Indestructible Primordial Spirit

"No one can match the genius of the sword-making genius?" As soon as the words came out, everyone was in a commotion, whether they understood or forged, but the words were always understandable. Is this evaluation too high?

Some interested people listened in their hearts, and they were even more shocked. They couldn't help looking at Sikong Weidian and see if he could explain anything more.

"Read the fire ... Uncle Wei Dian, you mean ..." Si Kongnian's hand that pulled the bellows stopped, which is undoubtedly a very incompetent behavior for an auxiliary forgemaker.

Si Kong Wei Dian nodded: "If you read the fire, you can reach the point of Jian Yin Qi, and there is only one person in the Si Kong family now, which is your grandpa ... but ..."

It was also at this time, as Lu Fuqiu's small hammer struck, he gradually turned Xuantian into a slender, thick sword. A light and beautiful buzz came from the percussion. Gives a feeling of instant suffocation.

Si Kongnian wiped the sweat on the corner of his eyebrow with the back of his hand, and his eyes were full of wonder: "How can this be, how old is he ... this is the highest skill of the sword under the refiner, even some refiners in Yunze have Failed to reach this level. "

"So I said, this man is a genius of peerless sword-making, and I'm ashamed ..." When Sikong Weidian was amazed, he saw the fire in the hearth suddenly sink down, and hurriedly urged: "Blow the fire, don't affect the sword out ! "

Si Kongnian suddenly reacted in shock, and quickly pushed the bellows with great force. The fire suddenly burst into flames. With the slamming of the hammer by Lu Buqi, a wave of fire waves, gorgeous and charming, giving an indescribable expression. Strong breath of life.

In fact, Lu did not abandon him at all and did not know how much deterrence his actions have caused to others. He only knew that he seemed to have entered a very mysterious situation.

Yes, Lu Buqi also realized his own changes, although he did not particularly understand the usefulness of such changes, but he knew that it was definitely not a bad thing.

After Lu Buqi repeatedly played 103 times, he also felt that his physical energy was exhausted, and if he went on, he would probably be incapable of casting. So he put on his hammer and started to mold the sword.

In my mind, I went through the style of the sword again this time, and Lu Buqi suddenly felt a flash of spiritual thought in his heart, thinking of the mystery of this magic weapon to recognize the Lord, that is, thinking of the power to let go, to sense the incredible thing. Happening.

However, he did not think that this time, Lu Buqian was so surprised that he could feel himself, and he felt a warm atmosphere like noon sun, which was definitely not his own breath, it was a kind of fire.

Yes, for the first time in his whole life, Lu Buqiu felt the breath outside the body with his mind, which was the breath of fire.

Then, naturally, with Lu Furen's idea, this breath was grafted onto the foundry hammer in his hand, and at the same time, it was brought into the black iron by tapping.

Lu Buqiu even seemed to be able to see that a ray of crimson breath, smelted into the black iron a little bit with the hammer of the casting hammer, and with the tremor of the black iron, there was a faint a little bit of breath rewinding. Back to his body.

Lu did not abandon his intuition that this rewinding breath would definitely help his body, but he didn't know how to absorb it, and could only leave his body wrapped around in smoke and mist, washing his skin and pores.

From an outsider's point of view, Lu Buqian is like a magical fire-controlling man at this moment. Those flames are light and sometimes swept his body, but they will not burn Lu Buqie at all, but let Lu Buqie show the essence of openness. Qi is more vigorous and refined.

At this time, everyone has a feeling that Lu Buqi is not just forging weapons, he is also forging himself.

As the black iron gradually became a device, the buzzing sound became louder, and the naked eye could almost see the natural but abnormal tremor of the sword body.

"Ding Ding ..." When Lu Buqi raised his hammer again, but did not fall, he flicked his hand, the flame wrapped the black iron sword, and swept a long dragon into the water.

"Oh ..." At this time, the ordinary quenching sound also gave people a strange sense of anomaly, and Lu Buqi's face also had a flying divine color, if he realized.

