Chapter 122: I only Hope for a Chance to Forge the Sword Today. Here Comes the Sword!

Sword-making is definitely not an easy task. From the beginning, the disciples of Jianchi Palace have to hammer the iron embryo every day for at least three years.

But that is just the beginning of sword-making. The posture of swinging the hammer, the control of the flame temperature of the sword furnace, the accuracy of the hammer position... these all need to be cultivated, experience needs to be accumulated, and it takes more time!

Therefore, the old swordsmith originally planned to let Anle spend a month to learn sword-making roughly and master some basic skills of sword-making. Then, while he participated in the tempering, let Anle perform the important process of hammering and cultivate the relationship with the sword.

Finally, complete the forging and tempering of Anle's own sword.

However, at this moment, Anle got a thousand-jin iron hammer and smashed it on the iron embryo in the sword-making furnace. Sparks flew, showing an extremely skilled style of hammering!

"Impossible!"

Wan Jieliu, who was standing by, was holding a thousand-jin iron hammer, with a look of horror in his eyes.

The waist force technique when swinging the hammer, as well as the arc drawn by the thousand-jin iron hammer, are exactly the same as the sword-making techniques taught by Jianchi Palace, just like a Jianchi Palace disciple trained by Jianchi Palace who has been making swords all year round!

But... Wan Jieliu believes that in these three days, he has never taken Anle to personally experiment with sword-making.

The sword-making furnace is connected to the earth fairy fire under the Jianchi Palace. The earth fairy fire that is aroused will be quite dangerous for those who are not familiar with fire. Even practitioners in the double fifth realm cannot be guaranteed to be safe.

Moreover, these three days are for Anle to recuperate and consolidate his newly broken through double fifth realm cultivation. How could anyone teach Anle to make swords?

The old swordsmith who forgot to drink tea slowly stood up, and in his dark eyes, the Yuanlingjing iron embryo that changed shape under a hammer was reflected.

A touch of surprise and surprise appeared in his eyes.

Sword forging has nothing to do with cultivation, because the heaviest iron hammer used is only three thousand pounds. After dispatching the blood and energy in the body, the fifth realm cultivator can naturally pick up such an iron hammer.

However, the force-generating techniques of the iron hammer require countless attempts and explorations. Only after mastering the rules can they really burst out.

This is why the old swordsmith intends to let Wan Jieliu teach Anle, and when Anle can deform the Yuanling Jingfei iron embryo, he can start the next step of guidance.

And in his plan for Anle, the time left for Anle to deform the Jingfei iron embryo is three days!

However, Anle's first hammer... deformed the Jingfei iron.

It brought him a surprise.

The momentum that released the mind and mobilized the whole body was almost perfect. Although there were flaws in the control of the hammer, it was already good.

The most important thing is the emotion revealed by Anle when he dropped the hammer...

The confidence that the sword will definitely be made when the hammer is swung...

It was like a raging wave hitting the old swordsmith.

As the world's number one swordsmith, he has trained too many disciples, but he has never seen any newcomer who can burst out such strong confidence when holding the hammer for the first time!

The old swordsmith raised his hand and stopped Wan Jie Liu from speaking.

The meaning was very clear, let An Le continue to hammer.

After An Le dropped the first hammer, all his mind was intertwined and gathered on the hammer, and he was dispatching his mind to drop the second hammer.

However, although he glimpsed the mood and joy of the disciples of Jianchi Palace when they successfully forged the sword, he replicated many of the experience of the disciples of Jianchi Palace in forging swords.

However, this was still An Le's first time to drop the hammer, because he watched the process of successful sword forging.

Although it was only the first hammer, An Le integrated the emotion of confidence into it.

After the first hammer, Anle also felt a special emotion spreading all over his body instantly. Every inch of his flesh and blood was cheering excitedly, his eyes were bright, and the hammer that had deformed the fine iron embryo bounced out by inertia, but continued to swing it along with the force, with sparks flying, like a dream!

Continue!

The second hammer!

This hammer, Anle's momentum was even stronger. The first hammer might have been restrained, but the confidence of the second hammer was getting stronger!

The compressed air cried out!

When——

It was as if thunder exploded under the hammer, and there were arcs of lightning running and interweaving between the collision between the hammer and the iron embryo!

The flames in the sword-casting furnace surged like a circle of ripples, and after hitting the furnace wall, they gathered in the center again, and the fire was raging!

