Daqin: Selling elves at the beginning, Zulong begged me to supervise the country

How can a newly made sword have a cold light?

He had obviously made molten iron before, and the iron he produced was simply vulnerable!

He must have read it wrong!

That's right.

He just saw it wrong.

Eager to seek proof, he picked up his favorite work and slashed at the sword that had just come out of the mold.

The sword he wielded was three points more powerful than those wielded by ordinary generals.

When he collided with the sword in Ye Chen's hand, the force from the sword shook the tiger's mouth unconscious.

Although the sword in his hand was not broken, there was an obvious edge.

See you all.

He slumped on the ground.

That was his pride for half his life!

It is the inheritance of his Ban family from generation to generation!

He has completely lost his pride now.

He reached out and slapped himself hard, and his face was slapped to the side by the force of his hand.

A yellow tooth filled with blood popped out of the mouth and rolled to the ground.

Everyone's teeth ached when they saw it.

Wang Ben stretched out his hand and rubbed his face, telling his mouth to wake up, because it was someone else's teeth that fell out.

Tsk!He is a cruel person!

Ye Chen shook his head.

Bantong just wanted to wake up and was not aware of the pain on his face at all.

"Make you arrogant!"

"It makes you think highly of yourself!"

"You deserve to have no progress after working all your life!"

......

"Okay, don't ruin the atmosphere."

Ye Chen picked up the sword that Ban Tong dropped on the ground.

He slashed twice more with his sword.

The sword finally died in Ye Chen's hands.

The section fell to the ground in two pieces.

Ye Chen walked to the forging platform and picked up another Ban Tong's masterpiece.

Pretend to cut.

"Hiss! Wu Anhou's men left swords behind!"

Wang Ben hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

Ye Chen raised his eyebrows and threw the sword to Wang Ben.

"What? General Wang Ben likes this sword?"

Wang Ben subconsciously caught it, and when he heard Ye Chen's words, he threw Ban Tong's sword away like a hot potato.

"I feel sorry for the handle in Marquis Wu An's hand."

"This is a fine sword, why are you cutting it like this?"

Wang Ben looked pityful, fearing that Ye Chen would break his sword.

"This sharp sword in the hands of Marquis Wu An looks like——"

Wang Ben's words came to his lips and he held them back.

You can't insult the sword like this.

"What does it look like?" Ye Chen was confused.

"Chopping knife." Wang Ben pointed to the sword on the forging platform.

He remembered clearly that Marquis Wu An had said that Ban Tong's sword was suitable for cutting firewood.

In this comparison, Ban Tong's sword can indeed be used to chop wood.

But the sword in Marquis Wu'an's hand can be called a sword, and in Marquis Wu'an's hands it is still a sword.

What a feast.

Ye Chen touched the sword blade and shook his head.

"Isn't it just a wood chopping knife?"

It was still a bit different from what he expected.

It's probably because he didn't grasp the proportions well, but he just had the theory and never practiced it, so it's pretty good to be able to do this.

Wang Ben didn't know what to say when he heard this.

Ban Tong crawled to Ye Chen's feet and kowtowed his head sincerely, making a clanging sound.

"May Marquis Wu An clarify my doubts, what is that black powder? Why do you need to stir it?"

In fact, Ye Chen's iron-making steps were roughly the same as those they experimented with, except for two more steps.

Banton soon found the key.

"If I can clear up my confusion, I can do whatever the Marquis wants me to do, and I can even die in peace."

He has been obsessed with iron all his life, and when he came to Xianyang, he was smitten by the compliments.

A great opportunity was missed.

People in ancient times would age quickly if they didn't take care of themselves. To Ye Chen, Ban Tong looked like a bad old man.

His face was covered with snot and tears, mixed with blood.

It looked very embarrassed, even a little disgusting.

Ye Chen retracted his feet.

"Your sword may be pretty good in Great Qin, but unfortunately... it's made of iron."

"Marquis Wu An is right... No, isn't this also true?" Wang Ben was about to echo, but suddenly realized something, changed the subject, and almost bit his own tongue.

Isn’t this all iron made from iron ore?

"The layout is too small. I am making steel."