Chapter 274 Forging Weapons
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Wan Li Yu
With a thought, Zhang Yifeng took out a large piece of ore from the storage ring and put it directly into the alchemy furnace.
Then he activated the elixir fire to melt the ore.
After the eye ore melted, Zhang Yifeng quickly input spiritual energy, and under the control of the spiritual energy, fixed the flowing solution into the shape of a long sword.
This was Zhang Yifeng's first time forging weapons, and he discovered that he didn't know many steps, such as the molds used to make weapons. If it weren't for his powerful spiritual consciousness, he could rely on spiritual energy to create shapes. I am afraid that the long sword he refined will be the most sword-like weapon in history.
When the solution turned into a sword shape, Zhang Yifeng put away the flame and quickly poured a ladle of cold water on it.
If any blacksmith saw him forging, he would definitely scold him for wasting materials and not knowing how to forge at all!
When the solution gradually solidified, Zhang Yifeng took out the ore, placed it on a shelf, and kept beating it with a hammer.
After the ghost eye ore is melted, it is repeatedly beaten and refined by fire to remove its dross and retain its essence. Becomes an extremely hard steel.
On this day, the sound of iron was always heard in Zhang Yifeng's room.
Because Zhang Yifeng occupied the room, Rose slept with Meng Nishang that day. As for the delicate young lady Zi Ling, she naturally slept on the sofa!
She had no choice but to stay awake. She was penniless and didn't know the way well. She didn't even know where to escape.
After two days in a row, Zhang Yifeng finally made a long sword.
The long sword has a good color, but it is not smooth at all. Other people's swords are slender and bright, but his sword is slender, but it looks like a stone.
Because forging is not like him at all. A good blacksmith not only has a powerful forging hammer technique, but also relies on some external objects, such as the deep sea black mud used to make models, and the fire crystal stone used to increase the temperature of the flame. Etc., etc……
But as for Zhang Yifeng, he has nothing and knows nothing.
Although his sword was forged and very sharp, that was because he used ore, which was originally used to forge powerful weapons. If he were to be forged by a blacksmith, with the same material, the long sword forged by the blacksmith could easily cut off his long sword.
This is the difference in skills.
Zhang Yifeng himself knew that his forging was not good, but it was better than having no weapons.
If he can learn the art of forging in the future, he will also learn the art of forging. Otherwise, it would be the most tragic thing to have nothing but good things in the future but no ability to turn them into weapons.
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng walked out of the room.
In the yard, Meng Nishang was sitting on a wicker chair as usual, drinking tea and reading a book leisurely.
Rose stood on the steps, staring at Zi Ling who was sweeping the floor in the yard. The two women lived together, surprisingly harmoniously. Because neither of them is a talkative person.
Rose was worthy of being born as a killer. The cold and biting aura on her body made Zi Ling dare not talk back to her. In the past two days, she had kept Zi Ling docile.
What Zi Ling said the most was, wait for my dad, and you will all die!
But unfortunately, it has been three days and her father has not come yet.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the flowers and plants, then went outside the yard.
He wanted to set up a formation outside the yard. In addition, Zhang Yifeng took back the demon sword.
The formation plus the demon sword, plus the spiritual fire and accompanying sword.
If Zhang Yifeng encountered Wu Kuangren again in his own yard, he would be more than [-]% sure to kill him.
Although the current Zhang Yifeng has not improved in cultivation, he is no longer the Zhang Yifeng he was a week ago.
Time passed, and this was the sixth day that Zi Ling became a slave girl. The people from the Taihe Sect finally arrived.
But what surprised everyone was that the person who came was not the girl’s father.
A short, fat middle-aged man and a 22-year-old young man came. The two introduced themselves. The short, fat man was the deputy sect leader of the Taihe Sect, and the young man was Zi Ling's cousin.
"Uncle Xu, where is my dad? Please take me away quickly."
As soon as the two introduced each other, Zi Ling rushed towards the fat middle-aged man with tears in his eyes. She had been tortured terribly these past few days. Sweeping and mopping the floor and washing clothes, my jade-like palms were a little swollen from the water, and there were many blood blisters on my feet.
"Niece, why are you like this?" The fat man lovingly hugged Zi Ling, who was crying, and kept comforting her.
"What on earth did you ask my cousin to do?" The young man was interested in Zi Ling. Seeing Zi Ling's shapeless appearance, he immediately asked Zhang Yifeng angrily.