Anle's sword furnace at the center of his eyebrows was suspended in the air, hanging on the sword-casting furnace, and countless sword qi burst out from it. With the fall of a hammer, the sword qi spread and intertwined into it, increasing the induction between the iron embryo and grasping every change of the iron embryo!

In the inner elixir, the mysterious meaning is born.

The fierce bear embraces the mountain, and the huge force is generated!

The body of the Tongshen Sword trembles slightly, and even every wisp of sword energy in the body is fully stimulated, and the iron embryo in the sword furnace undergoes a unique change!

The earth fairy fire gushed out from the sword furnace, the blue and red intertwined, the roar became more and more fierce, the flame evaporated the air, and the essence of the fine iron embryo hit by the hammer was all diffused and intertwined in the air.

"Good!"

The old swordsmith's eyes sparkled, blooming with unprecedented joy!

He put down the porcelain jar filled with tea, strode to the side of the sword furnace, and began to help Anle forge the sword, turning over the Yuanling fine iron embryo in the sword furnace.

And Anle's movements did not change at all, and he did not panic because of his joining.

Hammer, continue to hammer!

Every time the hammer fell, it caused the fine iron embryo to change shape!

Originally, the old swordsmith planned to let Anle get familiar with the process of sword-making and master the means of sword-making. Then, under his guidance, he would participate in some minor sword-making processes to increase his familiarity with the sword, which would be considered as participating in the casting of the sword.

But now, seeing Anle's skilled forging skills, even his spirit and energy surged out, reaching a state that ordinary swordsmiths could not reach.

The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng was overjoyed!

So spiritual!

This boy, who can ring the bell thirty-six times, has a natural spirituality for the sword, as if he had divine help!

This state of sword-making is very rare, one in a million, which naturally aroused his mood, made him excited, and wanted to forge a sword.

He even changed his original idea and did not intend to take the lead himself, but planned to take Anle as the leader. He assisted and completed the casting of the sword that belonged to Anle.

Even if it was only a third-grade sword, Anle's personal forging was comparable to a second-grade sword!

Moreover, Wang Yansheng was confident that with An Le's momentum and his assistance, he would definitely not stop at the third rank!

Dang!

Dangdang!

The sound became louder and louder, and when it was piercing, it was like thunder exploding, and it spread from the sword-making workshop to the entire Jianchi Palace in an instant.

In the sword-making workshop, many disciples of the Jianchi Palace who were learning to make swords, or some sword-making masters, all stopped their actions involuntarily and listened to the sound of the sword-making exploding, as if it was a superimposed sound of a monstrous hammer falling.

"Who is making the sword? Is it Master Wang?"

"No, this doesn't sound like Master Wang's hammer falling. If I remember correctly, Master Wang is teaching Master An, who rang the sword bell thirty-six times, how to make a sword today? Could it be..."

"Interesting, let's go and have a look. This Master An... should have never made a sword before, and the first time he made a sword... there was such a sound?"

...

The sword-making masters who walked out of the sword-making workshop looked at each other and discussed with each other.

The next moment, everyone became interested and gave up the sword casting in the sword casting furnace, and walked towards Wang Yansheng's sword casting workshop deep in the Sword Pond Palace.

In front of the Sword Pond Lake, under the huge sword bell, many Sword Pond Palace disciples and Dali Kingdom Star List geniuses who were sitting cross-legged here, brewing the emotions of the sword bell and feeling the aftertaste left by the thirty-six bell waves, all showed astonishment.

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Lu Shisan was the most confused. He had a good relationship with Anle in the past three days, but he never thought that Anle could do so well in his first sword casting.

These days, Anle asked him a lot about the content and techniques of sword casting. He told him everything he knew. From some questions, it can be known that Anle had never cast a sword before, and was just a sword casting novice.

However, now listening to the sound of the forging and hammering of the sword casting furnace, he felt his hair stand on end.

Without caring about comprehending the aftereffects of the bell wave, he stood up, carrying his sword on his back, and walked towards Master Wang's sword-making workshop.

Lu Ziwei didn't know how to make swords, but she was very interested in Anle.

She stood up gracefully and followed him.

Master Wang's sword-making workshop was usually sparsely populated, because the majesty was still there, and the disciples of the Sword Pond Palace didn't dare to get together here.

But today, outside the sword-making workshop, there were densely packed disciples of the Sword Pond Palace, and many of them were still shirtless, showing their interest.

