Urban Madness

Young Sect Master asked suspiciously: "Father, what are they doing?"

Kong Gu Wenchao coldly squinted his eyes, and said gloomily: "On the sword-making platform, of course you want to make a sword. It's strange, why would Long Yi also be on the sword-making platform?"

When everyone was puzzled, the swordsmith also said to Ye Fan: "This sword casting platform is connected to the Spring of Fire in the Fire Valley, and it is also the best place to build weapons."

"No matter how hard the tool is, it can be melted and tempered here, and the Fire God Sword has been tempered for thousands of years. Unless there is a cultivation base that exceeds the Nascent Soul Realm, it cannot stimulate the ground fire, and it cannot continue to build!"

Ye Fan nodded, knowing that he was in the Profound Thunder Realm now, so how difficult could it be for the Nascent Infant Realm in a small area?

Thinking of this, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his hand.

Thunder in the sky exploded, and a red blood shadow appeared in Ye Fan's hands.

When everyone saw this blood shadow, they were shocked and dumbfounded.

Isn't this the legendary Fire God Sword?

It is the No. 1 Excalibur in the Wild Continent that was cast by swordsmiths who spent a hundred years of hard work.

But this divine sword actually fell into Ye Fan's hands.

The Young Sect Master suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

Didn’t they come here for the Fire God Sword?

With the Fire God Sword, you can fight the Lingxiao Tower with absolute certainty, and even destroy the Lingxiao Tower.

But now, the Fire God Sword already has a master.

Could it be that God deliberately tried to play tricks on Kong Gu Zong like this?

Kong Gu asked the court next to him with a look of resentment.

It's no wonder that the swordsmith was so indifferent to himself that he didn't even pay attention to the high-grade spirit stones. It turned out that Long Yi's servant gave him the first step.

But the Fire God Sword was in Long Yi's hands, and they were absolutely not sure that they could get it.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, Kong Gu Wenchao felt a scorching heat in his heart, spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fainted.

The crowd hurriedly supported, and Kong Guwen pushed them away and jumped directly under the sword casting platform, shouting unwillingly: "Why? Why did the Fire God Sword be given to this slave? Why?"

Swordsmith and Ye Fan turned their heads at the same time. Swordsmith snorted and proudly said: "It's very simple. Only people with high morals and advanced cultivation can control the Vulcan Sword."

"And you just want to use the Fire God Sword to avenge and create a river of blood. Your virtue is not worthy of the Fire God Sword. Even if you give the Fire God Sword to you, it is just a waste sword in your hands. That's it!"

Kong Gu Wen Chao was extremely angry, and his hair exploded.

"My Kongguzong used to be the first sect in the Wild Continent. I don't know how much I have contributed to the Wild Continent. Isn't that enough to hold the Fire God Sword?"

"You stopped it in a thousand ways, isn't it because the slave gave you more benefits? What kind of shit, the world's number one swordsman, but a swindler!"

The swordsmith's anger burst into flames, and he shouted angrily: "Hugh, you're nonsense, get out of me!"

Under the touch of anger, the swordsmith erupted with supernatural power.

Between the flying sand and the rocks, Kong Gu Wenchao flew out directly and fell heavily at the feet of Young Sect Master.

"father!"

The Young Sect Master hurriedly raised Kong Gu Wenchao, turned his head and gritted his teeth and cursed: "Okay, okay, okay, wait for me, even without the Fire God Sword, we can still become the first sect in the Wild Continent. "

"At that time, I will surely level down the Valley of Fire to avenge today's humiliation. Let's go!"

After that, he picked up Kong Gu, who was in a coma, asked the Chaos, took his disciples, and left dingy.

Swordsmith, Ye Fan, Han Ling Hualuo didn't feel at all.

With the strength of that Young Sect Master, wanting to level down the Valley of Fire is nothing short of idiotic dreams.

Seeing that they are just like the bereaved dogs, Ye Fan didn't bother to care about them, turned around and asked, "Senior, what should we do now?"

The swordsmith pointed to the giant hammer under his feet, and smiled: "This giant hammer weighs two thousand catties. After you can pick it up, use aura to open the ground fire, and you can naturally begin to temper!"

Ye Fan didn't pay attention to the two thousand catties heavy hammer, so he picked it up casually.

The swordsmith saw it in his eyes, and was happy in his heart.

This tempering hammer has been with him for hundreds of years, and no one has ever been able to lift it. Ye Fan picked it up so easily, it seems that everything is God's will.

Ye Fan followed the explosion of Hei Di's power and poured it into the furnace of the sword-forging platform.

Suddenly, in the furnace, there was a two-foot-high flame, extremely hot.

Under the instructions of the swordsmith, Ye Fan inserted the Fire God Sword into the furnace.

With his own divine sense and sword spirit fused, Ye Fan could clearly see the roughness on that Fire God Sword.

If it weren't for tempering here, the Fire God Sword would look perfect to anyone.

After putting it in the stove, I realized that there were so many flaws.

Looking at the unrestrained flame in the furnace, the swordsmith felt ashamed.

Think about the hundreds of years that I have built weapons in the Valley of Fire, but I haven't spurred such a pure flame.

Ye Fan is just a teenager, with such a cultivation base, he is really ashamed.

Thinking of this, the swordsmith vented all the excitement and excitement in his heart with a shout.

"Through the heavens and the earth, knock down all the roughness with a giant hammer, let's start!"

Ye Fan didn't grind, picking up the giant hammer, and smashing it on the Vulcan Sword one after another.

I thought that tempering the weapon's blade was not very complicated, but after the hundreds of hammers went down, the roughness of the Vulcan Sword only slightly changed.

No wonder it took hundreds of years for the swordsmith to create a magic sword. It was indeed not easy.

Ye Fan also made a calculation.

If the Fire God Sword was built into a Taoist weapon, it would not be possible in a short time.

Moreover, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. In terms of one's own cultivation base, it is still possible to build into a Taoist artifact, but the spiritual energy must be refilled at any time.

The beating sound resounded throughout the valley, until the evening, Ye Fan's forehead was oozing sweat, and the tempering was only one percent.

The swordsmith looked at the sky and reminded: "Let’s stop here today. The Vulcan Sword is the sword of the sun. I don’t like being built late at night. We will continue tomorrow!"

Ye Fan put the giant hammer down, feeling that his arms were extremely relaxed.

Building a weapon seems to be a kind of exercise.

The Fire God Sword returned to his arm, and the fire in the furnace gradually softened.

At this time, Han Ling Hualuo brought food and water.

Ye Fan is very strange. The water they brought has long been drunk. Where did this water come from?

The swordsmith explained with a smile: "Behind the Valley of Fire, there is a spring water that is very sweet!"

Ye Fan took a sip immediately, which was indeed very good.

But Han Ling Hualuo gave her food to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan saw this move in his eyes and understood it in his heart.

The food they brought was not enough.