The First Immortal of Swordsmanship

Soon, the masters in the sword-making workshop were alerted and rushed over one after another.

After learning the ins and outs of the matter, the masters couldn't help shaking their heads and laughing, treating the matter as a farce.

No one took it seriously.

Could a young man, even if he knew some sword-making skills, be able to smash the signboard of this sword-making workshop?

Someone went to persuade Wang Tianyang and said: "Mr. Wang, please calm down. Young people are not sensible, why should they be too serious? With your status, it would be disrespectful to care about these things."

Wang Tianyang said angrily: "My manners are nothing. I have been eating, drinking, gambling, and doing whatever I want since I was a child. How can I be the kind of person who respects my manners? Please watch me honestly!"

He came to the stove, picked up the fire tongs, added charcoal to the fire, and said loudly, "What the hell, come and destroy the place so that I can open my eyes!"

All the swordsmiths laughed bitterly, knowing that Wang Tianyang had such a stubborn temper.

"Young man, since you are Mr. Huang's friend, if you want to forge a sword, I will help you. Why bother with Mr. Wang?"

Someone kindly reminded Su Yi, "Go and apologize to Mr. Wang and forget about it."

Su Yi said in a casual tone: "I came here to forge swords, but I don't have time to get angry with an irrelevant person."

With that said, he came to the stove.

There is a huge copper table here, with a dazzling array of refining tools placed on it.

"Put those sword-making materials here."

Su Yi looked at the boys and ordered.

Seeing this scene, the weapon-refining masters frowned and were quite unhappy. How could this young man be so ignorant?

However, due to Huang Qianjun's face, they did not speak harshly to each other, otherwise, Su Yi would have been kicked out long ago.

A master craftsman looked at Huang Ganjun and complained: "Master Huang, who is your friend? He is young and has a bad temper!"

Huang Qianjun was troubled in his heart. When he heard this, he said angrily: "Where does all the nonsense come from? Can you guys know if my brother Su can do it or not?"

The masters did not dare to talk back, but looked at Su Yi with growing dissatisfaction.

"Since Mr. Huang said this, let's see what this little friend is like!"

One person snorted coldly.

Everyone else also had the mentality of watching the excitement, intending to see Su Yi make a fool of himself.

As the boy put all the sword-making materials in place one by one, Su Yi also started to take action.

It was just a long sword made of a mortal weapon, and it was not a problem for him at all.

First, six or seven materials were put into the furnace one by one, and then he ordered Wang Tianyang:

"Intensify the firepower. Stop when I say stop."

Everyone was stunned for a while, this guy was so rude, he actually used Wang Lao like this!

Wang Tianyang's cheeks twitched violently. He suppressed the boiling anger in his heart and kept adding charcoal and some materials that could help increase the heat.

A full half-quarter of an hour later.

Su Yi casually sprinkled a handful of red sun copper powder into the furnace and warned again, "Continue to increase the firepower."

Wang Tianyang kept his head down and did as he was told without saying a word.

He was suffocating in his heart and planned to vent his anger on Su Yi's head later when Su Yi made a mistake in forging the sword.

In the following time, Su Yi would throw a sword-making material from time to time and instruct Wang Tianyang to control the fire, as if he really regarded the latter as a fireman.

That scene made the other weapon-refining masters feel very unhappy, thinking that Su Yi was too disrespectful and extremely arrogant.

Huang Qianjun felt a sense of expectation in his heart.

He could see that Su Yi was calm and confident when forging the sword!

"The worst outcome is that the sword made by Brother Su is not as good as that made by Mr. Wang himself, but as long as it succeeds, you won't lose face. That's enough."

Thinking of this, Huang Qianjun became more and more relaxed.

"More firepower."

"Not enough, continue."

"More big."

...In the following time, only Su Yi's voice instructing Wang Tianyang to light the fire continued to sound.

Wang Tianyang's face became more and more ugly, and he huffed and puffed out his nose. His head, which was almost bald with anger, had white eyes and a dull pain.

Huang Ganjun and the sword-making masters also had different expressions.

Until half an hour later, the furnace fire was rolling, and the room was filled with heat that seemed to be boiling, making people feel as if they were in a lava volcano.

Everyone was sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked.

Wang Tianyang, who was nearest, had sweat flowing down his bald forehead like a river, and his dark cheeks were red.

A master swordsmith like him could hardly bear it.

At this moment, Su Yi took out the red gold ring with purple patterns and threw it into the furnace.

boom!

Tongues of fire swept across and burst into dazzling light.

Visible to the naked eye, the ring melted little by little, turning into traces of lavender crystal juice.

Su Yi poured the prepared five kilograms of Xuanbing purified water into the furnace without hesitation.

As soon as the cold water came into contact with the boiling furnace, a cloud of water mist burst out with a hiss, filling the entire room in an instant.

Everyone's vision became blurred, and they all subconsciously retreated far away, for fear of being touched by the extremely hot water mist.

Until half a minute later, Wang Tianyang's angry voice sounded in the mist:

"The way to temper a sword is to pour pure ice water into the furnace! This is the first time I have seen such a nonsense sword-making method!"

There was disdain, anger, and questioning.

The weapon-refining masters were also speechless.

They have been refining swords all year round, but they have never seen anyone do what Su Yi did. It was just a random act!

Soon, the heat wave and water mist in the room gradually faded away.

People's vision returns to clarity.

It was as if Wang Tianyang's eyebrows and beard had been burned off, his originally sparse hair was gone, and his whole head was bald, like a red-hot stewed egg.

