War Emperor

There were more than a dozen sword casting furnaces prepared by Mr. Rong.

Those who tried, input a ray of energy into the sword-making furnace. At the hole on the lower left side, those sword-making furnaces, suddenly, as if they were activated, a large flame rose up, and the scene was somewhat spectacular.

Then those people wrapped a piece of van iron with tongs and put it into the sword-making furnace.

The flames in the sword-making furnace were driven by the special formations in the furnace. After a while, the iron began to redden slightly under the scorching of those flames, showing signs of weakness.

"Forging materials also have strict requirements on temperature. Now you can decide when you can forge based on your own feelings..."

Old Rong said lightly.

Feel the temperature of the material and the timing of forging, which is also a verification of talent.

Those people scratched their ears and disturbed their cheeks, feeling a little dazed. Then someone gritted their teeth, took the fan iron out of the stove, took a heavy hammer and forged it, but the hammer had just fallen, and with a sound, the fan iron suddenly folded in two. Half, blow it up...

"The time to take out the material was too early, the iron temperature did not meet the requirements, it failed..."

Old Rong said indifferently.

The man suddenly blushed with his old face, and left the sword casting furnace with his head down.

Then someone began to forge, the forging hammer fell, but the material was squeezed and deformed, turning into a pool of viscous liquid...

"The time is too late, the material is deformed, and it fails..."

"Hold the hammer too lightly, fail to meet the requirements, fail...

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As Rong Lao's voice fell, many people also stepped back because of embarrassing failures for various reasons, and no one lasted a few minutes...

Those who still shot can't help but smash their tongues. This is too difficult, just forging van iron, there is so much attention to it, it is hard to imagine how difficult it would be if rare materials are used.

This skill is really extraordinary.

Lin Han narrowed his eyes, carefully remembering the reasons for the failure of those people.

It was indeed an eye-opener for him to watch, and he also developed a keen interest in casting swords.

"Fifty Forge..."

"Fifty-five forging..."

"Sixty forging..."

"Someone is going to succeed!"

At this moment, someone exclaimed. On the left side of many sword-forging furnaces, a figure was waving a hammer steadily. He almost avoided the error-prone places that Rong Mei said and swung the hammer. , There are more than sixty times.

Rong Lao asked for a hundred forging, almost half of it has been completed.

"Yan Kun?" Lin Han raised his brows, and the other party was Yan Kun. Can't see that this guy can come this far, he deserves to be the second son of God Yanzong.

Yan Kun was sweating profusely at this time.

The weight of the forging hammer is not light, it weighs tens of kilograms, and after swinging dozens of hammers, it becomes more and more heavier.

Although very tired, Yan Kun is obviously not comparable to the ordinary second generation ancestor. A strong aura burst out of his body, holding on to his mind and continuing.

"Eighty forging..."

"Eighty-Five Forging..."

"Ninety Forge..."

When the forging hammer fell, the red common iron was continuously squeezed and reduced, and some impurities were continuously removed as the sparks splashed around.

"Ninety-five forging..."

"Ninety-eight forging..."

The sweat on Yan Kun's face grew more and more, and even the palm of his hand that held the hammer was trembling slightly.

Such a highly accurate drop hammer is also a huge test for a person's mind.

"when!"

After a hundred hammers fell, Yan Kun finally succeeded. Fan Tie, who had been slapped big, turned into a baby's fist. After being refined in the water, the iron block was shining brightly.

"Lao Rong, what do you think of my forge?" Yan Kun was a little energetic, presented the fine iron, and smiled at Lao Rong.

Rong Lao put the fine iron in his hand with his withered fingers, repeated observations, and nodded his head: "There are still a lot of impurities, but for the first time to do this, it is also very valuable. The quality is about six points. , It's a pass."

The smile on Yan Kun's face became even more intense, saying: "That introductory tutorial for sword making..."

Old Rong glanced at them. Those who were still trying their hands and feet nodded slightly. Judging from their talents, they obviously couldn't match Yan Kun. In other words, they were indeed Yan Kun.

"Wait a minute!" Just as Elder Rong was about to hand over the book to Yan Kun, a girl's voice suddenly sounded.

Lin Jiaoer stood up and said, "Old Rong, this hasn't finished the test yet. You handed the book to him so quickly. Maybe someone will have better grades than him next."

