First Immortal of the Sword Chapter 37: Want to learn? I teach you

Soon, the masters of the swordsmithing workshop were alerted and rushed over.

Learning what happened, the masters shook their heads and laughed, treating it as a farce.

No one took it seriously.

A young man who knows some swordsmanship skills can still smash the signboard of this swordsmithing workshop?

Someone went to persuade Wang Tianyang, saying: "Old Wang, you are calm, young people are ignorant, why should you be too serious? In your capacity, if you care about these things, you will lose your demeanor."

Wang Tianyang said angrily: "You have a fart in your demeanor. This old man has been eating, drinking, prostituting and gambling since he was a child, and he acted recklessly. How can he be the kind of person who talks about demeanor? Let me be honest with you!"

He came to the stove, picked up the tongs, and while adding charcoal to the fire, he said loudly, "That Su, come and smash the place, let me open my eyes!"

All the swordsmiths laughed bitterly, knowing that Wang Tianyang was such a stubborn temperament.

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

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

Su Yi said in a casual tone: "I came here to make swords this time, but I didn't have the time to be angry with someone who was not related."

Speaking, he came to the fire.

There is a huge copper table with a dazzling array of refining tools.

"You put those sword-making materials here."

Su Yi looked at the servants and commanded.

Seeing this scene, those craftsmen frowned for a while, quite displeased, how could this young man be so ignorant?

However, because of Huang Qianjun's face, they didn't speak ill of each other, otherwise, Su Yi would have been thrown out long ago.

A master craftsman looked at Huang Qianjun and complained, "Young Master Huang, who is your friend? He is young and has a good temper!"

Huang Qianjun was troubled in his heart, and when he heard the words, he said angrily: "Where does all this nonsense come from? Can my brother Su be able to do it? You can see if you look at it?"

Those masters didn't dare to talk back, they just looked at Su Yi, and they became more and more dissatisfied.

"Since Shao Huang said so, then let's see the style of this little friend!"

One snorted coldly.

Others also have the mentality of watching the fun, planning to watch Su Yi make a fool of himself.

As the servant placed various sword-making materials one by one, Su Yi also began to act.

Just forging a mortal sword, it doesn't bother him at all.

First, put six or seven kinds of materials into the furnace one by one, and then instruct Wang Tianyang:

"Increased firepower, stop when I say stop."

Everyone was stunned for a while, this kid is so rude, he actually summoned the old man like this!

Wang Tianyang's cheeks twitched fiercely. He resisted the boiling anger in his heart and kept adding charcoal fire and some materials that would help to raise the heat.

A full quarter of an hour later.

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

Wang Tianyang sullen his head, did not say a word, and did as he did.

He held a breath in his heart, intending to vent it on Su Yi's head when Su Yi made a mistake in casting the sword.

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

That scene made the other craftsmen feel very uncomfortable, thinking that Tai Su Yi was arrogant and arrogant.

Huang Qianjun had an anticipation in his heart.

He could see that Su Yi was calm and composed when he was casting the sword, obviously full of confidence!

"The worst result is that the sword forged by Brother Su is not as good as that of Wang Lao, but as long as it succeeds, it will not lose face, that's enough."

Thinking about this, Huang Qianjun became more relaxed.

"More firepower."

"Not enough, continue."

"Make it bigger."

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

Wang Tianyang's face became more and more ugly, his nose was slamming out of breath, and his head, which was about to go bald, was emitting white smoke, and it was aching.

Huang Qianjun and the swordsmiths also looked different.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the flames of the furnace rolled, and the whole house seemed to be boiling, making people feel like they were in the land of lava volcanoes.

Everyone was sweating profusely and their clothes were soaked.

The nearest Wang Tianyang was sweating like a river on his bald forehead, and his dark cheeks were flushed.

A master swordsmith like him can't take it anymore.

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

Boom!

The tongue of fire swept through, bursting with dazzling light.

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

Su Yi poured the prepared five catties of pure ice water into the furnace without hesitation.

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

Everyone's vision became blurred, and they all subconsciously retreated far away, lest they be touched by the scorching hot water mist.

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

"The way of quenching and refining swords, how can you pour the pure ice water into the furnace! This is the first time I have seen such a nonsense method of forging swords!"

There is disdain, anger, and questioning.

Those refining masters were also speechless.

They have been practicing swords all the year round, and they have never seen anyone do it like Su Yi. They are completely stupid!

Soon, the heat and water mist in the room gradually subsided.