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I didn't do much, just swept the floor and washed the clothes."
"What! How dare you let your cousin do such a thing? Don't you know that my cousin has never done anything since she was a child?" The young man was a little angry, "Zhang Yifeng, I curse you!"
Zi Ling's voice also came. She was pulling a piece of clothing horizontally and vertically, as if it was not Zhang Yifeng's clothes, but Zhang Yifeng himself.
"Brother Zhang, my niece has been living here for a few days. I came here specially to take my niece back. Do you think it can be convenient? She has been spoiled since she was a child and is not sensible. If she has offended her in any way, please let me know. Forgive me." Deputy Sect Leader Xu's voice sounded very polite.
"Uncle Xu, why are you so polite to him? This bad guy tortured me so much. You must help me avenge him! By the way, where is my dad."
Zi Ling looked at Elder Xu eagerly.
"Ziling, please don't be rude. Please apologize to Brother Zhang." Uncle Xu shouted coldly.
Zi Ling looked in disbelief and stared at the boss: "Uncle Xu, let me apologize to him! Why!"
"This is what the leader said!"
"My dad, it's impossible! He loves me so much." Zi Ling couldn't believe that this sentence was actually said by her father.
Uncle Xu sighed and said: "Niece, your dad said that Zhang Yifeng was the guest we wanted to invite. You were so rude that day and you should be punished."
With that said, Uncle Xu said to Zhang Yifeng again: "Brother Zhang, your niece has also been taught a lesson by you. What do you think of me taking my niece back?"
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "How can that be done? Who will wash our clothes when she leaves?"
Rose:"……"
Meng Nishang: "..."
The two of them were speechless. The other deputy sect leader came in person, and he actually said that no one was washing the clothes. He really regarded the wealthy eldest daughter as a laundry servant.
"You!" Zi Ling was furious, and the eldest lady was about to lose her temper again, but when she remembered that this guy was more hateful than him, she stopped. To deal with this kind of delicate lady, you have to use force to defeat the strong.
"I'm just kidding. Your washed clothes are dirtier than unwashed clothes. You'd better take this useless guy back."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.
"Who is this useless guy?" Zi Ling was angry at that time.
Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to argue with Zi Ling. In the end, he decided to let the man take Zi Ling away.
Then he activated the elixir fire to melt the ore.
After the eye ore melted, Zhang Yifeng quickly input spiritual energy, and under the control of the spiritual energy, fixed the flowing solution into the shape of a long sword.
This was Zhang Yifeng's first time forging weapons, and he discovered that he didn't know many steps, such as the molds used to make weapons. If it weren't for his powerful spiritual consciousness, he could rely on spiritual energy to create shapes. I am afraid that the long sword he refined will be the most sword-like weapon in history.
When the solution turned into a sword shape, Zhang Yifeng put away the flame and quickly poured a ladle of cold water on it.
If any blacksmith saw him forging, he would definitely scold him for wasting materials and not knowing how to forge at all!
When the solution gradually solidified, Zhang Yifeng took out the ore, placed it on a shelf, and kept beating it with a hammer.
After the ghost eye ore is melted, it is repeatedly beaten and refined by fire to remove its dross and retain its essence. Becomes an extremely hard steel.
On this day, the sound of iron was always heard in Zhang Yifeng's room.
Because Zhang Yifeng occupied the room, Rose slept with Meng Nishang that day. As for the delicate young lady Zi Ling, she naturally slept on the sofa!
She had no choice but to stay awake. She was penniless and didn't know the way well. She didn't even know where to escape.
After two days in a row, Zhang Yifeng finally made a long sword.
The long sword has a good color, but it is not smooth at all. Other people's swords are slender and bright, but his sword is slender, but it looks like a stone.
Because forging is not like him at all. A good blacksmith not only has a powerful forging hammer technique, but also relies on some external objects, such as the deep sea black mud used to make models, and the fire crystal stone used to increase the temperature of the flame. Etc., etc……
But as for Zhang Yifeng, he has nothing and knows nothing.
Although his sword was forged and very sharp, that was because he used ore, which was originally used to forge powerful weapons. If he were to be forged by a blacksmith, with the same material, the long sword forged by the blacksmith could easily cut off his long sword.
This is the difference in skills.
Zhang Yifeng himself knew that his forging was not good, but it was better than having no weapons.
If he can learn the art of forging in the future, he will also learn the art of forging. Otherwise, it would be the most tragic thing to have nothing but good things in the future but no ability to turn them into weapons.
