Myth Revival: Turn the Chaos Clock over to the Nation at the Start

Ye Xun said with a smile, obviously he knew this young man.

The two followed the boy in, and they heard a tinkling of iron from a distance.

ding... ding...

The sound is very rhythmic, and again and again.

Han Yi raised his brows, listening to the voice carefully, his expression became much more serious.

Just the sound, you can feel a mood.

This swordsmith is not low in cultivation.

When he entered the factory, Han Yi saw the swordsmith.

Next to the huge stove, there was a blacksmithing platform, with an anvil covered with deep and shallow marks.

A young man, about 26 and seven years old, with bare upper body and obvious muscles, was swinging the hammer in his hand again and again, hitting a piece of iron.

He should be the swordsmith Zhao Ying that Ye Xun knew.

After beating a few times, he stopped.

"Ye Xun, why do you have time to come?"

Ye Xun smiled and replied: "This is Han Yi, you already know that he wants a weapon."

"Oh? What kind of weapon do you want to build?"

Han Yi hesitated and said, "Sword."

"Sword, you should be a cultivator. The weapon used by cultivators, if you don't have any clever swordsmanship, the sword is not very practical."

The young man thought for a while and replied.

Ye Xun said: "Old Zhao, he may have his own requirements, but I brought you a big client."

Zhao Ying smiled and said, "Then what kind of sword does Brother Han want? Let's talk about it first and see if I can cast it."

"The requirements are not very high. Do you have the finished product here? I'll take a look at it for reference."

"Of course, come with me."

Zhao Ying walked towards a warehouse beside him.

The two of Han Yi followed, the warehouse door opened, and Han Yi's eyes widened instantly.

There are at least fifty weapons in it.

Swords, spears, halberds, sticks and spears.

Each piece is hung on the wall or standing beside the wall, shining with cold light.

Judging from the sharp edges revealed, each of these pieces is not ordinary.

Involuntarily, Han Yi took one of the swords in his hand.

After waving it a few times at will, it suddenly radiates cold light, which is completely unmatched by ordinary swords.

Han Yi nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to test the toughness of this sharp sword.

Han Yi held the hilt in his left hand, and the three fingers of his right hand pinched the tip of the sword, bending the blade with both hands.

bang...

With a crisp sound, the long sword was broken into two pieces.

The three of Han Yi were collectively dumbfounded.

"This... I said I didn't mean to believe it?" Han Yi tried to explain.

"It's okay, this... the sword is the worst of the bunch." Zhao Ying said a little confused.

Ye Xun picked up the tip of the sword and tried to fold it hard.

His face flushed red, and with all his strength, the blade only showed a slight arc.

"What's going on? Han Yi, are you suddenly possessed by Hercules?"

Ye Xun said in surprise.

Zhao Ying also tried to fold the blade, but the curvature was only larger.

He also confirmed that it was not the problem of the blade, but the problem of Han Yi.

Ye Xun handed the blade to Han Yi.

Han Yi tried again, and with another bang, the half blade was broken into two again.

"It's a bit difficult this time." Han Yi said, and the other two were speechless.

Zhao Ying's look at Han Yi was wrong.

On weekdays, some sharp weapons and swords are broken, and they are only broken when they collide with weapons of the same level or even magic weapons.

But it was the first time he had seen a man of this level break a sword of this level with only his hands.

Because there was no mana fluctuation, Han Yi only used his body power.

And looking at Han Yi's appearance, it seems that he didn't do his best, which is the most terrifying.

"Try this one."

Zhao Ying looked around and found another sword, which was not made of ordinary fine iron before, but forged by Bailian iron.

"Are you sure?" Han Yi confirmed.

Seeing Zhao Ying nodding, Han Yi tried again.

bang...

Looking at the two severing swords in Han Yi's hands, Zhao Ying confirmed some information.

"Are you born divine?"

Han Yi shook his head: "No, it's just that the strength is stronger. It may be that the practice focuses on physical training."

"I'm afraid your weapon is more difficult to fight. When do you want it?"

Zhao Ying asked helplessly, he now has the intention of rejecting this deal.

Han Yi thought for a while, "The fastest day, or within two days."

"If you use a sword, it may not be very easy to use. With your strength, it may be easier to use some heavy weapons, but even if it is a heavy weapon, if I build it barely enough for you, it will take seven or eight days at the fastest."

Hearing this, Han Yi couldn't help but ask, "So slow?"

"Forging weapons is not that simple, especially some magical weapons, using some precious materials, it is more likely that months and half a year are spent on forging."

Han Yi was speechless when he got the answer.

"It seems that there is no way out. You can get me something that can be used. I'll make do with it these few days." He was ready to give up.

Zhao Ying pondered for a while, then suddenly said: "But there is another way..."

"Huh?" A glimmer of hope rose in Han Yi's heart.

"Actually, there are two weapons handed down from the ancestors in my family. Even the records have been lost over time. I think one of them should be suitable for you."

Han Yi quickly asked, "What weapon?"

"A Fangtian painted halberd is forged from the meteorite iron from the sky. It weighs 580 jin. An ordinary cultivator can barely swing it a few times, but to use it normally, even a cultivator who is in the realm of refining qi into a god is not likely to use it." .”

Han Yi's eyes lit up.

"Can you take a look?"

Zhao Ying said: "Of course, it is in the factory. You wait a moment, I will fetch it."

Han Yi nodded, but did not follow.

More than 500 catties, Zhao Ying, as a practitioner in the realm of refining qi and transforming gods, is not a big problem to carry.

Chapter 10 Rush to the Qilian Mountains

Not long after, the sound of heavy footsteps came.

Zhao Ying walked in carrying a pitch-black Fang Tian Hua Ji and bent down gently.

boom……

Fang Tianhuaji stood heavily on the ground.

If you look closely, you can see that the halberd is not smooth, but a dark red dragon hovering on the halberd in relief, and the dragon's head is stuck between the halberd and the halberd.

This is a double-moon Fangtian painted halberd. The color on both sides of the halberd and the tip of the halberd in the middle is lighter. Just looking straight at it, you can feel a dazzling chill.

Han Yi's eyes lit up, and he walked over and grabbed it.

Zhao Ying let go, "How about you try this Fang Tianhua halberd?"

Han Yi nodded, raised it with one hand, Fang Tianhuaji made a whirring sound and danced in his hand.

He was even more satisfied, "Not bad, the weight is right, but I don't know what the quality is."

Zhao Ying walked over and threw the long piece of fine iron he had forged many times on a piece of land outside the forging room.

"Try this, the fine iron that I have tempered more than 30 times."

Han Yi carried Fang Tianhua halberd and went outside, holding the halberd in both hands, he slashed Huashan with a simple move, and the halberd blade landed on the fine iron.

boom……

There was a loud bang, and a lot of dust swayed.

Zhao Ying raised his hand and pressed down, and the invisible mana fluctuations suppressed the dust, revealing the situation on the field.

Fang Tianhua halberd slashed on the iron bar, not moving at all, but most of the halberd blades had already been cut into the iron bar.

Han Yi used his right hand to lift Fang Tianhua halberd.

There is a crack in the middle of the iron bar that is much wider than the halberd blade.

"it is good……"

Seeing that Fang Tianhuaji was intact, Han Yi subconsciously spoke up.