I, Panda, am super fierce!

In the scorching sun, a boy who looked like six or seven years old was climbing the mountain with difficulty holding a stone bigger than himself.

The stone was too heavy, and his exposed ears and neck were all red, but his footsteps did not stop. He waited until he climbed the mountain and reached a certain room before putting down his hands and wiping his sweat.

After resting for a while, he lifted the stone again, put it on another platform, found a hammer head taller than him, picked it up and smashed it on.

This is the correct procedure he asked from Wuxian Peak after burning the Seven Star Sand several times.

There is a place for iron smelting next to the Wuxianfeng mine vein, and the person in charge of the mine vein is an outer disciple in the Qi training period, so he naturally knows everything about Yi Zhou's problems.

Only then did Yi Zhou realize that he had done useless work some time ago.

The stones cracked and shattered into smaller stones under repeated blows.

Yi Zhou put down the hammer and rested for a while, then started working again, smashing the smaller stones into powder little by little.

Then mix it with the auxiliary materials needed for iron smelting from Wuxian Peak.

After all the previous preparations were done, Yizhou put the compressed Seven Star Sand powder into the furnace, and then set it on fire.

This is his fifth trial, and the previous trials always failed due to various reasons, and every time he fails, Yizhou will make a summary.

Yesterday was only a little short of success, and Yi Zhou felt that if he was more careful, he would definitely be able to succeed today.

The mana was transported in smoothly, and the ground fire in the furnace was always kept at a certain temperature. Yizhou was very careful with every step until all the steps were completed. He opened the furnace, and saw black mixed with bright blue liquid coming out of the reserved mouth. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

This is the first time he has practiced seven-star iron, although he is exhausted and has nothing, but Yi Zhou still feels very happy.

He couldn't wait to share this feeling with others, but it's a pity that Si Heng was found by Master Feiyun today.

He stood aside, seeing the seven-star iron solution solidify in the cold, curled his lips, and took the mold and the lump of seven-star iron inside to the side.

Different from the furnace next to it, the furnace on the other side is smaller. There is a platform next to the furnace, on which there is a hammer, and there is a bucket next to it, which is filled with spiritual spring water.

This is where he will forge the sword.

Although it doesn't look real at all.

Yi Zhou had gone through the process of casting swords in his mind more than once, and he seemed not at all unfamiliar with the movements, but he still had no idea. The red-hot seven-star iron was placed on the platform, and Yi Zhou swung the hammer. time, but I don't know what strength to use.

It takes a lot of tempering to forge a sword. As a novice, Yi Zhou, who forged a sword for the first time, naturally failed.

He didn't notice it at first, but when he found it, there was already a crack on the iron block.

Yizhou felt very frustrated that the things that had been refined with great difficulty were so useless.

He didn't even look at the discarded seven-star iron, the hammer in his right hand was thrown aside, and he huddled behind the stove with his knees folded, silently unhappy.

When Si Heng came back, he saw the dejected apprentice.

Recently, Yizhou has been attacked frequently, but this situation has never been seen before.

He frowned slightly, walked in quickly, and saw everything that had obviously been used, so he understood everything.

"It took me a year to make my first sword." He walked to Yi Zhou, squatted down, and pinched the bud on the top of Yi Zhou's head.

Yi Zhou moved his head, still listless, and heard the person next to him continue: "I used this thing before, so I miss it a bit."

Facing the apprentice's gaze, Si Heng raised the corners of his lips: "How about I forge a sword for you?"

"Ok?"

"I'll forge a sword for you, and you can follow along," he said.

Si Heng did what he said. He went to see Master Feiyun. The sleeves of his robe were too wide, so he took off his robe without thinking too much.

Just as Yi Zhou got up from the ground, he saw his master only wearing a jacket with the cuffs rolled up to expose his arms.

Except for a few uncontrollable times, Si Heng who appeared in front of people was always well-dressed, and this was the first time I saw him so unkempt.

But just to comfort him.

Yi Zhou wanted to say that he was fine, but Si Heng had already turned on the ground fire and took out a piece of seven-star iron.

Si Heng doesn't like or use things like seven-star iron, so naturally it can't be placed in the storage bag to take up space.

The only explanation for him to carry this thing with him is probably because of him.

As Yi Zhou thought about it, his heart felt a little bitter, but he didn't have the thought of obstructing it.

In fact, Si Heng hasn't touched this thing for hundreds of years, but Huashen Da Neng has an excellent memory, and he can clearly retrieve even the most distant memories.

The seven-star iron burned red in the ground fire, Si Heng took out the thing, picked up Yi Zhou's hammer head which was still at the side, raised his hand and knocked it down.

The weight of the hammer head was too light for him, and he had to pay attention to his own strength all the time so as not to break things.

Although he was nervous, Si Heng didn't show it at all. He beat, bent and forged again and again, and then put it back in to burn.

Si Heng repeated this action many times until the piece of seven-star iron gradually took on the shape of a sword.

The sky is turning round and round, from bright to dark, and from dark to bright again.

When the first ray of sunlight poured into the room, Yi Zhou rubbed his eyes.

After forging, planing, filing, engraving, quenching, and sharpening the sword, three days later, the seven-star iron in Si Heng's hand finally became a precious sword.

The whole body of the sword was pitch black, but reflected a little bit of blue light.

