Sanctification begins from the fruit of the years

Chapter 124 I just want a line of heaven and earth, forge a sword today, come the sword! 【Ask monthly ticket】

Forging a sword is by no means an easy task. The disciples of Jianchi Palace have to beat the iron embryo uninterruptedly for at least three years every day from the beginning.

But that's just enough to set foot on the threshold of sword casting, the posture of the hammer, the control of the flame temperature of the sword furnace, the precision of the position of the hammer... These all need to be cultivated by habit, need to be piled up with experience, and need to be spent more time!

Therefore, the old swordsmith originally planned to let Anle spend a month to learn about swordcasting and master some basic skills of swordcasting, and then let Anle carry out the important process of hammering with his own participation in training, cultivating and The relation of the sword.

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

However, at this moment, Anle took a heavy hammer and casually smashed it on the iron embryo in the sword casting furnace. Sparks splashed everywhere, but he showed an extremely skillful demeanor of dropping the hammer!

"impossible!"

Wanjuan Liu by the side was holding a heavy hammer, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

The waist exerting force when swinging the hammer, as well as the arc drawn by the heavy hammer, are all exactly the same as the sword casting skills taught by Jianchi Palace. Jianchi Palace disciples of Jian are average!
But... Wan Jieliu believed that in the past three days, he had never brought An Le to try out sword casting.

The Sword Forging Furnace is connected to the Earth Immortal Fire below the Sword Pond Palace, and the Earth Immortal Fire that it arouses will be quite dangerous for those who are not familiar with flames.

Besides, these three days are for An Le to recuperate and stabilize his newly broken through double five realm cultivation base. How could someone teach An Le to forge a sword?

The old swordsmith who forgot to drink tea slowly got up, his dark eyes reflected the shape-changing iron embryo of the Yuanling essence under the blow of the hammer.

There was a look of surprise and surprise in his eyes.

Sword casting has nothing to do with cultivation, because the heaviest hammer used is no more than three thousand catties. Such a hammer can be picked up by a practitioner of the five realms after mobilizing the energy and blood in his body.

However, for the hammer's exertion skills, etc., it needs countless attempts and explorations, and only after mastering the rules can it really burst out.

That's why the old swordsmith planned to let Wan Jieliu teach An Le, and when An Le was able to deform the Yuan Lingjing iron embryo, he could start the next step of guidance.

And in his plan for Anle, he gave Anle three days to deform the refined iron embryos!

However, Anle's first hammer... smashed the refined iron and deformed it.

Surprised him.

The aura that released his mind and mobilized his whole body was almost perfect. Although his control over the falling hammer had flaws, it was considered pretty good.

The most important thing is the emotions revealed between Anle and Hammer...

That kind of confidence that, between swinging a hammer, it will definitely become a sword...

It was like a raging wave hitting the old swordsmith.

As the number one swordsmith in the world, he has trained too many disciples, but he has never seen a newcomer who can burst out with such strong confidence when he holds the hammer for the first time!

The old swordsmith raised his hand and stopped Wan Juliu from opening his mouth.

The meaning is obvious, let An Le continue hammering.

And after An Le dropped the first hammer, all his minds were intertwined and gathered on the hammer, and he adjusted his mind to drop the second hammer.

However, even though I got a glimpse of the emotions and joy of the disciples of Jianchi Palace when they succeeded in forging swords, they reproduced a lot of the experience of the disciples of Jianchi Palace in forging swords.

However, this is still the first time An Le has dropped the hammer, because all he watched was the process of successfully forging a sword.

Although it was only the first blow, An Le integrated that confident emotion into it.

After the first hammer, An Le also felt a special emotion spread all over his body in an instant. Every inch of flesh and blood was cheering excitedly. Dao, continue to swing, the sparks are flying, like a dream!
continue!

Second hammer!
With this hammer, An Le's momentum was even stronger. The first hammer might have restrained a bit, but the confidence of the second hammer became stronger and stronger!

Howling from the compressed air!

when--

It was as if the thunder had exploded under the iron hammer, and there were lightning arcs moving and intertwining between the collision of the hammer and the iron embryo!
The flame in the sword-forging furnace surged like a circle of ripples, and after hitting the furnace wall, it gathered in the center again, and the flames flourished!

