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Song You took out enough crystal source cores to pay, and threw out a few scattered crystal source cores.

"The extra is my tip to the shapers. If the quenching is successful, I will give rewards."

Song You raised the money in his hand, looking like a rich man.

To be honest, he was quite addicted to the feeling of spending money like water.

I dare not imagine how luxurious Shen Bei's previous life was when he relied on Rock and Niu Liu alone.

The breathing of the shapers who accompanied him suddenly became heavy, and a trace of desire flashed in their eyes.

This was already a very generous tip. No matter what period it was, whether it was war or peace, the demand for money would never run out.

Looking at the money in Song You's hand, Lao Wang had a flash of uneasiness in his heart. He was originally going to hint to the shapers to do some tricks during grinding and quenching, and then give them some sweet treats afterwards.

In that way, he could be said to be a sure win. But now seeing that these shapers are greedy for money, they will not let them go no matter what.

"Let's get started."

Lao Wang sneered at the shapers.

The most abundant thing in the research institute is grinding wheels. Several shapers took grinding wheels to grind sword blanks. Their movements were very gentle, as if they were holding their children.

The crystal source core in Song's right hand gave them endless power.

More than an hour later, they roughly polished the edge of the long sword. The bright edge reflected the cold light under the light, and smooth lines could be seen. No sword had inclusions that symbolized failure.

Lao Wang's heart sank. With the craftsmanship of these shapers, at least two of the five sword blanks should be wastes with inclusions.

"Quenching!"

The shapers who were watching were a little excited and shouted in unison. They were watching the excitement and didn't mind the trouble. They lost the electrochemical gold, and they were not the unlucky ones.

Lao Wang was sarcastic and greedy, and he was not popular among them.

The few shapers who were preparing to quench the sword also became excited.

The number of gas furnaces was limited, so they did not quench together, but heated and quenched one by one.

The black and gray sword blank gradually heated up under the heating of the gas furnace and emitted a bright red light.

One of the basic skills of shapers is to be able to judge the temperature of the sword blank by the light of the sword blank.

The temperature of the sword blank during quenching is a key factor in determining success or failure. Without knowing the content of the mutant metal in the sword blank, only a rough estimate of the temperature can be made.

The shaper took a deep breath and pulled the sword blank out of the gas furnace.

Flames were gushing out of the red-hot sword blank, which was the residual propane.

"Sizzle!"

There was a somewhat harsh sound of metal cooling, and choking smoke poured out of the quenching tank.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of metal cracking in the quenching tank.

The face of the shaper changed, and he pulled the sword blank out of the quenching tank.

The original 80-centimeter-long sword blank was only more than 30 centimeters left at this time, and the remaining part was all broken in the quenching tank.

"Haha."

Lao Wang laughed out loud, and the pressure accumulated before disappeared. These new shapers are just waste after all, and they are useless.

The second sword blank was inserted into the gas furnace. The shaper did not burn the sword blank too hot, and inserted it into the quenching tank when the sword blank emitted a dark red light.

This time, the sword blank did not break, but when it was pulled out, the sword body had bent more than 30 degrees.

Song You narrowed his eyes, but he was not panicked at all. Even if the content of magnetized molybdenum was sufficient, the probability of these shapers quenching successfully was only more than 25%, and the failure of the first two times was very normal.

But the probability of all five sword blanks failing was only 23.7%.

And Chen Anzhi is not an ordinary shaper.

At this time, it was Chen Anzhi's turn to quench the sword blank forged.

He used the shape of the eight-sided Han sword. The sword body is straight, the sword spine is thicker than ordinary swords, and the strength is enhanced by adding facets to the sword body. More steel is used than ordinary swords. The power of the chopping is also much stronger than that of ordinary swords.

The shaping ability user in charge of quenching has a steady hand. He clamps the sword blank with pliers and puts the sword into the gas furnace.

The sword blank is burned red hot.

A pair of eyes ignore the dazzling flames and carefully observe the changes of the sword body in the flame flow.

Lao Wang disdainfully said that this sword blank made by someone was too thick, which is very easy to be heated unevenly and directly cracked during quenching.

Finally, the man pulled out the sword body with pliers. The sword body was heated to a nearly incandescent level. Few people would quench at this temperature.