"Do you understand?" Si Heng asked him.

Yi Zhou nodded, explaining clearly.

The moment his words fell, the sword that took Si Heng several days to forge made a crisp sound, and then snapped inch by inch.

"Master!" Yi Zhou didn't know why he did this at all, he stepped forward and stared at the debris on the ground, feeling extremely sorry.

Si Heng sighed very lightly, picked up the broken sword that fell on the ground, and said only one sentence.

"A sword repairer can only have one sword."

After watching Si Heng cast the sword, Yi Zhou's life returned to its original rhythm.

Get up early every day after morning class, go to Wuxian Peak to bring a piece of seven-star sand back, melt the seven-star sand into seven-star iron, and then start forging and casting swords.

He has mastered smelting very well, but sword casting always fails for various reasons.

Yi Zhou was not in a hurry. After watching Si Heng casting swords, something seemed to be aroused in his heart. He collected every damaged sword embryo and put them in his room. Sword, and then put away these things that represent your own failure.

The body is already used to the heavy pressure every day, and the seven-star sand Yizhou chose is getting bigger and bigger, and the sword embryo can be forged for half a day without damage.

Throwing the broken seven-star iron into the Lingquan water to cool down, Yi Zhou rubbed his sore arm. After resting, he fished out the things and put them inside the house.

There was an extra shelf in the room where he was resting, and a row of sword casting materials had already been placed on the shelf.

Yi Zhou put the piece that was newly baked today in the second row, then turned around and went out to the main peak.

Dealing with those things every day, he also needs to find some opportunities to relax.

I don't know if he moved things out recently, but Yi Zhou obviously felt that his agility was running faster.

Those who were tied with him or even slightly won, gradually began to be no match for him.

This is probably something to be happy about.

The damaged material on the shelf in the room gradually changed its shape, from a thick iron block to thinner and longer, and then it took the shape of a sword again.

On the shelf placed in the eighth row, the last one is completely in the shape of a sword, but there is a broken mark in the middle of the sword.

It was a work that failed seven days ago and died in quenching.

Pour out the seven-star iron that was smelted today, and Yi Zhou walked to the side to re-ignite the ground fire.

The sword embryo that had been planed and filed yesterday was put aside, and he stared at the flames jumping in the furnace, glanced at the sword in his hand, and then quickly put it into the fire.

The sword body was burnt red, he quickly took out the sword embryo, and put it into the nearby spiritual spring water.

Yi Zhou's heart beat a little fast, and the sound of "嗞嗞" could be heard in his ears. When the sound disappeared, he collected himself and took out the sword.

The sword body in front of him was deformed and bent, but it was intact. Yi Zhou heaved a sigh of relief and smiled a little on his face.

It worked!

After that, things became simple, nothing more than reheating the blade and beating it until it became straight. After it was done, it came to the last step-sharpening the sword.

Ten years of sharpening a sword.

I don't know why this sentence popped up in my mind, Yi Zhou smiled, didn't take it seriously, went out with the sword, moved out the needed things, then sat down, and started the step that required the most patience.

It does not take ten years to sharpen a sword, but it cannot be completed overnight.

Yi Zhou still went to move the Seven Star Sand every day, but no longer smelted it, and spent the rest of the day on that sword.

The blade of the sword became radiant, with a cold light shining on both sides, the surface of the blade was pitch black, but there were dots of blue light, which was very beautiful.

The sword was almost worn out, and Yi Zhou was thinking about what kind of hilt and scabbard to match it with.

It can't be too ordinary, he thought while moving, his first finished product took so long, it can't be too special.

There are a lot of materials in the storage bag, most of which are given by others, and Yi Zhou always feels dissatisfied when he picks them up. Finally, when he sees Qianye, he has a flash of inspiration and has a solution.

He did it as soon as he thought of it, put the sharpened sword aside, and found usable materials from the storage bag.

Then he closed his eyes and imagined the appearance of the scabbard in his mind.

That style gradually took shape in his heart, Yi Zhou showed a smile, opened his eyes, faced the things in his hand, and started to make.

The hilt and scabbard are much easier to make than the body of the sword. After several failures, Yi Zhou got the hang of it and finally managed to make it out.

The hilt and scabbard in front of him are black and white, and the two colors are irregularly distributed, but they look extremely harmonious.

He nodded in satisfaction, this thing looks simple, but it is not so casual.

He designed it according to his original shape!

The more Yi Zhou looked at it, the more satisfied he became, and he couldn't wait to let others see what it looked like.

The protruding part of the sword body was knocked into the hilt, and then the long sword was put into the sheath, making a "chuss" sound.

Just when Yizhou picked up the completed sword and was about to find someone, the person who could praise him suddenly appeared in front of him.

"It's great." Si Heng praised him with a smile, then took the object from his hand naturally, raised his hand and drew out the sword.

The sword whispered in his hand, thinking of the consequences of the previous sword, Yi Zhou was a little worried.

After all, his first work, if it breaks, he will be a little sad.

The feared thing did not happen, Si Heng watched it for a while, and put the sword back into the scabbard again.

But he didn't seem to have the intention of returning the things. Yi Zhou waited and saw that he had been looking down at the sword in his hand, and was about to speak to urge him, when a silver dagger appeared in the other hand.

The dagger was brought to Yi Zhou, and the man asked, "How about exchanging it with me?"