Their eyes looked through the door and saw that in the midst of the blazing fire in the sword-making workshop, there was a young man in blue, sweating all over, swinging a thousand-jin iron hammer, blending his spirit, sword energy, and mind, constantly hammering the Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace, exploding one ball after another of earthly fairy fire that seemed to be calling!

The red earth fairy fire made the temperature of the entire sword forging workshop continue to rise, and the intertwined and lingering fire seemed to turn into one after another entangled and roaring fire dragon!

"Incredible! This spirit, this spirituality! Is this really the first time to forge a sword?!"

"The bell rang thirty-six times, the sword heart was clear, and coupled with the passion integrated into the sword forging, I don’t know why... I seemed to see the joy and confidence that I had when I succeeded in forging the sword for the first time."

"Every hammer fell, it was full of the emotions of the sword forger, forging swords, forging swords... Over the years, we have become numb to sword forging, but today, it seems that I have realized the original intention of sword forging. The original intention remains unchanged, which is the key to forging a sincere sword!"

The sword forgers were very moved, and even a little inexplicably moved.

They were naturally all eye-catching. Apart from Anle's skillful sword forging skills, the emotions revealed by the sword forger when forging the sword infected them.

While these swordsmiths were sighing, they were also horrified. Are there really evildoers in this world?

He had never touched sword-making before, but he could do it so well for the first time, which was totally unlike a first-time swordsmith.

Perhaps, some people are born for swords.

The sword tombs mourned for it, and the swords were born for it!

The majestic sword energy intertwined from the sword-making workshop, and Anle's mind was completely immersed in it.

He didn't know how many hammers he had swung, but his momentum showed no signs of exhaustion, but became stronger and stronger.

The body of the Tongshen Sword was trembling, driving the majestic sword energy. In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, the sword furnace stretched out, and the rays of light behind the Yuanshen stimulated the sword waterfall sword energy.

It helped the transformation of the red-hot Yuanling Jing iron embryo in the sword-making furnace.

The iron embryo has now been beaten into a long and narrow shape, gradually taking on the shape of the sword body of Mohu. The old swordsmith Wang Yansheng, every time he turns it over, he can place the hammer in the right position at the comfortable point. superior.

The state of peace is getting better and better, and the power bursting out between the falling hammers is also constantly overlapping!

Master Wang Yansheng's face showed excitement and solemnity, and he held a small hammer in his hand at some point, always paying attention to An Le's state.

Once An Le's hammer-drop momentum begins to weaken, he will also drop the hammer to help An Le's momentum!

If you can complete the creation of a sword in one go, it would be of great significance. The sword created in this way is also the most spiritual and most suitable for the sword holder!

Wang Yansheng's eyes reflected the firelight, and the silver threads of his sword were flying in the waves of fire and sword energy. His heart was beating violently, and he was looking forward to this casting!

If the hammer fell at the beginning, Anle relied on watching the scenes of the years when the disciples of Jianchi Palace were forging swords. As the number of times the hammer fell increased, the influence of those scenes of years was gradually put aside. .

The twisting force of the waist, the arc of the swinging hammer, and the added strength of the falling hammer were gradually controlled by the physical body, as if forming a kind of inertia.

That is the change brought about by the Tongshen Sword Body!

Anle did not resist this change, but followed it.

The energy and blood all over the body exploded and surged out, turning into strength. Every time the hammer dropped and exploded with thunderous sounds, it was a training of the energy and blood!

The force of the shock spread along the arms holding the hammer, and continued to spread to the muscles and bones.

In the inner elixir, the innate spiritual energy is intertwined, and being impacted by this power makes you even more tenacious!

The mysterious meaning was born, and the ferocious elephant was like hugging the mountains and roaring filial piety. An Legang's stable body-building cultivation seemed to be greatly stimulated in a period of time!

Forging a sword is like practicing cultivation, breathing in and out is like breathing in, swinging a hammer and shaking is like beating!

Anle's green shirt made a hunting sound, as if even the corners of his clothes were hung with extremely sharp sword energy!

The pure green sells the sword energy, and the frost flowers turn white to reflect the fairy roots!

At this moment, in the sword-making workshop, the sword energy was whistling and surging. Those perfect swords that had been tempered and hung on the walls of the sword-making workshop, and even those swords that had failed to be tempered and abandoned on the ground, were all trembling slightly. There seems to be sword energy flowing out of the air!

Every inch of Anle's energy and blood was tortured in the process of swinging the hammer.