Anle's brow sword furnace hangs in the air, hanging on the sword casting furnace, countless sword qi burst out from it, and with a hammer falling, the sword qi spreads and interweaves into it, increasing the bond with the iron embryo Sensing, grasping every change of the iron embryo!
In the inner alchemy, mysterious meaning arises by itself.

Hugging the mountain fiercely, full of great strength!
The body of Tongshen Sword trembled slightly, and even every ray of sword energy in his body was fully stimulated, which produced a distinctive change with the iron embryo in the sword casting furnace!

The Earth Immortal Fire gushed out from the sword casting furnace, blue and red intertwined, roaring more and more ferociously, the flames evaporated the air, and the hammered essence of the fine iron embryos permeated and intertwined in the air.

"it is good!"

The old swordsmith's eyes were shining brightly, showing unprecedented joy!
He put down the porcelain jar full of tea, strode up to the sword casting furnace, and began to help An Le cast the sword, turning the iron embryos of Yuanling essence in the sword casting furnace.

And An Le's movements didn't change in any way, and he didn't panic because of his joining.

Hammer, keep hammering!
Every time the hammer hits, it will cause the fine iron embryo to change its shape!
Originally, the veteran swordsmith planned to let Anle become familiar with the process of making swords and master the means of making swords. Then, under his guidance, he participated in some side-by-side sword-making processes to increase the familiarity with the sword. Casting of swords.

But now, seeing An Le's forging skills are so proficient, he even surged out all his energy and energy, reaching a state that is difficult for ordinary swordsmiths to achieve.

Veteran swordsmith Wang Yansheng was overjoyed!
So spiritual!

This son, who can ring the bell for 36 rings, is completely natural for the spirituality of the sword, and seems to have God's help!

This kind of sword-casting state is very rare, there is no one in a million, so it naturally mobilized his mood, made him happy to see the hunter, and started to forge swords.

Even, he changed his original thinking, instead of taking himself as the leader, he planned to take Anle as the leader, and he assisted in the work to complete the sword casting that belongs to Anle.

Even if it's only a third-grade sword, the one made by An Le himself is comparable to a second-grade sword!

Besides, Wang Yansheng is confident. According to An Le's momentum, with his assistance, he will definitely not stop at the third rank!
when!
Dangdang!

The sound became louder and louder, and when it was ear-piercing, it was like a thunderclap, and it spread from the Jianjian Workshop to the entire Jianchi Palace in an instant.

In many sword casting workshops, the disciples of Jianchi Palace who were learning to forge swords, or some sword smiths, involuntarily stopped their movements and listened to the swords bursting apart, as if they were superimposed to form a monstrous explosion. The sound of falling hammers.

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

"No, this doesn't sound like Master Wang's falling hammer. If you remember correctly, Master Wang is teaching Mr. An, who rang the sword bell 36 times, to forge swords today, right? Could it be..."

"Interesting, hurry up and take a look, Mr. An...should have never made a sword before, the first time he made a sword...is there such a sound?"

……

The swordsmiths who walked out of the swordsmith looked at each other and discussed with each other.

The next moment, everyone became interested, and they all gave up casting the sword in the sword casting furnace, and walked towards Wang Yansheng's sword casting workshop in the depths of Jianchi Palace.

In front of Jianchi Lake, under the huge Jianzhong, many disciples of Jianchi Palace and geniuses on the Dali Star List are sitting cross-legged, brewing the emotion of the Jianzhong, and comprehending the aftertaste left by the 36-ring bell waves. It was a look of astonishment.

Lu Shisan was the most confused. He had a good relationship with Anle in the past three days, but, but, he never thought that Anle could do this for the first time when he forged a sword.

These days, An Le asked him a lot about the content and skills of sword-making, and he knew everything. From some questions, we can know that An Le has never made a sword before, and he is just a novice in sword-making.

However, listening to the sound of forging and hammering the sword casting stove now, I only feel my hairs standing on end.

Ignoring the comprehension of Zhong Bo's aftermath, he got up, carried the sword on his back, spread his legs and walked towards Master Wang's sword-making workshop.

Lu Ziwei doesn't know how to forge swords, but she is very interested in An Le.

She stood up gracefully and followed.

Master Wang's sword casting workshop is sparsely populated on weekdays, because the majesty is still there, the disciples of Jianchi Palace dare not come here.

But today, outside the Sword Forging Workshop, there are densely packed Jianchi Palace disciples, and there are many swordsmiths who are shirtless and showing interest.

