I, beat the Eastern Swordsman at the beginning

Chapter 71
The cloud-pattern fine iron is relatively hard. Ye Feixian borrowed a sledgehammer from them and tried all his strength, but he only knocked off a little dust-like dust, which was far less than one-tenth of the requirement.

Seeing this, the outer disciples on the side walked over and said:

"Brother, you didn't do it like this."

"First, heat the fine moiré iron until the whole body is red, then smash it down a little with a sledgehammer, and finally fuse with molten iron before starting the next process."

"You watch first, I'll teach you how to do it."

Enthusiastically took the cloud pattern fine iron, and the other disciples threw it into the sword casting furnace.

After burning an incense stick, the extremely high temperature in the furnace burned the cloud-patterned fine iron red. He took it out with a pair of iron tongs, then put it aside and smashed it vigorously, and the sound of banging was endless.

A small piece of the heated moiré iron was knocked off, and immediately, the disciples from the other sect said to Ye Feixian:
"Okay, the next step is to stir the molten iron to fully integrate the two."

"Brother, I still need to take care of other things, and I will leave it to you here."

Nodding his head calmly, Ye Feixian held a pair of iron tongs and was staring at the molten iron in a daze.

He has never done these things since he was a child, and he is very curious at this moment.

Under the enthusiastic guidance of others, Ye Feixian poured the molten iron mixed with moiré fine iron into the sword-shaped mold. When the initial shape was not completely cooled, the other party handed him a small hammer:

"let's start."

"Beat more than 900 times. If it gets cold during the period, heat it again until it becomes a sword embryo with thick nails!"

The sound of clanging hammers resounded around the sword casting furnace, and Ye Feixian struck the sword embryo vigorously. Due to the surrounding temperature, thick sweat had already flowed from his whole body.

In the evening, he was holding a sharp sword that had begun to take shape.

But according to these outer disciples who specialize in forging weapons, this is only the first step, and it needs to go through many processes to turn it into a sharp weapon.

Seeing that it was getting late, Ye Feixian quenched the sword embryo, put it aside, and went to rest with everyone.

"Why are there only a few of you disciples in the huge Zhushen Peak?"

"Senior Brother Ye doesn't know something!"

In the afternoon, Ye Feixian had made acquaintance with several people, and at this moment it was an outer disciple named Tong Huan who was talking to him.

"The Zhushen Peak is quite vast, and we outer disciples are scattered around, and we will set up a sword-forging furnace at a certain distance to forge weapons for the sect."

"It is said that there is a fire vein below this peak that goes all the way to the sky. We just received some benefits from this vein."

"Senior Brother Ye, we will continue to forge swords tomorrow, so I will go to rest first."

"Ok!"

Saying goodbye to everyone, Ye Feixian turned over and jumped onto the bed, put his tongue to his chin, and began to practice with all his heart.

After performing the exercises for two hours, he opened his eyes in the dark night, and a bright light suddenly appeared, but it quickly disappeared into nothingness.

In the early morning of the next day, hearing the sound of hammering, Ye Feixian walked out of the room. Tong Huan and the others had already started today's task. Naturally, he would not slack off, and took the sword embryo that was initially polished yesterday in his hand.

With their guidance, Ye Feixian quickly mastered the basic method of forging swords, and a sharp sword used by outer disciples was quickly completed.

Under the sun, he held a sharp sword that exuded a cold glow, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

This sharp sword mixed with moiré fine iron is even sharper, and it dances like the wind, as if it has the potential to break through the air.

Ye Feixian also found that when the inner energy was poured into it, the sword became more light and agile, and it was very smooth to drive.

"Maybe it's because I made it myself!"

Thinking like this, Ye Feixian walked to the whetstone beside him and started the final work.

The sound of rubbing and rubbing resounded in everyone's ears, and Tong Huan and others saw the sharp sword forged by Ye Feixian, and their eyes were filled with envy.

After the other party finished the last step, he walked up to Ye Feixian and said:

"Senior Brother Ye, can this sword be transferred?"

"When I cast swords on Zhushen Peak, I also accumulated some cloud-pattern refined iron, which can be exchanged with you."

"Hehe, since you like it, I'll give it to you!"

Although this sword is good, compared with the Qinglian sword, its power is greatly reduced, and now he no longer looks down on it.

Taking the sword with joy, Tong Huan hastily cupped his hands at Ye Feixian, and then kept stroking it under the envious eyes of others.

Shaking his head and smiling, Ye Feixian, according to what the other party said yesterday, transported the moire fine iron residue from the foot of the mountain, intending to continue forging weapons.

These residues are discarded by the disciples of the outer sect after they forged the divine weapons, among which there are occasional cloud-pattern fine irons that have not been exhausted, which are regarded as treasures by these outer sect disciples.

Tong Huan said earlier that he also has a stock of cloud-pattern fine iron, so he must have found it from here.

One day, two days...

Ye Feixian sticks to the one-month period and keeps forging the sword on Zhushen Peak. Gradually, he becomes proficient in his techniques, and even catches up with Tong Huan and other veterans.

One afternoon, when everyone was resting not far from the sword casting furnace, Tong Huan suddenly said to him:
"Senior Brother Ye, in two months, I will be able to return to Shenfan Peak."

"This time, I plan to attack the eighth realm of Houtian, and get a good ranking in the next outer sect assessment, so as to prepare for promotion to the inner sect."

"Then congratulations in advance, I wish you a successful breakthrough."

Tong Huan and other disciples who have the talent for sword casting will complete the sword casting task on Zhushen Peak every six months, and return to Shenfan Peak to continue their practice after the period expires.

Of course, for them, the sword casting process is also a kind of practice, so their physique is stronger than ordinary people.

So he said that his cultivation base of the Eighth Realm of the Later Heaven overwhelmed other outer disciples, it was not groundless.

After resting, Ye Feixian came to the sword casting furnace as usual, took out the red-hot sword embryo, and then beat it with a small hammer.

At this time, Tong Huan also came over, holding a sledgehammer:
"Senior Brother Ye, let me help you!"

"Ok!"

Under the cooperation of the two, a high-quality sharp sword slowly took shape, and the outer disciples who surrounded them had already exchanged several sharp swords from the two of them. Apart from keeping them for their own use, they could sell the rest to others. same door.

Since Ye Feixian stayed on Zhushen Peak for such a long time, he has already mastered some sword-making skills, which made Tong Huan and others admire him, calling him a sword-making genius.

If he immerses himself in this way for many years in the future, he might become a master swordsmith of a generation and be admired by thousands of people.

The sky was red and the sun was setting, and Ye Feixian had already forged the last sharp sword of the day.

He casually threw it to the people beside him, and then returned to the residence.

After not seeing him for a long time, his originally slender arms also had muscles, and many calluses had been added to his palms, making them extremely rough when rubbed.

Near midnight, he took a pill, counting how long he would have to stay, and then decided to go up tomorrow to see how long it would take for the Qinglian sword to be repaired.

(End of this chapter)