Even if the quenching is successful, the sword body will be too hard and the yield strength will be low.

It is very easy to break when chopped.

But the man had his own considerations. The blade of the sword in his hand was thicker than that of an ordinary sword, and he was not afraid of breaking when chopped.

He was very sensitive to the content of mutant metals in the steel, although he could not estimate it very accurately like those psychics. He could see that the content of mutant silicon manganese in this steel was a bit too high, which would enhance the strength of the sword body, but weaken the sword body's resistance to energy erosion.

The psychic took a deep breath. Then he suddenly immersed the entire sword blank in the quenching oil.

There was a "squeaking" sound, and thick oil smoke poured out from the quenching tank. Because the temperature is too high, the quenching oil on the surface is directly ignited. The blazing flames rose up and reached a height of three to four meters.

Everyone present was focused on the quenching tank, regardless of the outcome of the gamble. As long as this sword is quenched successfully, just taking out three swords from the five sword embryos will be a jaw-dropping thing.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A crisp sound rang out from the quenching tank, and some of the onlookers with shaping powers showed regretful expressions. This sword failed to be quenched and should have been broken in the quenching tank.

"Ha ha."

A proud smile appeared on Lao Wang's face. Song You's piece of crystal has fallen into his hands. As long as it falls into his hands and is resold, it can bring him a lot of money.

On the other hand, Chen Anzhi's heart skipped a beat. It shouldn't be. His sword forging skills are so bad?

At this time, Song You narrowed his eyes and was a little panicked.

Shen Bei said that Chen Yixing is Chen Anzhi. Does such a masterful person make mistakes?

Damn!

How is that possible!

He took the iron pliers from the hand of the superpower and pulled the sword embryo out of the quenching tank. The sword embryo was intact, but it was covered with oil, and it was unclear whether there were any cracks on the sword embryo.

"Listen to the sound, there will be no less than seven cracks on the sword embryo."

Lao Wang's face was full of confidence. His many years of experience as a shape-shifting superpower allowed him to judge with certainty that this sword embryo was definitely useless.

"You can install those two swords on the hydraulic arms and try to see if they can cut off the steel pillars. Of course, if you are afraid of breaking the sword body."

Lao Wang's face was full of smiles, but he had already begun to make secret plans in his heart.

Song You turned to look at Chen Anzhi.

Chen Anzhi tilted his head and looked at what I was doing!

"Can't we be so unlucky?"

Song You said something.

Chen Anzhi was indifferent. Who can say anything good about this?

Song You gritted his teeth and grabbed the rag placed next to the quenching nest.

Clamp it on the sword and wipe it hard.

Even though it has not been polished, the sword body is still like a mirror, reflecting Song You's face to every detail.

The most bizarre thing is that there are lines on the sword's spine that look like cracked ice flakes. The lobes are stacked layer by layer, giving it a strange beauty.

The sound during quenching is made when these lines are formed. "

"This...this is an ice crack."

In the silence, a shape-shaping power user suddenly spoke out the name of this pattern.

"Impossible...how could anyone among us forge ice cracks...impossible."

Lao Wang stared at the long sword in stunned silence. The lines on the sword felt as if the whole world had collapsed.

I know exactly what level these colleagues around me are.

Only when the content of dissimilated silicon manganese reaches a delicate balance in the steel and the temperature during quenching is just right, will this extremely precious ice crack pattern appear on the sword. Every long sword with ice cracks. It may not be very sharp, but it must be indestructible.

Lao Wang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Song You to actually draw his sword. The fat on his face trembled, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

At this moment, he thought of the broken corpses hanging in the square.

If he lost the electrolytic gold, his end might be even more miserable than those corpses.

But he looked at the sword carefully and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although this sword is of high quality, it is even worse than his previous works. It's definitely not enough to cut off a steel column.

He breathed a slow sigh of relief to calm himself down.

"Impossible, whose craft is this?"

He glanced at it and saw that the name above was Chen Yixing.

Lao Wang was extremely puzzled because he had never heard of this name.

"But even this sword cannot cut through a nine centimeter steel pillar."

He felt a little hot all over his body, and pulled his collar, thinking silently in his heart to comfort himself.

Then he looked at Song You with a look of ecstasy on his face, smiling so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

A trace of gloom flashed in Lao Wang's heart.