Through the portal, they could see a young man in Tsing Yi, sweating profusely, in the sword casting workshop amidst the blaze, swinging a heavy hammer, blending vigor, sword energy, and mind, constantly beating Touching the iron embryos of Yuanling essence in the sword casting furnace, balls of Earth Immortal Fire exploded like screams!
The crimson Earth Immortal Fire caused the temperature of the entire Jianjian Workshop to rise continuously, and the intertwined and lingering fire seemed to turn into roaring fire dragons one after another!

"Unbelievable! This courage, this spirituality! Is this really the first time forging a sword?!"

"The bell rings 36 times, and the heart of the sword is clear. Coupled with the enthusiasm that goes into the sword casting, I don't know why... I seem to see the joy and confidence that I had when I successfully forged the sword for the first time."

"Every hammer that falls is full of the emotions of a swordsmith. Forging swords, forging swords... Over the years, I have become numb to swordsmithing, but today, I seem to understand the original intention of swordsmithing, the original intention Still, Fang is the key to forging a sincere sword!"

The swordsmiths were very moved, and even a little inexplicably moved.

Naturally, they all saw it with their eyesight. Aside from An Le's proficient sword-making skills like a monster, the emotions revealed by the sword-smith when forging the sword infected them.

While these swordsmiths were feeling emotional, they were also horrified. In this world... are there really monsters?
He had obviously never been in contact with sword-making, but he was able to do this for the first time, and he didn't look like a sword-smith for the first time.

Perhaps, some people are born for swords.

The sword mound mourns for it, and the sword tool lives for it!
The majestic sword energy intertwined from the sword casting workshop, and An Le's mind was completely immersed in it.

He no longer knew how many hammers he had swung, but his aura showed no signs of exhaustion, instead it was getting worse and stronger.

The body of Tongshen sword is trembling, driving majestic sword energy. In the Niwan Palace between the eyebrows, the sword furnace stretches out, and the rays of light behind the primordial spirit inspire the sword waterfall sword energy.

Helping the transformation of the burning red Yuanlingjing iron embryo in the sword casting furnace.

The iron embryo has been knocked long and narrow, gradually showing a vague appearance of the sword body. Wang Yansheng, an old swordsmith, can turn over every time he wants to hit the right place at the point of Anle's falling hammer. .

The state of An Le is getting better and better, and the strength burst out between the falling hammers is also constantly overlapping!
Master Wang Yansheng's face showed excitement and solemnity, and he did not know when he was holding a small hammer in his hand, and he was always paying attention to Anle's state.

Once the aura of Anle's hammer drop begins to weaken, he will also drop the small hammer to help Anle increase her momentum!

If one can complete the casting of the sword in one go, it will naturally be of great significance. The sword produced in this way is also the most spiritual and most suitable for the sword holder!

Wang Yansheng's eyes reflected the light of the fire, and the silver thread of the sword's hair was flying under the agitation of the fire waves and sword energy. His heart was beating violently, and he was looking forward to this casting!
If we talk about the hammer dropping at the beginning, An Le relied on watching the images of sword casting by the disciples of Jianchi Palace. With the increase in the number of hammer drops, Anle has gradually put aside the influence of those images. .

The twisting force of the waist, the arc of the hammer, and the force added by the falling hammer are gradually controlled by the flesh, as if forming a kind of inertia.

That is the change brought about by the Tongshen Sword Body!
An Le did not resist this change, but followed it.

The qi and blood all over his body exploded and surged, surging out, turning into strength, every time the falling hammer exploded and thundered, it was a tempering hammer for qi and blood!
The force of the shock continued to spread along the arms holding the hammer, continuously spreading to the muscles and bones.

In the inner alchemy, the innate aura is intertwined, and it will become more and more tough after being impacted by this force!
Mysterious thoughts arose, the ferocious image seemed to be roaring while hugging a mountain, and An Legang's solid body training practice seemed to have been greatly stimulated in a short period of time!
Forging a sword is like cultivating, exhaling and inhaling are exhaling, swinging a hammer and trembling is tormenting!

Anle's green shirt rattled, as if even the corners of his clothes were hung with extremely sharp sword energy!
The fire is pure green and the sword energy is sold, and the frosty flowers are white to reflect the fairy roots!

