Chapter 1062 The Equipment of the Foundry Pavilion Lacks Soul Infusion

Fan Yezi gave in.

Not because the rice is fragrant, but because of the weapons.

As a great expert in casting, it can be seen that Han Fengjian and Hanmangjian are completely impeccable in workmanship, even if they are made by themselves, they may not be able to reach this level!

Master!

Absolute master!

However, this is only 20% of the secrets left by Mo Xie!

Fan Yezi was completely shocked and completely crippled!

If you learn the secrets of the couple by yourself, the casting technique will definitely have a qualitative leap!

Although Fan Yezi is respected as the number one casting master today, he never thinks that he has reached the pinnacle in the way of casting, and always has the heart of an apprentice.

In fact, the dog left out a little more weapons.

Just relying on the first-grade Hanfeng sword and cooperating with him, he can make Master Fan disarm and surrender.

Therefore, it is not scary to have a backbone, but I am afraid to prescribe the right medicine!

"Crench!"

The cell opened, and the warm sunlight streamed in.

Under the eyes of Dai Lu, Zhao Doudou, and Young Master Yuan, Fan Yezi was the first to leave the cell, and he was also the last to come in and the fastest to get out of prison.

"Three."

He stopped in front of the cell door and said, "It's fate to be a cellmate. We'll see you in the future!"

"..."

Dale's eyes flashed with anger.

I don't have a spineless inmate like you! Goodbye, forever!

Zhao Doudou looked envious, thinking to himself, if Sect Master Jun actively recruited him, he would definitely not hesitate to agree!

...

the same day.

Fan Yezi became the head of the casting hall.

Since then, the shock began, because many ordinary outer disciples of the sect were all equipped with Hanfeng sword and Hanmang sword!

"Oh my God!"

"These weapons are all identical in workmanship, as if they were printed from a mold!"

Fan Yezi wandered around the sect at will, and every time he met his disciples, and every time he evaluated weapons, the expression on his face kept changing.

certainly.

The so-called casting refers not only to weapons, but also to equipment and protective gear.

The inner disciples were wearing real condoms, and they were sparring on the martial arts arena. The fight was fierce here. Master Fan suddenly rushed in and put his hands in front of the disciples. It's gone!"

For the next time, the disciples of the Wangu Sect were very depressed.

Because of a little carelessness, Hall Master Fan would appear in front of him and frantically stroke his weapons and equipment with the palm of his love, to the point of being intoxicated!

"Ah!"

In the thatched hut, a male disciple with a large size ran out with his trousers in his hands, collapsed and shouted, "Why is he here!"

Fan Yezi's obsession with casting drove Fan Yezi into madness, and even every time he evaluated the equipment of Wan Guzong, he would fall into deep shame.

but.

After several days of research on the equipped weapon, he discovered a flaw.

"metropolitan."

Inside the hall, Fan Yezi said in a deep voice, "Although the equipment you cast is perfect, after the past few days of observation, there is still something missing."

"What's missing?"

"Lack of..." Fan Yezi paused and said solemnly, "Soul!"

Jun Changxiao looked startled.

Fan Yezi said: "Each weapon is inseparable from the hard work of the casting master, so after it is assembled and formed, there will be a kind of soul, but Fan cannot feel the existence of the soul from the equipment cast by the sect master."

"Although the Hanfeng sword Hanmang sword is absolutely superior in the same quality, it still has flaws because it lacks a trace of soul."

"certainly."

"This defect is not fatal."

"But if it's someone who really has special feelings for weapons, because they don't have a soul, it will affect their use, and they won't even be able to play their best state."

The weapons and equipment such as Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword are all from the foundry, and the quality and workmanship are impeccable, but after all, they are similar to machine production.

to be honest.

There is definitely a difference between mechanic and manual work.

Jun Chang smiled and said: "This seat is also aware of this problem,

However, due to the limited ability, it can't be solved. I wonder if Hall Master Fan can do anything? "

"Yes!" Fan Yezi said.

