Shinra Tenzun

Chapter 257 Good Sword? 【Four more】

After the flame was extinguished, a prototype was formed directly in the furnace.

After taking out the red sword chick, Duan Qi directly tied it with five silk threads, and the prototype was hung in the air by the silk threads.

Then, a scene that everyone will never forget appeared.

Duan Qi directly picked up the hammer and struck the iron in the air. The sword body was entangled in the air by the silk thread, and turned it around at will. He held the hammer in both hands, and directly hit the sword in the air repeatedly.

The silk thread continuously rotated like a bandage, wrapping the sword completely. After 10 minutes, he threw the hammered sword directly into the water.

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After the white air rose, under the dull eyes of everyone, a short sword with silver light had already formed, and it was almost time to find the hilt.

The corner of Chen Zheng's mouth twitched slightly, as if waking up from a dream: "This... is it a success?"

"No... no fryer!"

Many people have realized that no matter how good the sword is, this time there is no fryer.

Chen Huo stood on the spot blankly, feeling that his 50 years of sword-making experience had all been in vain, his old face turned red with anger, and a surge of anger welled up in his heart.

"Cough cough cough..." He coughed violently, beating his chest continuously.

After Duan Qi fished out the sword from the water, he placed it on the stone platform, and said with a faint smile, "I hope Senior Chen will keep his word, and I will accept this golden carving furnace."

"Damn it!" Unconvinced, Chen Zheng couldn't help drawing his sword and charging forward.

But Chen Huo stopped him: "What are you doing?"

Chen Zheng yelled unwillingly: "I can't give him the furnace with golden carving and dragon pattern, it belongs to you, teacher!"

Chen Huo smiled bitterly: "Send him away! I would like to admit defeat! How can we swordsmiths do treacherous things?"

Hearing this, Duan Qi stopped in his tracks, his sleeves fluttered slightly, and the silk thread in his hand turned into a wisp of true energy and disappeared into the air.

Suddenly, Duan Qi turned around and said, "Thank you."

This sentence of thanks came from the bottom of his heart, but he really needed this gold-carved dragon-pattern furnace. In order to forge a famous sword for Han Mengling, a good furnace was essential.

Chen Zheng refused to accept it, and everyone refused to accept it.

"Hmph! What a reckless waste! What's so great about not frying furnaces? I, Chen Zheng, have never had a frying furnace happen in the past five years."

Chen Huo narrowed his eyes, and said coldly: "Let him forge swords! Anyway, these swords he forged can only kill chickens and dogs. It may be very difficult to kill people."

Three days later, Duan Qi had forged thirty swords in the sword casting house. These swords were displayed on the stone platform outside the sword casting house. Many of the swords were discarded and did not meet his satisfaction. Require.

He put away some better swords by himself.

Picking up the sword, he slid it lightly against the palm of his hand, and the blood kept seeping out.

"If you want to take away this furnace with golden carved dragon pattern, it seems that my [nameless] Naring will need to be upgraded."

Thinking about it, he immediately condensed his true energy and lifted the restriction on the ring. In an instant, the evil spirit of the ring spread like a tidal wave.

After the evil spirit spread in all directions, Chen Huo and others all turned their gazes together.

"He...is he really a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect? Look at this blood demon technique, it seems to be exclusive to the Blood Refining Sect!"

"Yes! Is there any ulterior secret in this period of seven?"

Many people are suspicious.

Duan Qi didn't care about them, and put his palm on the ring.

"Hiss!" Taking a breath of cold air, Duan Qi felt a wave of evil energy rushing directly into the brain through the blood vessels in the palm of his hand. If he hadn't practiced the "Nine Serenities Manual" by himself, coupled with his current cultivation in the Earth Yuan Realm, There is no way to stop this evil spirit.

With the improvement of his own strength, many of the original mysteries gradually disappeared.

The nameless ring will bring bad luck to people, presumably because it is a blood refining product, and the powerful evil spirit contained in it is simply unbearable for ordinary people. As long as you wear the ring, you will get sick more or less, and then die.

After losing too much blood, Duan Qi's face gradually turned pale, and he cursed secretly in his heart: "After eating so much blood from me, why don't you upgrade! It's still two cubic meters of space, how can you fit this furnace!"

Just when he was in a hurry, the space of Wuming Najie was slowly increasing.

Four cubic meters!

Eight cubic meters!

After the space increased to eight cubic meters, Duan Qi felt that his whole body was about to be drained of blood. In just a moment, his face turned yellow and his eye circles darkened, like a skinny old man walking out of the desert. .

After the space grew, Duan Qi slumped on the ground weakly, quickly took out a bottle of "Blood Enrichment Pill", and after swallowing it, his complexion looked better.

"Okay, I'm leaving, seniors!" Duan Qi leaned Najie against the golden carving dragon furnace, and the huge furnace was sucked into Najie at once.

Chen Huo felt distressed watching it, this guy really wants to take it away!

Chen Huo said it easily three days ago, but now that he thinks about it carefully, he will never come back after giving away something, and he feels exhausted physically and mentally.

"Duan Qi, I have something to tell you. I want to buy this gold-carved dragon pattern furnace. You can make a price!" Chen Huo called Duan Qi.

Duan Qi said with a smile: "I won't sell it no matter how much."

Chen Huo said: "It's useless for you to take it back. With your sword casting ability, it's a waste to use such a good furnace."

While talking, someone suddenly shouted at the door: "Old Chen, the rich and powerful of the Chuyun Empire are here."

Hearing the news, many people stopped their work and walked outside.

Chen Huo was also slightly taken aback, and said: "Duan Qi, you wait for me first, today is the opening day of the Sword Forging House, and many people will come to visit later, I will go to receive the rich and powerful."

Duan Qi folded his hands, found a chair, leaned on the back of the chair, and slowly closed his eyes.It would be too much for him to leave now. After the blood enriching pill is digested and the blood in his body returns to balance, he can leave at that time.

A middle-aged man in black and tie descended slowly from the air at the door. After seeing the person, Chen Huo was overjoyed and immediately flew up to greet him.

The person who came was Wu Jianlin, a rich man who was well-known in the Chuyun Empire. It is no exaggeration to say that the money in his hand could even buy a country. of.

After the man landed on the ground, he lightly patted Chen Huo on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Mr. Chen, I'm here to buy swords. Recently, I took in a samurai and wanted to buy them some good swords. You Don't worry, I, Wu Jianlin, will never be short of money."

Hearing Wu Jianlin's words, Chen Huo nodded immediately: "Yes, yes, sit inside, sit inside."

"Okay!" After Wu Jianlin agreed, the crowd stepped aside.

But the moment he stepped into the door, he saw a pile of swords displayed outside the sword casting house, Wu Jianlin's eyes lit up, and he stopped immediately: "Old Chen, these swords are..."

He was completely shocked, these swords were obviously forged by experts.Especially the novel style gave Wu Jianlin a refreshing feeling.

However, Chen Huo smiled disapprovingly: "These swords! They were made by a little doll. Don't worry about them. They are all waste products. If they are thrown at the door, they can be disposed of together at that time."

"Throw it away?" Wu Jianlin immediately changed his expression: "Such a good sword, Mr. Chen, you actually want to throw it away?"

Chen Huo's eyebrows twitched, feeling as if his ears were a little deaf: "A good sword? Mr. Wu, you may have misread it!"

(End of this chapter)