At this moment, in the sword casting workshop, the sword energy roared and surged. Those perfect swords that were tempered and hung on the wall of the sword workshop, and even those swords that failed to temper and were discarded on the ground, trembled slightly. It seems that there is sword energy pervading and intertwining!

Every inch of An Le's blood was tortured in the process of swinging the hammer.

Outside the sword casting workshop.

Everyone only felt that their aura was getting bigger and bigger, and the thunderous beating sound after the cloud burst like a cloud, seemed to pile up into a huge wave, constantly emptying down!

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

They gradually felt that this young man in Tsing Yi, who was exposed to sword casting for the first time, might want to forge a frightening sword weapon!
Time passed bit by bit, but everyone felt nothing.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmiths were all immersed in the thunderous hammering sound, some of them even counted silently, thousands of hammers had already passed!

The geniuses on the Dali Kingdom's Star List didn't know much about casting, but they didn't stay for too long, and all of them left.

Only Lu Ziwei was still watching.

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

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

Time passed little by little.

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

However, in Jianchi Palace, the sound of beating never stopped, and the Earth Immortal Fire kept rolling and roaring, and the fire was getting bigger and bigger, making the temperature of the entire Jianchi Palace seem to have risen a lot!
The pounding sound lasted for five days!
All the disciples of Jianchi Palace felt extremely incredible, because, during these five days and five nights, the sound of the explosion and collision of the heavy hammer and the sword casting platform never stopped and failed at all!
The momentum keeps rising, rising!
"This...is this going to be a second-grade sword?!"

"This aura, can that young man grasp it?!"

A swordsmith said in horror.

With the cultivation base of double five realms, the first time you forge a sword, you have to attack the second-grade sword?
What kind of monster is this?
Is that human being? !

In five days, people came and went outside Jianjianfang, and they went and came again.

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

……

……

With the sword light tearing rapidly from the sky above Jinguan City, Su Muzhe and Zhao Huangting fell with the swords and returned to Jianchi Palace.

As soon as he set foot inside the mountain gate of Jianchi Palace, he felt an empty heat wave rolling in.

Zhao Huangting's plain clothes flickered, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"What kind of momentum is this? Has Master Wang started to forge swords for Anle? But the momentum is too big, right?"

The heat wave in the air is the heat formed by the Earth Immortal Fire, but the Earth 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: "Could it be that Master Wang never forged An Le's sword, but instead forged his first-grade extreme sword that has been forged for decades?"

"A first-grade extreme sword that has been practiced for decades?"

Zhao Huangting couldn't help but jump in embarrassment.

Jianchi Lake is the number one sword-making place in the world. For thousands of years, there have been too many sword-smithing masters, but over so many years, there are only six first-grade swords in total.

They are: Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, and Seven Star Ryongyeon.

Each handle is a famous sword in the world.

There are only two first-grade extreme swords that still exist in Jianchi Palace, one of which is the shadow of the extreme sword hanging from the waist of the old sword master.

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

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

And these first-grade extreme swords are all ancient swords. For nearly 2000 years, the swordsmiths in Jianchi Lake have forged the highest-ranked swords, which are nothing more than first-grade swords.

Although it is still not comparable to such treasures as Wenqu Stele, Wukui Stone, and Jianzhong.

But it is already the limit of the first rank!
It is the lifelong pursuit of every Jianchihu swordsmith master, and they are even willing to sacrifice their lives to create it!
"No, the 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.

There was a look of astonishment in the eyes of the two of them.

"Could it be..."

The two of them didn't hesitate any longer, and they rushed out quickly. After only a moment, they came to Wang Yansheng's sword casting workshop.

In front of the current Jianjian Workshop, dense crowds have already surrounded it.

The disciples of Jianchi Palace and the swordsmiths all rushed to the outside, squinting their eyes, waiting with anticipation for the casting of the sword in the swordsmithing workshop.

"Palace Master."

Many people saw Su Muzhe and saluted respectfully.

Su Muzhe nodded, and asked about the specific situation. Some swordsmiths had already held back their words, and they just poured them out at this moment.

Su Muzhe understood the specific situation after listening for a while, stopped the swordsmith who was still about to express his amazement, and looked into the swordsmith workshop in shock.

After beating for five days and five nights, the energy and spirit have risen to such a state!
This boy... the first time he forged a sword, he did it like this. What kind of monster is it?
She looked at Zhao Huangting, as if she was asking with her eyes, what kind of monster did you bring here, sir.