He was furious and gritted his teeth.

Looking at Su Yi again, his expression was calm and focused. He held an iron pliers in his hand, holding a rough sword embryo, and looked at it carefully in front of his eyes.

The sword embryo was completely black, with a faint purple sheen. Other than that, there was nothing special about it.

"This sword embryo looks pretty good..."

A master craftsman said in surprise.

Another person said: "It's just a sword embryo, it still depends on whether it can withstand the tempering. I don't believe that such a crude sword embryo can make a good sword."

"A sword must be both quality and sharp. Since this kid is a trouble maker, he should be able to make a good sword!"

Some people were laughing and deliberately fanning the flames.

"These guys obviously intend to watch the joke!"

Huang Qianjun sneered in his heart, but he didn't say anything. In the end, he didn't know who was laughing at who.

They saw Su Yi placing the sword embryo on the thick iron platform, holding a giant hammer in his right hand, and hammering it down.

clang!

Sparks flew everywhere and the sound was endless.

Everyone's eardrums were buzzing, and they couldn't help but look strange. This boy was very strong. A giant hammer weighing a hundred pounds was as light as a feather in his hand, and he could use his fingers like an arm.

At this time, Wang Tianyang's eyes were also fixed on Su Yi's movements, waiting for Su Yi to make a fool of himself...

clang! clang! clang!

The sound of blacksmithing came and went, echoing throughout the room, and sparks bloomed like fireworks under the giant hammer, which was really beautiful.

Gradually, everyone noticed that something was wrong.

"What kind of technique is this? Just listening to the sound has a unique rhythm, like breathing. Looking at the sword embryo, it also lights up and goes out when the hammer hits it, echoing from a distance."

Not long after, a master craftsman couldn't help but said.

Others also looked a little surprised, and they clearly felt this situation.

In the sparks flying, every hammer blow has a mysterious and unspeakable rhythm, and under the continuous hammer blow, the originally rough sword embryo quietly shrinks, solidifies, and changes...

"Does this kid really possess a unique secret skill in sword refining?"

The same thought came to the minds of these weapon refiners, and their expressions became much more serious.

Originally, they were angry at Su Yi's arrogance and had already prepared their words. They planned to teach Su Yi a lesson after he failed in sword refining, so that he would know what it means to specialize in the arts and what it means to pay the price of overestimating one's abilities. .

But now...

No one dares to think so.

As old men who have been making swords all year round, how could they not see that Su Yina's sword-making techniques are obviously extraordinary and comparable?

"Look, look!"

Huang Ganjun was so excited that he shouted, "I knew that once Brother Su took action, he would be able to defeat these old guys with their eyes above their heads."

Those guys at Xinghuang Medical Center are a lesson to others!

Huang Ganjun couldn't help but look at Wang Tianyang.

But they saw that the completely bald swordsmith was as dumbfounded as a clay sculpture, his eyes staring straight at Su Yi's movements, his dark cheeks changing, and his chest rising and falling one after another.

Clearly very excited!

"Haha, hahaha, is Mr. Wang, an old prostitute with a bad temper, also confused?"

Huang Qianjun felt so happy that he almost laughed out loud.

In all these years, he has never seen Wang Tianyang lose his temper like this!

This old guy is so unruly that he doesn't even pay attention to his father Huang Yunchong, but now, it is very likely that he will be subdued by Brother Su again!

for a long time--

Clang!

A Qingyue sword chant sounded in the room.

Hearing it in everyone's ears, it was like a cold sound of nature, and their whole bodies were shaken, and they all woke up from the chaotic thoughts.

Even Huang Qianjun's mind and eyes were attracted.

See you soon——

A black sword, two feet seven inches long and three fingers wide, with a clear body, was held in Su Yi's hand.

Although this sword is black, it has an ethereal and clear texture, like the vast night sky. The sword is bladed on both sides, and the edge is hidden.

As Su Yi's wrist turned, the ink-like black surface of the sword occasionally flashed with a faint purple luster, adding a touch of illusion.

Full of spirituality.

"this……"

The expressions of all the weapon refiners were moved, with expressions of passion and obsession. What a great sword made by nature!

When facing this sword, their proud hearts were quietly subdued.

"This sword is by no means an ordinary thing!"

Huang Ganjun's heart was beating violently. When his eyes looked at the sword, he felt like he was being stung. How could he not understand how extraordinary this sword was?

Buzz!

At this time, Su Yi tapped his index finger lightly, and the sword suddenly burst into purple light, buzzing like low thunder, rolling through the room.

Seeing this, Su Yi nodded, showing a hint of satisfaction.

Although this sword is not a spiritual weapon, the integration of red gold with purple patterns has given the sword a touch of spirituality, making this sword far more than a sword in the ordinary sense, somewhere between a mortal and a spiritual weapon!

"You...what sword-making technique are you using?"

At this time, Wang Tianyang, who had been silent, finally spoke. His eyes were dazed, a little lost, and seemed to be too shocked.

Su Yi glanced at the swordsmith and said, "Want to learn? I'll just teach you."

Wang Tianyang was shocked and opened his eyes wide, as if in disbelief.

Then, his expression kept changing violently.

Until the end——

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the famous swordsmith in Guangling City actually looked extremely ashamed.

He bowed deeply and bowed his head:

"Young Master's methods are so ingenious that I admire him!"

"Young Master's ambition is as bright as the wind and the moon, and Wang also admires him!"

There was a sound when it hit the ground, and the whole room was silent.

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ps: The first chapter has been updated in advance, and the second chapter will be updated around 4 p.m.

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