At the moment of dawn, the long night comes to an end.
Yang Feng, who had his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Although his strength had not improved in any way, the temperament exuded by his whole person was completely new.
"Brother, what are you practicing? Why does it take so long?"
Shuang'er said with some resentment.
"Haha! Brother Xiao Shuang'er is practicing sword-making and plans to repair the broken sword in his hand."
While he was talking, the Lingsha sword appeared in Yang Feng's hand.
A "blunt sword" that has not yet been sharpened. There are tiny cracks on the sword body that are difficult to detect with the naked eye.
It seemed to be insignificant in Yang Feng's hand, but when the Lingsha Sword left his hand, it hit the ground with a terrifying weight and made a huge sound.
"Yang Feng, what level of sword-making skills have you mastered?"
The first one to speak was Xi Shi. She wanted to see what level of sword-making skills a swordsman who was able to cultivate his sword spirit to the realm of transformation in the Bigu stage could master.
"Ninth level saint level."
Yang Feng thought about it again and again, and decided to hide the fact that he had mastered the god-level ninth-level sword-making skill. He still understood the truth that the wind will destroy the tree that is beautiful in the forest.
The Ninth Grade Saint Level, a level that sounds very advanced but also a bit regrettable, is just right.
"What? Saint-level ninth-level sword-making skills?! He is indeed an unrivaled monster in the art of swordsmanship."
Long Xue couldn't help but be amazed when she saw these words blurted out by Yang Feng.
"Unfortunately, we are still one step away from the emperor-level sword-making skills, but it is enough to recast the broken sword in your hand, but your broken sword will stop here in the future."
Xi Shi was not too shocked. On the contrary, it would be strange if Yang Feng couldn't even comprehend the holy sword-making technique.
"I don't care, big brother, don't be ridiculous. You promised to teach Shuang'er the art of disguise."
Shuang'er was simple-minded and kept this matter in mind. Seeing that Yang Feng was free, she asked Yang Feng to teach her.
"Disguise? Isn't it a human leather mask?"
In the world of immortality, the art of disguise is unheard of. Human skin masks are commonly used. As for the art of disguise, it is a completely new word.
"Shuang'er, eldest brother will never cheat. It's just that eldest brother still needs to forge swords. Let's do this. I will teach you tomorrow."
Regarding recasting the Lingsha Sword, this has always been a concern of Yang Feng. Every time he sees other people's swords that look more than twice as good as the Lingsha Sword, he gets very angry.
"Sword-making? Have you fully understood the art of sword-making?"
Xi Shi was the first to question Yang Feng. After all, it was a ninth-grade sword-making skill at the saint level. How could it be understood by just understanding it?
"Yang Feng, are you kidding? Do you really want to forge a sword?"
Naturally, Long Xue also didn't believe that a person could completely understand the complex and complicated sword-making skills the moment he understood them.
"I haven't fully understood it, but I still have a grasp of the core part."
This is also the reason why Yang Feng dared to forge swords, and under the pressure of the Nine Streets Massacre, he had to improve his strength as soon as possible.
"Yang Feng, don't blame me for not reminding you. Sword-making is not 100% successful. Even god-level sword-making skills cannot achieve 100% success in sword-making. So you still have to think clearly. Once the sword-making fails,
This broken sword in your hand is really useless. "
Long Xue was a little worried and reminded Yang Feng to think carefully. Haste makes waste in everything. For sword making, it is better to wait for some time and fully understand the art of sword making before making any plans.
After Yang Feng heard Long Xue's words, he held Lingsha's hand tightly and trembled slightly.
Then communicate with the Lingsha Sword Spirit.
"You came."
"You knew I was coming?"
As soon as Yang Feng stepped into the world of the sword spirit, he was sensed by the Lingsha sword spirit.
"To be honest, you are really amazing. In such an inferior galaxy, you actually found the materials to repair the broken sword, and you also mastered the god-level ninth-grade sword-making technique, becoming the only one who can forge the sword with the spirit evil sword. A person who is a teacher.”
"Lingsha, I remember you said that if I can find the materials to repair the sword body within ten years, you will recognize me as your master and fight with me. Now I want to help you repair the sword body, even if I can't let you Returning to the top, I also want to repair your sword body as much as possible,
Continue to fight with me and fight with me against the massacre of people in the Nine Streets. "
Yang Feng said with emotion.
"good!"
Lingsha had no unnecessary words.
"Aren't you afraid that I will fail in making the sword?"
"Boy, just go ahead and do it. If you really fail, it will only be my fault. I don't blame you."
Yang Feng nodded heavily and said nothing because he wanted to prove it to Lingsha with actions.
Outside, Yang Feng threw the Lingsha Sword to the ground.
The content of sword-making began to come to mind:
"Inheriting the great road of heaven and earth, forging the sharp sword of the holy sword,
Although the broken sword is crippled, it can still be recast.
Fighting against heaven and earth without fear, the body is destroyed and the sword spirit is silent
A broken sword can be reforged, and the spirit of the sword can still be revived.
Carrying the green underworld and the hibiscus, I built a furnace to refine the true fire,
…
The broken sword is reforged to show its sharpness, and the spirit reaches the sky and is proud of the world. "
A swordsmith makes a sword by using the sword body as a furnace and the sword intention as real fire. Then he tempers the materials needed for the sword with real fire and then puts them into the sword body.
For the sword spirit, this process is nothing like the nirvana of a phoenix. If it succeeds, it will shine brightly, but if it fails, it will turn into a pile of ruins.
At this time, one is extremely particular about sword intent. The stronger the sword intent, the purer the materials needed to temper and forge the sword.