Jun Chang smiled happily and said, "What can I do?"

"Fan's understanding of martial arts is not high, but he has a little talent for casting. Combined with hundreds of years of casting, he has condensed the spirit of casting." Fan Yezi said.

"The spirit of casting?"

"Xiuwu has the spirit of martial arts, and swordsmanship has the spirit of kendo. Even a scholar can gather the spirit of a scholar, and the spirit of casting is related to casting."

Jun Changxiao understood.

Fan Yezi said: "If these weapons forged by the suzerain are blessed with the spirit of casting, and then slightly reshaped, they can be injected into the soul. Although the power will not be significantly improved, it will allow the user to better fit them and make To the true unity of human and machine!"

specialized!

He's so professional!

Jun Changxiao said: "The weapons cast by this seat, especially the Hanfeng sword, almost every disciple has one. It will take a long time to retrain and inject the soul, right?"

"soon."

Fan Yezi said proudly: "With the casting spirit that Fan has mastered, it is not difficult to reshape a hundred handles in one day."

Hundreds of handles a day.

A hundred days is a thousand handles!

The weapons that he has refined over the years have only been in the hundreds of thousands. Wouldn’t it be done in three to five years?

Moreover, there is also the secret realm of time and space, which can let him go in and reshape, and the speed of injecting soul will only be faster!

"In that case."

Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and said, "Then what are you waiting for, Hall Master Fan begins to reshape and inject his soul!"

Fan Yezi said, "Fan can't wait!"

The weapons that Jun Changxiao cast are perfect in quality and workmanship, but lacking in soul, which caused him to have an outbreak of obsessive-compulsive disorder, and the defects must be completely repaired!

...

Foundry Hall.

"Hoohoo!"

Different from the breath of martial arts, it gradually gathered in the room, wrapped the hanging Hanfeng sword, and then penetrated deeply.

"Is this the spirit of casting?"

Jun Changxiao, who was watching from the side, was surprised.

"call out!"

After a while, the cold front sword shrouded in the casting air gently fell, and then was placed on the casting table.

Fan Yezi, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, crossed his hands, and his beard fluttered freely under the air waves.

"Buzz!"

The released casting energy suddenly split into two strands, and then condensed in the form of a hammer, and began to strike the cold front sword again and again, with a faint sound of jingle.

"I go!"

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: "Can you still play like this? You've gained more knowledge!"

In ancient times, there were dou qi into wings, dou qi into horses, and dou qi into oxen. Today, there is Fan Yezi casting qi and transformation hammers!

The two iron hammers struck the Cold Front Sword again and again, and the casting air fused on the surface gradually penetrated and merged with the sword body.

a little.

Fan Yezi took back his casting spirit.

The Hanmang Sword has been remodeled, and the body of the sword is shrouded in light, as if it were completely new!

"Great, great!" Jun Changxiao gave a thumbs up.

"Hey."

Fan Yezi sighed and said, "My understanding of the technique of casting has reached the upper limit, and I can go to a higher level in my lifetime, not to mention injecting soul into weapons, even if it is injected into artifact spirits, there is no problem."

Jun Changxiao widened his eyes and said, "Can the spirit be injected as well?"

"Um!"

Fan Yezi said: "This is the level of casting the way to the realm of transformation. It has been recorded in ancient books. Unfortunately, no one has touched the Starfall Continent. Maybe it's just a rumor."

Jun Changxiao comforted: "As long as this level exists in the world, with the strength of Master Fan, it will one day be able to reach it."

"Hahaha!"

Fan Yezi laughed loudly and said, "I borrowed the auspicious words from the suzerain."

There is a bit of bitterness and helplessness in the laughter, because he knows that if there is such a casting level, he will never comprehend it in his life with his own understanding, because that level is no less than the broken void in the martial arts, soaring to the upper realm. !