Chapter 945 A Thoughtful Word

The smooth jade-like bead slowly floated in front of Mo Xie. Ou Yezi raised his eyebrows as he watched this scene, looking at the bead with some surprise.

But at this time, Mo Xie looked a little curious, stretched out his little hand and gently poked the beads in front of him. Then he looked at Bai Jiao.

"For me?"

The white dragon nodded, then turned around and disappeared into the mountains without saying a word.

Moye looked back at his father with confusion in his big eyes. Fortunately, Ou Yezi started to explain in time.

"This is the mountain bead. It is the divine bead bred by Cishan Mountain. It is the bead that connects the earth here. This white dragon can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. He sealed himself here and refined the mountain bead of Cishan Mountain. It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise." It’s a symbol of the mountain god.”

As he said that, Ou Yezi looked at Mo Xie and said with a smile, "Just keep it, it's no big deal."

Moye nodded, and then put the bead away, with a hint of joy in his expression.

After all this was over, Ou Yezi looked at the gushing spring water and said with a smile: "It is really rare to find a spring water containing dragon energy."

After hearing this, Sun Wu couldn't help but become curious, and asked: "Should we start making swords?"

Ou Yezi nodded, then stood up and walked towards the spring. With a wave of one hand, he redirected the gushing water towards his sword-making platform.

After doing this, Ou Yezi turned to look at Sun Wu and said, "Is there anything wrong with you to forge the sword this time?"

Sun Wu was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's nothing, I'll do it."

"Then let's get started."

After saying that, I saw Ou Yezi walking towards the sword-making platform. Sun Wu did not dare to neglect, so he could only follow and start preparing. After a lifetime of charging into battle, this was the first time he had made a sword.

After Ou Yezi searched for the materials needed to make the sword in Cishan Mountain and put the sacred stone in it, he threw a stone like an ice cube into the fire.

"Is this?" Sun Wu looked at Ou Yezi's movements with curiosity in his eyes, and couldn't help but feel curious in his heart.

Upon hearing the inquiry, Ou Yezi said without raising his head: "This is Han Iron. It comes from the Guixu Land of the East China Sea. It is unique to Zhenhai Dragon Palace."

Sun Wu then nodded and said with a smile: "All the famous swords in the world come from the land of Wu and Yue. This is the first time I have seen this cast-iron sword."

"That's why I want you to see something." Ou Yezi said with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ou Yezi moved his wrist, and a dragon roar suddenly came from the fire. Sun Wu was shaken and hurriedly looked into the furnace.

I saw that the flames in the furnace suddenly became strong, and the temperature was so high that even I could feel the heat wave coming from outside the furnace.

In just a moment, Sun Wu was sweating profusely and could not bear the powerful heat wave.

At this moment, Ou Yezi's voice came to Sun Wu's ears: "There is a way to isolate it by running the spiritual energy in your body."

Hearing this, Sun Wu did not dare to neglect and hurriedly started to use the skills he was familiar with. In just a moment, Sun Wu's body felt cool.

Sun Wu felt the changes on his body, and then he was slightly stunned. He shook his head and laughed and said: "I have been practicing for decades, and only now I discovered that it has such wonderful effects. I thought it was just for strengthening the body."

"You are not wrong about the function of this technique. It is indeed for strengthening the body. The reason why you can use it now is because it is related to the previous giant sword."

Sun Wu looked at Ou Yezi in surprise, and then nodded in understanding.

At this time, Ou Yezi did not notice Sun Wu's expression, but was concentrating on watching the changes in the ore under the flames in the furnace.

The East China Sea Cold Iron is a thousand-year-old innate cold iron. The place is rarely visited by dragons, and they are all natural objects. If the Dragon Emperor hadn't made a trip, he would not have such objects in his hands.

It was burned with dragon fire. This was the first time I had done it. No one knew whether it could be successfully refined.

Countless cold air slowly emanated from the cold iron. In just a moment, the temperature in the furnace dropped a lot. Ou Yezi was stunned when he felt the change in temperature in the furnace.

Looking at the scene in front of him with a frown, Ou Yezi was just about to turn on the fire more vigorously, but who would have thought that when Ou Yezi was about to do it, he found that the ore in the furnace did not stop due to the drop in temperature. Refining.

Sun Wu beside him also glanced into the furnace at this time. At this time, the flames had gradually turned blue, and the temperature was still dropping.

But at this time, the cold iron slowly underwent a slight change, and slowly merged with other ores and sacred stones.

"When things go to extremes, will they be reversed?"

Ou Yezi looked at the changes in the furnace with some surprise. At this time, Ou Yezi's expression was full of curiosity, but Sun Wu couldn't help but think deeply after hearing this.

The luck in his body slowly began to fluctuate. Sun Wu's changes at this time instantly attracted Ou Yezi's attention. Looking back, Ou Yezi's eyes were full of light.

After giving Sun Wu a meaningful look, Ou Yezi ignored him and concentrated on watching the changes in the furnace. This is nearly a month.

The melting speed of cold iron is extremely slow, not as fast as imagined.

Moye was holding the bowl while finishing the meal, and glanced towards the stove from time to time. He had seen his own father look like this since he was a child, so it was not surprising. The only real thing was that he was still standing beside the stove. Sun Wu.

My father made swords because he made swords, and he would still come back when it was time to eat, but Sun Wu had not eaten for nearly a month.

Mo Xie, who was watching this scene, finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned back to look at his mother.

"Mom, the old uncle hasn't eaten for a month, so he's not going to starve to death?"

Zhu Yanyu looked at her daughter speechlessly. As a practitioner, she was no longer obsessed with food. If Sun Wu could not bear it in the past, but now that the spiritual energy in his body is activated, it would be nothing if he did not eat for a year.

"Do you think everyone is as greedy as you?" Zhu Yanyu said to Mo Xie angrily, and the little girl instantly became aggrieved.

At this moment, Ou Yezi walked back slowly, touched Mo Xie's little head, and then saw the little girl taking two mouthfuls of food in the bowl.

"Dad, when will you be able to make swords?"

Ou Yezi glanced at his daughter with a kind face, wiped the rice grains from the corner of her mouth, and then said: "It's coming soon, in the next two days."

As he said that, Ou Yezi turned his head and glanced at Sun Wu, his eyes flashing.

No one expected that his words would actually make him meditate for a month. Judging from the increasingly pure spiritual energy and luck condensed in his body, he was afraid that he would recover in just two days.

That's when the sword was forged.