The quality of the sword is higher, and the quality of the furnace is also very particular. If there is a problem with the material of the sword body itself, and the temperature of the real fire is too high, it will cause the sword to fail.
The true fire transformed by the sword intention not only tempers the materials needed to make the sword, but also tempers the sword spirit. The roasting of the true fire is the real test for the sword spirit.
Looking at Yang Feng's smooth operations, he doesn't look like Xiaobai, a swordsmith who has just learned the art of swordmaking, but more like a swordsmith who has made swords many times.
"Tsk, tsk! The real fire that destroys the sword's will. Thinking about the temperature is extremely terrifying. It is estimated that only the material of the broken sword in his hand can withstand such high temperature."
"Xiao Shi, don't you think his sword-making skills are a bit strange? Using the sword as the furnace and the mind as the fire?"
"Xiaoxue, Saint-level sword-making skills are what they are. They are no better than ordinary sword-making skills. It's just his technique..."
Xi Shi lost his voice as he spoke, and was so shocked that he was speechless by Yang Feng's crazy sword-making skills.
The sword spirit transforms into a state of true fire!
Sword body furnace, blazing flames!
Ordinary saint-level swordsmiths make swords, although they also use the sword as a furnace and the mind as fire, but the real fire is not like Yang Feng's mind that turns into thousands of fires, with raging flames.
Rather, it pays attention to the slow and long flow of water, and the continuous flow of fire from weak to strong, from weak to strong.
"What a crazy boy. If it had been anyone else, he would have exploded a long time ago."
Xi Shi looked at Yang Feng's sword-making skills and couldn't help but secretly clicked his tongue.
Only Yang Feng dared to do this, because the material of the Lingsha Sword itself was of extraordinary quality. If the entire Daxia planet were turned over, it would be impossible to forge such a sword.
"Xiao Shi, do you now know why I invested in him?"
Long Xue's proud little eyes looked at Xi Shi.
I couldn't help feeling frustrated.
"Ha! Don't be too happy, Xiaoxue. He might even make this broken sword useless by refining like this."
Xi Shi is skeptical about Yang Feng's current sword-making skills.
She had seen many swordsmiths, including many saint-level swordsmiths, but there was no swordsmith similar to Yang Feng.
As the person involved, Yang Feng didn't think so much. He devoted himself wholeheartedly to forging the sword. The sword's intention turned into the realm, and his intention turned into thousands of fires. Under such high intensity, even Yang Feng was a little overwhelmed.
What surprised Yang Feng even more was that the material of the broken sword and the sword-making material "Qingming Stone" could withstand high-temperature smelting.
drop!
despair!
Beads of sweat as big as soybeans on Yang Feng's forehead slid down his fair face.
Seeing the Qingming Stone wrapped in real fire slowly melting bit by bit under the terrifying high temperature, Yang Feng felt even more nervous.
The melted blue underworld stone was in a liquid state and dripped into the furnace.
The furnace that the sword body was transformed into was burned red by the real fire.
But no cracks appeared. No matter how the real fire transformed by the Destruction Sword Intent burned, the furnace remained unscathed.
"Hiss! Is it the real fire that destroys the sword's will? This silent soul has not felt such a temperature for thousands of years. Let the flames burn more fiercely!"
It was cold and dark, except for a lamp with a weak flame, which was illuminated by the burning real fire.
The Lingsha Sword Spirit was being roasted by the real fire, tempering the sword spirit, and burning away the dirt on its body. Yang Feng couldn't bear to look at the figure of the sword spirit swaying in the flames.
"Lingsha, success or failure depends on this!"
Yang Feng's heart sank.
Although he had mastered the god-level ninth-level sword-making technique, and although he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind, it was still his first time to forge a sword, and the one he forged was the Spirit Sword, a spirit sword made of extremely special materials.
The dripping green stone liquid fell into the furnace behind the sword body.
Zhi!
Zhi!
Like water dripping on a red-hot stone.
The Qingming Stone liquid that fell into the sword body flowed along the incomplete cracks in the sword body.
magnetic!
Stitch! Those dense cracks that were difficult to see with the naked eye began to "heal" slowly after coming into contact with the bluestone that was burnt into liquid by real fire, just like stitches after a person's surgery, all the dense cracks were sutured.
certainly! Due to limited sword-making materials, the edge of the broken sword still showed no improvement.
boom!
boom!
Long!
…
Just when the sword was about to be successfully cast, a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the sky, and the storm suddenly became tense.
There are thunderclouds in the sky, and there are quite a lot of black clouds over the city.
A sudden strong wind lifted up the rocks on the ground, causing sand and rocks to fly for a while.
"Thunder tribulation?! Who caused the thunder tribulation?"
"Could it be? It's him!"
Xi Shi and Long Xue said in unison, looking at Yang Feng who was in the center of the thunder tribulation.
According to legend, when a senior swordsmith makes a sword made of the finest materials, there is a chance that a thunder disaster will be triggered after the sword is made.
Because the better the material of a sword, the stronger the sword spirit contained within it.
This thunderstorm was caused by the Lingsha Sword Spirit. The body of the Lingsha Sword was repaired and the quality of the sword was improved. After being roasted by the real fire, the sword spirit transformed and sublimated. When it was jealous of the sky, it descended from the sky. Thunder disaster.
Want to destroy it.
"Did this sword cause the thunder disaster?!"
"It's really irritating to compare people with each other, so I have to throw away the goods!"
Seeing Yang Feng motionless where Chu was, both Xi Shi and Long Xue were jealous.
