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"This is what you need for sword making. I've got a lot of them for you." The boy in red didn't look back. He took out three things he had brought back and threw them to Feng zhantian behind him.

Feng zhantian catches it and looks at it carefully. He hesitates and doesn't know how to return to the words of the boy in red. This young man suddenly came to the sword casting villa more than half a year ago. The first sentence he said was "let him cast a sword, a sharp sword that can cut off the century old black iron.".

Because of the noble status of the young man in red, he did not dare to disobey the young man's orders, but he really could not make such a sword for him. So he agreed for the time being and sent someone to report to the man on the throne.

But in a few months, no matter how many people he secretly sent, and how many times he sent them, there was no news.

Later he learned that all the people he sent out were intercepted and killed by this young man, and none of them arrived in the capital smoothly.

In this case, he had to start casting swords for the youngsters.

A sword that is not made from the heart, but not from the heart, will not succeed in the end.

The boy was not angry at all and ordered him to recast.

At that time, he really didn't know the boy. After listening to him, he thought he was good at speaking and could continue to be perfunctory.

But when he started casting swords for him again, he never thought that that night, the boy caught his eldest son, locked his eldest son into the current sword casting pool, and gently told him, "if you fail again this time, you will sacrifice the sword with his eldest son's life. After the sacrifice, start casting the sword again. If he fails again, he will sacrifice his second son to the sword. He will allow him to fail as many times as he has

After listening to these words, he was so threatened when he was old. He was not good at that time, but he still didn't dare to disobey the young man.

Thinking of this, Feng zhantian looked to his eldest son, who was still locked in the corner. The temperature here is very high. It's not a place for ordinary people to stay for a long time at all. What's his eldest son like now?

Later, he deliberately found an excuse to tell the boy in red that if he wanted to cast a sword successfully, he needed a lot of precious swords from all over the world to be put into the sword casting pool to burn it. The young man ordered him to send out an invitation letter, in the name of "famous sword conference" to attract people to take the initiative to bring swords.

The original intention of his excuse was to make a big deal, to attract the attention of the person on the throne, and to let the person on the throne know that the boy has come to the sword casting city.

But more than a month later, there was no news in the palace, and I don't know if the person on the throne knew it?

So, he found a new excuse, saying that three rare things were needed to make the sword. He wanted to make the young man go to the sword making villa, so that he could have a chance to send someone secretly to report to the man on the throne. Unexpectedly, the young man came back so soon with the three things he listed.

Now with these three things in his hand, Feng zhantian only feels that he has three hot potatoes.

"Why, it's not what you want? Am I the wrong one? Or are you deliberately wrong? " After a long time without hearing the response, the boy in red spoke again, and his voice became colder. He also learned more than two years ago that the four chains made of black iron of a hundred years ago came from the sword casting villa. More than half a year ago, he finally went out of the palace and came to the sword casting villa just for this one thing - casting a sword, casting a sharp sword that can cut a hundred year old black iron.