Outside the sword-making workshop.

Everyone only felt that the momentum was getting bigger and bigger, and the sound of thunder behind the clouds exploded, as if they had piled up into huge waves, and were constantly emptying down!

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmiths couldn't help but become serious.

They gradually felt that this young man in green, who was exposed to sword-making for the first time, might be able to forge an appalling sword!

Time passed bit by bit, but everyone felt nothing.

The disciples and swordsmiths of Jianchi Palace were all immersed in the thunderous sound of hammering. Some people were even silently counting thousands of hammers!

The geniuses on the Star List of Dali didn't know much about casting weapons, but they all left before they stayed for too long.

Only Lu Ziwei was still watching.

She also doesn't know how to make swords, but she understands swords, and she also has her own understanding of sword weapons.

The azure star sword in his arms trembled slightly with every crack of the hammer.

Time passes bit by bit.

The scorching sun rises and sets again, and the stars hang high and disperse in the sky.

However, in the Jianchi Palace, the sound of beatings never stopped, and the earthly immortal fire kept rolling and roaring. The fire was getting bigger and bigger, making the temperature of the entire Jianchi Palace seem to have risen a lot!

The beating continued for five days!

All the disciples of the Jianchi Palace felt extremely unbelievable, because during these five days and five nights, the sound of the heavy hammer and the sword-making platform exploding and colliding had never stopped or failed at all!

The momentum keeps rising and rising!

"This...is this going to be a second-grade sword?!"

"Can that young man control this momentum?!"

A swordsmith said in horror.

With the cultivation level of Double Fifth Realm, the first time you make a sword, you have to challenge the second-grade sword?

What kind of monster is this?

Is that human being? !

For five days, people came and went outside the sword-making workshop, and came and went again.

Everyone is eagerly looking forward to the birth of the sword.

…

…

There was a sword light tearing apart from the sky above Jinguan City. Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting fell with their swords and returned to Jianchi Palace.

As soon as he stepped into the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace, he felt a wave of emptying heat coming over him.

Zhao Huangting's plain-clothed Xunxun couldn't help but have a look of surprise in his eyes.

"What kind of momentum is this? Master Wang has already started to forge swords for Anle? But isn't the momentum too great?"

The heat wave filling the air is the heat caused by the Earthly Immortal Fire. However, the Earthly Immortal Fire has been controlled by Jianchi Lake for thousands of years, so it is very rare for such a majestic heat wave to sweep through.

Su Muzhe's feelings became clearer, with a puzzled look on his face: "Is it possible that Master Wang didn't make a sword for Anle, but instead forged his first-grade sword that he had worked hard for decades?"

"A first-grade sword that has been hard-working for decades?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but feel shy.

As the world's number one sword-making place, Jianchi Lake has produced too many sword-making masters for thousands of years, but over the years, there have been only six first-grade swords in total.

They are: Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Qixing Longyuan.

Each of them is a famous sword in the world.

Now, there are only two first-grade extreme swords in Jianchi Palace, one of which is the extreme sword Chengying hanging on the waist of the old sword saint.

The other is the Seven Star Dragon Abyss guarded by Jianchi Lake!

The four famous swords, Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, and Chunjun, have long disappeared and are difficult to find.

And these first-grade extreme swords are all ancient swords. In the past two thousand years, the highest-ranking swords forged by the swordsmiths of Jianchi Lake are only first-grade swords.

Although the first-grade extreme sword cannot be compared with treasures such as Wenqu Tablet, Wukui Stone, and Jianzhong.

But it is already the limit of the first grade!

It is the lifelong pursuit of every swordsmith master in Jianchi Lake, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives to forge it!

"No, this sound of the hammer falling doesn't sound like Master Wang's style!"

Su Muzhe frowned suddenly.

The next moment, he looked at Zhao Huangting.

A trace of surprise appeared in the eyes of the two.

"Could it be..."

The two of them no longer hesitated, and their figures flew out quickly. In just a moment, they arrived in front of Wang Yansheng's sword-making workshop.

The sword-making workshop was already surrounded by a dense crowd.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the sword-making masters all rushed over, gathered outside, squinting their eyes, and waited expectantly for the swords in the sword-making workshop to be made.

"Palace Master."

Many people saw Su Muzhe and saluted respectfully.

Su Muzhe nodded and asked about the details. Some sword-making masters had been holding back a lot of words, and they just poured them out at this moment.

