Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 115 Blood Boiling

Immediately, all the audience in the arena turned their attention to An Qi and Yu Lin again. After all, only these two came to assess third-rank swordsmiths, and some of the others were to assess second-rank swordsmiths. Swordsmith's.

And there are some uncles in their 30s and some older players. It is difficult for these people to get the admiration of the audience. At most, I can say that these people really work hard.

But hard work does not get medals, medals are always awarded to the winners!Doesn't everyone understand this truth?

Of course, Duan Qi also worked hard.

After he threw all the materials in, he also started to walk to the furnace step by step.

Everyone else started to create prototypes, but Duan Qi stood beside this scorching furnace for a long time, his eyebrows were burning with a trace of burnt smell, his eyes seemed to reflect fire, and there were sparks in his pupils Burning blazingly, the dry wood is burning, and his eyes are full of a kind of courage that is very human.

Duan Qi directly put his hands into the furnace, the scorching heat of 2000 and [-] made his hands seem to melt.

"What is that kid doing? Playing with fire and setting himself on fire?"

Duan Qi's behavior undoubtedly attracted the attention of the masses.

Indeed, many swordsmiths were burnt to death when casting swords, and some swordsmiths couldn't bear the blow because of years of failed swordcasting, so they threw themselves into the furnace, and it was over. life.

There are many such people.

But Duan Qi is just a 16-year-old child. Is there anything a child can't think about?

The audience on the stage felt their throats burning and could not help swallowing. No one wanted to see a 16-year-old boy set himself on fire.

Duan Qi's hand really stretched into the furnace just like that.

Everyone held their breath.

The hearts of the two mentors, Xiao Xuan and Xiao Tian, ​​couldn't help but stare at Duan Qi.

Duan Qi felt that his sleeves had started to ignite with sparks, he didn't flinch, he endured the intense heat, the sweat on his arms just flowed out, and was evaporated into white gas by the scorching heat.

"Father, you said that a great swordsmith is not for showing off, not for pleasure. Only a swordsmith who has endured hardships is worthy of being called a great swordsmith!"

Duan Qi remembered Duan Litian's words, and these words have always inspired him, so he will never give up no matter what.

Duan Litian's "Sword Forging Technique" records a line: Only by putting your hand into the hot furnace and mobilizing the internal force again can the temperature control effect of the internal force be brought into full play!
Duan Qi is a person who pursues the ultimate, since he wants to do it, he must do his best!
The sleeves were all on fire, and everyone couldn't imagine how much pain Duan Qi was enduring at this moment.

His hands were burnt to ashes!
Just when the crowd felt sorry, Duan Qi opened his eyes again, the stubbornness and determination in his eyes made many people's hearts shake violently.

"Internal force - 32 heavens!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was silent!

There is no voice that can block the boy's voice, and no one dares to challenge this voice.

The boy's roar shocked the world, time seemed to stand still, and the boy's figure seemed to be taller, as tall as a mountain.

Xiao Xuan and Xiaotian couldn't sit still for a long time, they stood up one after another, their eyes were full of horror, as if their hearts had been hit hard by someone, and their eyes were almost blurred to stare at the boy.

"Ninety-nine heavens!"

"Ninety-nine heavens!"

This voice echoed repeatedly in everyone's ears. People forgot everything, but no one could forget this voice.

An Qi's hands trembled, and she couldn't help turning her head, staring blankly at the young man not far away.

I saw the inner force gushing out of the young man's palm, the flame in the furnace, in his hand, was like a trace of light yellow lines, or like catkins boiling in mid-air, fluttering, letting Duan Seven overrides.

Duan Qi's palm was red, but his expression was so serious.

Seeing the boy earnestly forging the sword, concentrating on it without any other distractions, An Qi's heart pounded, as if a young girl's spring heart was sprouting, and she couldn't extricate herself.

In the melting furnace, light yellow silk threads flicked along with Duan Qi's fingers.

His fingers flicked repeatedly in the furnace. The sense of rhythm, indescribable beauty and elegance, made many audience members seem to enjoy this magnificent movement.

What is even more astonishing is that the flame lines in the furnace are shuttling between pig iron and refined steel little by little, organically combining these two materials, and gradually, the flame lines bind them together again.

In just 2 minutes, the prototype of a sword was formed like this.

Duan Qi is like the knitting god, using lines to control the puppets, and using lines to weave——swords!

Watching this thrilling action, everyone felt as if their bodies were floating in mid-air. This kind of enjoyment made them feel as if they had returned to the past, when they were children, carefree, on the sea, Running barefoot, the sea breeze blows gently, so that they have a kind of refreshing enjoyment.

While they were enjoying themselves, Duan Qi's technique became faster and faster.

His hands were constantly intertwined, and the lines were also intertwined repeatedly. In the flames, sparks shot out, and Duan Qi's fingers were no longer gentle, but instead burst into bursts, like golden iron horses in the distance, criss-crossing the battlefield.

Watching this exciting rhythm, the audience felt as if they were riding on a war horse. There were thousands of passionate warriors running forward on this battlefield, fighting in this battlefield of swords, lights and swords. , the friendly army roared hissingly, and the signal of gunpowder smoke flew wildly, clamoring the whole world.

These scenes, as if they were on the scene, made it hard to extricate themselves.

"Ah! Kill!"

Someone in the audience had already shouted, and everyone followed the roar, stood up one by one, jumped wildly, and the blood of the entire audience was running high.

This kind of scene, applause is not enough to describe, only roaring, shouting, screaming!
Every sound is for Duan Qi.

Everyone was roaring, Xiao Xuan and Xiaotian's hearts seemed to be beating like drums, and the shouts made his eyes dim with tears.

This is not an assessment, this is a stage, a stage where only Duan Qi can perform alone.

The others are just accompaniment to him.

He got all eyes, all cheers, shouts, growls, roars.

This battle is endless, but Duan Qi's eyes are still so firm, and Duan Qi's face is still so serious.

He could no longer hear what was happening outside, and in his eyes, there was only focus!

The young man's focused eyes and the fire in his eyes completely melted An Qi's heart. She stopped what she was doing and stared at the young man in a daze.

(End of this chapter)