refiner's movements slowed down.
The next step is quenching. Each weapon refiner has his own refining fire.
After the sword embryo is formed, it must be tempered by the weapon refiner's own fire before it can become a real weapon.
Ding Yi watched the whole process, and he also secretly memorized the weapon refiner's techniques.
Every artifact has been tempered by fire, and then the divine runes are engraved on the artifact.
The dwarf weapon refiner's method of carving the talismans is also very unique.
I saw his fingers writing runes in the void, and a mysterious energy fluctuation appeared in the void.
He slapped his palms into the void, and then pressed on the formed sword embryo, and lines of ghostly light began to appear on the sword embryo.
Time passed quickly, and Ding Yi found that the divine sword made by the weapon refiner looked very familiar, and he felt as if he had seen it somewhere.
After a few more hours, a simple and unpretentious long sword appeared in the hand of the weapon refiner.
Ding Yi's eyes froze slightly, and he discovered that the long sword in the hands of the weapon refiner was very similar to the human sword he lost behind his back.
It couldn't be such a coincidence. This artifact couldn't be his own sword.
Waves of turbulence stirred up in his heart. The more he looked at the long sword, the more it looked like the human sword behind him.
"Zheng...",
The weapon refiner flicked the sword with his finger, and a high-pitched sword roar arose, and the sword roar resounded in the shop for a long time.
Master Huo had already finished handing over to the judges of the Weapon Refining Club. He came to the side of the Weapon Refiner and looked at the simple and unpretentious long sword with satisfaction.
"This sword is simple and unpretentious, let's call it the Human Sword."
Master Huo's eyes showed relief. He took the long sword and waved it several times.
The long sword glowed with a faint sword light, and at the same time it made a long sword cry, just like the sword master in the world.
"This sword was ordered by that person, and he also named it." Master Huo's eyes showed a hint of joy.
Ding Yi's heart was already filled with turmoil.
This sword is indeed a human sword. Who is Master Huo talking about? Is it the master of the divine realm?
"If you guard the world and all the flowers bloom, you must lower your eyebrows in submission to thousands of swords. It is like a sword in the world."
Master Huo's eyes revealed a look of wonder, and the sword made bursts of soft groans, seemingly in response to Master Huo's exclamation.
Ding Yi was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the sword behind him would have such an important background.
It is actually an artifact from the divine realm millions of years ago.
Moreover, it is an artifact refined by the dwarves. No wonder I can't put this sword in my Qiankun Bag.
The level of the Qiankun Bag is too low. If the Human Sword enters the Qiankun Bag, your own Qiankun Bag will collapse.
Ding Yi knew that he was just a passing spectator and he couldn't change anything.
He can't control where the Human Sword goes, just like the dwarves will be wiped out, he can't control this outcome.
"Brother, what do you think of this sword?" Master Huo held the long sword in his hand and asked Ding Yi with a chuckle.
"The emperor in the sword, the peerless artifact that protects the world."
Ding Yi did not hesitate to praise this sword.