Shaking his head, Zhang Yifeng walked out of the room.
In the yard, Meng Nishang was sitting on a wicker chair as usual, drinking tea and reading a book leisurely.
Rose stood on the steps, staring at Zi Ling who was sweeping the floor in the yard. The two women lived together, surprisingly harmoniously. Because neither of them is a talkative person.
Rose was worthy of being born as a killer. The cold and biting aura on her body made Zi Ling dare not talk back to her. In the past two days, she had kept Zi Ling docile.
What Zi Ling said the most was, wait for my dad, and you will all die!
But unfortunately, it has been three days and her father has not come yet.
Zhang Yifeng looked at the flowers and plants, then went outside the yard.
He wanted to set up a formation outside the yard. In addition, Zhang Yifeng took back the demon sword.
The formation plus the demon sword, plus the spiritual fire and accompanying sword.
If Zhang Yifeng encountered Wu Kuangren again in his own yard, he would be more than [-]% sure to kill him.
Although the current Zhang Yifeng has not improved in cultivation, he is no longer the Zhang Yifeng he was a week ago.
Time passed, and this was the sixth day that Zi Ling became a slave girl. The people from the Taihe Sect finally arrived.
But what surprised everyone was that the person who came was not the girl’s father.
A short, fat middle-aged man and a 22-year-old young man came. The two introduced themselves. The short, fat man was the deputy sect leader of the Taihe Sect, and the young man was Zi Ling's cousin.
"Uncle Xu, where is my dad? Please take me away quickly."
As soon as the two introduced each other, Zi Ling rushed towards the fat middle-aged man with tears in his eyes. She had been tortured terribly these past few days. Sweeping and mopping the floor and washing clothes, my jade-like palms were a little swollen from the water, and there were many blood blisters on my feet.
"Niece, why are you like this?" The fat man lovingly hugged Zi Ling, who was crying, and kept comforting her.
"What on earth did you ask my cousin to do?" The young man was interested in Zi Ling. Seeing Zi Ling's shapeless appearance, he immediately asked Zhang Yifeng angrily.
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "I didn't do much, just swept the floor and washed the clothes."
"What! How dare you let your cousin do such a thing? Don't you know that my cousin has never done anything since she was a child?" The young man was a little angry, "Zhang Yifeng, I curse you!"
Zi Ling's voice also came. She was pulling a piece of clothing horizontally and vertically, as if it was not Zhang Yifeng's clothes, but Zhang Yifeng himself.
"Brother Zhang, my niece has been living here for a few days. I came here specially to take my niece back. Do you think it can be convenient? She has been spoiled since she was a child and is not sensible. If she has offended her in any way, please let me know. Forgive me." Deputy Sect Leader Xu's voice sounded very polite.
"Uncle Xu, why are you so polite to him? This bad guy tortured me so much. You must help me avenge him! By the way, where is my dad."
Zi Ling looked at Elder Xu eagerly.
"Ziling, please don't be rude. Please apologize to Brother Zhang." Uncle Xu shouted coldly.
Zi Ling looked in disbelief and stared at the boss: "Uncle Xu, let me apologize to him! Why!"
"This is what the leader said!"
"My dad, it's impossible! He loves me so much." Zi Ling couldn't believe that this sentence was actually said by her father.
Uncle Xu sighed and said: "Niece, your dad said that Zhang Yifeng was the guest we wanted to invite. You were so rude that day and you should be punished."
With that said, Uncle Xu said to Zhang Yifeng again: "Brother Zhang, your niece has also been taught a lesson by you. What do you think of me taking my niece back?"
Zhang Yifeng said calmly: "How can that be done? Who will wash our clothes when she leaves?"
Rose:"……"
Meng Nishang: "..."
The two of them were speechless. The other deputy sect leader came in person, and he actually said that no one was washing the clothes. He really regarded the wealthy eldest daughter as a laundry servant.
"You!" Zi Ling was furious, and the eldest lady was about to lose her temper again, but when she remembered that this guy was more hateful than him, she stopped. To deal with this kind of delicate lady, you have to use force to defeat the strong.
"I'm just kidding. Your washed clothes are dirtier than unwashed clothes. You'd better take this useless guy back."
Zhang Yifeng's voice came again.
"Who is this useless guy?" Zi Ling was angry at that time.
Zhang Yifeng was too lazy to argue with Zi Ling. In the end, he decided to let the man take Zi Ling away.