Zhao Huangting was shocked, how could he know when An Le would be able to forge swords?
But in the face of Su Muzhe's gaze, he had to remain calm, with his hands crossed over his chest, his white hair flying, and an unfathomable smile that was under control hung on the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, in Jianjianfang.

The beating sound like thunder crashing down on the world suddenly stagnated.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat.

A master swordsmith squinted his eyes and murmured: "The aura has climbed to the peak, and this young man has reached his limit..."

"Unfortunately, at most second grade...huh?!"

However, the master swordsmith hadn't finished speaking, his eyes widened slightly.

Because, in the sword casting workshop, there was a new beating sound resounding, like a big hand supporting the exhausted arm that could not lift the hammer.

……

……

An Le panted heavily, and after five days and five nights of non-stop swinging the hammer, the iron embryo of Yuan Lingjing had already turned into a long sword, and the red sword body was as bright as a scorching sun.

After swinging tens of thousands of hammers, An Le felt that his energy and blood had reached its limit, and his mind could no longer support him to build up his spirit.

An Le let out a breath, under the green shirt, every inch of skin swelled up, and there were blue veins rolling under the membrane like an earth dragon.

The ancient scriptures are intertwined on the surface of the skin, this is the situation where the body exercise is stimulated to the extreme!

When the momentum of the last hammer stagnated, An Le felt the mountain-like sword energy, as if it was about to collapse in an instant, crushing him to pieces.

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

An Le gasped for breath, and couldn't help but look.

But he saw the old man with a silver-threaded sword, holding a hammer with one hand, hitting with a cracking sound, and carrying most of the pressure from the sword for him.

"continue!"

The old man said solemnly.

Panting for breath, An Le swung the hammer again.

Dang-ding!

Dang-ding!

After An Le dropped the hammer, the old man took advantage of the opportunity to drop another hammer. The sound of one hammer turned into two sounds, but it pulled and piled up the courage that was about to collapse!

The earth fairy fire exploded, and the sword casting furnace was full of flames.

Thousands of willows on the side were already sweating profusely, maintaining the fire, and constantly took out some dense materials and sprinkled them into the sword casting furnace to assist in sword casting!

But at this moment, after Wang Yansheng, the swordsmith master, helped Anle to build up his momentum.

I couldn't stop trembling all over my body.

He felt the spirit from An Le, which was enough to make Jian jump for joy!

At this moment, Wang Yansheng suddenly realized why An Le was able to ring the bell 36 and cast a sword for the first time, so she was as imposing as a mountain!

It's talent!
It's physique!
It is an unrepeatable fate!
There are scenes flickering in front of my eyes, this is a once-in-a-lifetime fate, a fate that is hard to capture!

Suddenly, hot tears welled up in Wang Yansheng's eyes.

He has always wanted to forge a first-grade extreme sword and become a great swordsmith who can catch up with the predecessors of the ancients and leave a name in the world.

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

Zhanlu, Chixiao, Tai'a, Chunjun, Chengying, Seven Star Ryongyeon!
Every sword is a legendary sword, a sword that cannot be copied!
It took dozens of years to forge a sword, but Wang Yansheng has never been sure to forge a first-grade sword.

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

But today, he realized a fate!

If he hadn't grasped this fate, he would never have the slightest chance to forge a first-grade extreme sword in this life!
"What does it matter if you fail? What does it matter if you succeed?"

"It doesn't matter if this sword doesn't belong to me!"

"Just ask for the edge of heaven and earth, and cast a sword today!!!"

"Sword is coming!!!"

Wang Yansheng laughed loudly, the moment he dropped the hammer and held up the Anle hammer.

Raising his hand, he stretched out his hand towards another larger sword-making furnace that was still burning in the distance.

In an instant, the sword casting furnace exploded!

A crimson and oozing sword embryo flew over in an instant, and with almost perfect timing, it crashed into the hammer that An Le had just dropped.

Crackling!

It seems that endless magma is blowing up and falling like rain in the sword casting furnace!
An even more terrifying sword energy and sword intent suddenly evaporated!

Inside the Jianjianfang, outside the Jianjianfang.

Everyone's expression changes!
Wang Yansheng, the number one swordsmith in the world... is crazy!
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