Su Muzhe understood the details after listening to the general situation, and stopped the sword-making master who wanted to express his amazement, and looked at the sword-making workshop in shock.

After five days and five nights of hammering, his spirit and energy have reached such a state!

This young man... did so well in his first sword-making. What kind of monster is he?

She looked at Zhao Huangting, as if asking with her eyes, what kind of monster did you bring here, husband?

Zhao Huangting was shocked. How could he know when Anle would forge swords?

But facing Su Muzhe's gaze, he had to remain calm, with his hands on his chest, his white hair flying, and a mysterious smile on his lips, everything was under control.

Suddenly, in the sword-making workshop.

The hammering sound that was like thunder hitting the world suddenly stagnated.

Everyone's heart jumped.

A sword-making master narrowed his eyes and murmured: "The momentum has reached the peak, and this young man has reached the limit..."

"It's a pity, at most the second grade... huh?!"

However, before the sword-making master finished speaking, his eyes widened slightly.

Because, in the sword-making workshop, there was a new hammering sound, like a big hand holding up the exhausted arm that couldn't lift the hammer.

…

…

An Le was panting heavily. After swinging the hammer for five days and five nights without sleep, the iron embryo of Yuan Ling Jing had turned into a long sword. The red sword body was as bright as the scorching sun.

After swinging the hammer for nearly ten thousand times, An Le felt that his blood and qi had reached the limit, and his mind could no longer support him to accumulate this spirit.

An Le exhaled. Under his green shirt, every inch of his skin was bulging, and there were blue veins rolling under the membrane like earth dragons.

Ancient scripture characters were intertwined on the surface of his skin. This was the situation where the body was stimulated to the extreme!

When the momentum of the last hammer stagnated, An Le felt that the sword energy like a mountain seemed to collapse in an instant and crush him to pieces.

However, accompanied by a crisp sound, it was the sound of the hammer falling, which actually supported An Le's spirit.

An Le couldn't help looking while panting heavily.

But the old man with silver hair holding the hammer in one hand, knocked and exploded, and took most of the pressure of the sword energy for him.

"Continue!"

The old man said solemnly.

Anle panted and swung the hammer again.

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

As soon as Anle dropped the hammer, the old man took advantage of the situation and dropped another hammer. The sound of one hammer turned into two hammer sounds, but it pulled and stacked up the spirit that was about to collapse!

The earth fairy fire exploded, and the fire on the sword-making furnace was blazing.

Wanjie Liu on the side had already been sweating profusely, maintaining the fire, and constantly taking out some dense materials and sprinkling them into the sword-making furnace to assist in sword-making!

At this moment, after helping Anle to hold up the momentum.

He couldn't stop trembling all over.

He felt the divine will coming from Anle, which was a divine will that was enough to make the sword cheer!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng suddenly realized why Anle could ring the bell thirty-six times and forge a sword for the first time with such momentum as a mountain!

It's talent!

It's physique!

It's a kind of fate that can't be replicated!

Scenes flashed before his eyes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime fate, a fate that is hard to capture!

Hot tears suddenly welled up in Wang Yansheng's eyes.

He has always wanted to forge a first-class sword and become a great swordsmith who can surpass the ancient predecessors and leave his name in the world.

But he knew that it was too difficult to forge a first-class sword.

Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Qixing Longyuan!

Each one is a legendary sword, and they are all irreplaceable swords!

After tempering a sword for decades, Wang Yansheng has never been sure of forging a first-class sword.

Because he can feel the emotion of failure, he can't see the hope of success.

And today, he realized a fate!

If he had not seized this opportunity, he would never have the slightest chance to forge a top-grade sword in his life!

"What if I fail? What if I succeed?"

"What if this sword doesn't belong to me!"

"I just hope for a chance, and I'll forge the sword today!!!"

"Here comes the sword!!!"

Wang Yansheng laughed, and at the moment when he dropped a hammer and lifted up Anle's hammer.

He raised his hand and reached out to another larger sword-making furnace in the distance that was still burning.

Instantly, the sword-making furnace exploded!

A red and slurry sword embryo came in an instant, and with almost perfect timing, it crashed into the hammer that Anle had just dropped.

Crackling!

It seemed as if there was an endless amount of magma exploding and falling in the sword-making furnace like rain!

An even more terrifying sword energy and sword intent instantly rose up!

Inside and outside the sword-making workshop.

Everyone's face changed!

Wang Yansheng, the world's number one sword-making master... went crazy!

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