After the refined tempering, the strange long sword blank with a handle length of one foot and a foot length of three feet and seven feet was completely formed. Compared with Sikong Weidian's Xuantie Broadsword, this sword is a little shorter and narrower. Even the wide area below is only eight inches, while the narrower area above is only six inches.

However, the sword body is slightly thicker, and the entire handle gives a sense of oblateness. If it is not the sword ridge, the blade, the blade, and the shape of the sword handle, all of them may mistake it as a pestle.

Si Kong Wei Dian is no longer contentious. He even asks with a bit of tone in his speech. The real consultation is: "Don't give up on the master, how dare you ask this sword to be so heavy?"

"The epee has no sharp edge, and it is big but not work!" Lu never gave up his eyes and stared at the shaped epee, his heart was agitated. I did not expect that one day, he could catch his ears in the past life, his favorite weapon. Forge it.

The black iron epee, this sword is definitely the best weapon he has ever forged. Fang Tianhua is compared with it, which is definitely a difference between clouds and mud, and Lu does n’t even want to send it out.

"The epee has no sharp edge, so clever but does not work?" Si Kongnian chewed the words, and his eyes suddenly lighted up: "Lu Fuqiang, you mean, this sword doesn't open at all, but how can it have no openness? Enough lethality? "

Feeling that the residual heat is not enough, Lu Buqi reached out and picked up the black iron epee, feeling the condensed sense of strength, and smiled with satisfaction: "Different weapons are used in different ways, naturally you cannot expect this. The sword tears the wound, but this sword has a good cohesion and breaking effect. Why is it necessary to be sharp with absolute strength? "

"How does Wu Feng call it a sword?" Si Kong Wei Dian Liang revealed that he had just completed the preliminary sharpening of the black iron broadsword. "Now that you and I have become swords, it is natural to make them more male and female."

Although I think that the forging technique is not as good, but since I have already said that it is a gamble, it must be completed naturally, and Si Kong Weidian also wants to see that the black iron broad sword he cast is as heavy as Lu Xuan's black iron. What's the difference between swords.

Lu never gave up and nodded: "The black iron weapons of more than fifty smelts are enough to support the warriors who are five or more enthusiastic. In my opinion, Master Wei Dian is not only a swordsmith, but also five enthusiastic. Warrior, I think I read right? "

As soon as Lu did not abandon this remark, the onlookers were buzzing. The Warrior Warrior was even a top warrior, and the Warrior Warrior who could reach five levels was even more powerful.

Si Kong Weidian's face was a little dignified, and he nodded his head: "The master who is not abandoned is not wrong. In my opinion, the master who is not abandoned has probably reached the **** realm, but I do not know the realm."

Everyone was uproared again, and someone who knew Lu Buqi's age was even more shocked and said, "He is only 16 years old, and he has reached a **** state!"

In many people's expressions, including Si Kongnian, he never gave up grinning: "Somewhat worse than Master Weidian ..."

Sikong Weidian was slightly relieved, and he was able to regain a little bit of his life. This Lu Fuqiu ’s physique was too horrible, and his sword-making talent was so superb that he was a bit out of breath. If he ’s more refined than him, , Then he really shouldn't be confused.

However, what Lu continued to say was that Si Kongwei Dian was almost not planted aside, and it was also uproaring: "However, the strength is certainly not inferior to Master Wei Dian, so it is better for you and I to compare them for the purpose of comparing weapons Fan? Both sides do their best to see which sword is destroyed first, how? "

The uproar reappeared, and from Lu Buqi's self-confident look, he was indeed not bragging, and the subtext did not mean that his refining realm was worse, but to fight it, but he could beat Sikong Weidian?

Taking weapon destruction as the argument for winning or losing, and both sides holding their own, this is undoubtedly a big challenge for the swordsmith. Although I saw Lu Furen's "Reading the Fire and Turning the Sword," but did not really run into it, the result was still unknown. Now the eyebrows are raised: "The two swords came out on the same day, and they came out for gambling. Naturally, you only need to leave one handle, and the destroyer counts his fate! But, do you still have physical strength?"

"Anyway!" Lu did not give up, backhanded with a sword, the sword pointed at the sky, and the man had already walked outside the shop ...