Old Rong frowned just about to speak, but Yan Kun's expression was gloomy, and he sneered: "Just because these people want to get better results than me? Dream!"

Many people did not refute, all of them were dejected and simply gave up.

Yan Kun's achievements are so outstanding that they feel desperate.

"Jiaoer...Do you think you are confident that you can beat me?" Yan Kun looked at Lin Jiaoer and smiled.

Lin Jiao'er's pretty face couldn't help blushing, she was playful by nature, and she couldn't swing that forging hammer a hundred times, let alone other things.

However, under the large crowd in the hall, she was stubborn and unwilling to lose the battle. She pursed her mouth now: "I...I can't do it, maybe others can't!"

Looking at the teenager who was sitting there calmly all the time, his eyes lit up and he was surprised: "My elder brother must have better grades than you..."

"Lin Han..."

Many people were taken aback.

Although Lin Han's achievements in the imperial martial arts competition were very impressive, it was impossible to beat Yan Kun in swordsmanship.

Xu Pingting also cast her beautiful eyes over and sneered slightly, obviously not thinking that Lin Han could do it.

From her perspective, everyone has to admit that Yan Kun's achievements are quite good among ordinary people.

"Just rely on him?" Yan Kun couldn't help laughing up to the sky. In fact, he was not the first time he had forged materials. He had also prepared for this in God Yan Sect, plus his special sensitivity to flame temperature. With this step, Lin Han wanted to surpass him as soon as he came up. It was a fantasy.

"If he can beat me, not only will the book give in, I can also give an extra one hundred thousand taels of silver tickets..." Yan Kun took out a silver ticket from his arms and said proudly.

"One hundred thousand taels?"

Many people exclaimed, this is a lot of property.

"If he can't win..." Yan Kun stared at Lin Jiao'er and smiled unkindly: "How about you accompany me in the Imperial City for two days?"

He is a well-known **** person. After playing with such a person for two days, everyone knows that this is not a good thing.

"You..." Lin Jiao'er didn't expect Yan Kun would make such a dirty request, and her pretty face flushed.

But in full view, she has always been willful, she bit her silver teeth at the moment, and said in shame: "Okay, this princess is betting with you!"

Wow!

There was an uproar all around.

No one thought that Lin Jiaoer was so self-willed and really dared to take it. It was about the royal face, and the bet was too strong.

"Then Lin Han, come on stage!" Yan Kun smiled happily at the moment, feeling that he had the chance to win, and said with contempt for Lin Han.

Seeing that things had evolved into this step, Lin Han also shook his head helplessly, secretly thinking that Jiaoer was too crazy.

But at this point, he couldn't admit the counsel, otherwise the Yan Shenzong should be proud of it.

"Let me try..." Lin Han nodded and stood up. He had just remembered the failure of many people, and he was a little emboldened.

Above the gravel, a half-person-high sword-forging furnace stood.

Lin Han came to the front, staring at the sword casting furnace, but a hint of doubt flashed in his heart, where he had seen it, but he couldn't remember it.

The forging hammer on the stone platform next to it is made of special materials. It is heavy and weighs about fifty catties. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is indeed not a light weight. After all, it is necessary to hold it hundreds of times. It’s not easy.

"Don't wear it out, let's get started!" Yan Kun sneered while hugging his chest.

Lin Han ignored him, and once again recalled the points that Rong Lao had said before, and then put his hand in front of a hole in the lower left of the sword casting furnace and input a beam of energy into it.

boom!

A large red flame rose from the furnace mouth immediately, rushing out.

"This…"

Many people were taken aback. The flames urged by Lin Han seemed a bit more blazing than ordinary people.

Lao Rong also raised his brows. The strength of the flame of the sword-forging furnace was determined by the energy quality of the motivator. The higher the quality, the more intense the flame.

Obviously, Lin Han's cultivation technique was better than everyone present.

If the flame is strong, it will save a lot, and the timing of refinement is self-evident for the swordsmith.

The practice of this little guy, Lin Han, is not simple.

Thinking of this, his turbid eyes couldn't help passing a gleam of light, with some expectations, wanting to see what kind of performance this prince who has risen from the tomb sweeping in the back mountain and made a lot of noise in the Imperial City will bring today.