Personal vision regained clarity.

I saw Wang Tianyang's eyebrows and beards were burnt off, all his sparse hair was gone, and his entire head was bald, like a red-hot stewed egg.

He was furious and gritted his teeth.

Looking at Su Yi again, his expression was flat and focused, holding a pair of iron pliers and holding a rough sword embryo in front of him, carefully examining it.

The entire body of the sword embryo is dark, with a faint purple sheen, other than that, there is nothing special about it.

"This sword embryo looks pretty good..."

A forge master said in surprise.

Another person said: "It's just a sword embryo. It depends on whether it can withstand the tempering. I don't believe how good a sword can be made from such a crude sword embryo."

"A sword is indispensable for its texture and edge. Since this little friend is a smasher, he should be able to make a good sword!"

Someone laughed and deliberately fanned the flames.

"These guys are clearly planning to see a joke!"

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

I saw Su Yi resting the sword embryo on the solid iron platform, holding a giant hammer in his right hand, beating it down.

Clang!

Sparks are flying, and there is a constant roar.

Everyone's eardrums hummed, and they couldn't help showing strange colors. This kid is quite powerful. A giant hammer of 100 jin is as light as a feather in his hand, like an arm's finger.

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

Clang! clang! clang!

The sound of hammering iron came and went, echoing all over the room, and a plume of sparks bloomed like fireworks under the giant hammer, which was truly beautiful.

Gradually, everyone realized that something was wrong.

"What kind of technique is this, just listening to the sound has a unique rhythm, like breathing, and then looking at the sword embryo, it also disappears in the hammer, echoing each other from a distance."

Not long after, an artifact master couldn't help but say.

Others looked suspicious, and they clearly felt the situation.

Amidst the sparks, every hammer blow has a mysterious and indescribable rhythm, and under the constant hammering, the originally rough sword embryo quietly shrinks, solidifies, and changes...

"Could it be that this kid really masters a unique secret sword technique?"

The same thought appeared in the minds of these forge masters, and their expressions became much more serious.

Originally, they were angry at Su Yi's arrogance, and they had prepared their words. They planned to teach Su Yi a good lesson after Su Yi failed to practice swords, so that he would know what it means to specialize in the arts and what it means to be over-the-top. the price paid.

But now...

No one dared to think so.

As an old man who has been casting swords all the year round, how can they not see that Su Yi's sword casting techniques are obviously extraordinary and comparable?

"Look, look!"

Huang Qianjun cried out in excitement, "I knew that as soon as Brother Su made a move, he would be able to subdue these old guys with eyes above the top."

Those guys at Xinghuang Medical Center are a lesson in the past!

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

But seeing this completely bald master swordsmith, at this moment, he was as stunned as a clay sculpture, his eyes fixed on Su Yi's movements, his dark cheeks were changing, and his chest was ups and downs.

Obviously emotional!

"Haha, hahaha, is the grumpy old prostitute Wang Lao also stunned?"

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

Over the years, he has never seen Wang Tianyang so complacent!

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

A long time—

Chong!

A wisp of Qingyue's sword chant resounded in the room.

Listening to everyone's ears, it is like a cold sound of nature, and the whole body is jolted, and they are all sober from the chaotic thoughts.

Even Huang Qianjun's mind and eyes were attracted.

See you—

Su Yi held a black long sword two feet seven inches long and three fingers wide.

Although this sword is black, it has an ethereal and translucent texture, like a vast night.

As Su Yi's wrist turned, the black surface of the sword would occasionally flash with a faint purple luster, adding a touch of illusory meaning.

Full of spirituality.

"This..."

All the artificer masters were moved, showing the color of obsession and fiery, what a good sword of spiritual nature!

When faced with this sword, their proud hearts have been quietly subdued.

"This sword is anything but ordinary!"

Huang Qianjun's heart was beating violently. When his eyes looked at this sword, he felt like he was being stabbed. How could he not know the extraordinaryness of this sword?

Om!

At this time, Su Yi's index finger tapped lightly, and the sword suddenly burst into a purple light, humming like a low thunder, rolling around the room.

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

Although this sword is not a spiritual weapon, it can be blended with purple-patterned red gold to give the sword a touch of spirituality~IndoMTL.com~ This sword is also far beyond the sword in the ordinary sense, between the ordinary and the spiritual. between!

"You... what kind of swords do you use?"

At this time, Wang Tianyang, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.

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

Wang Tianyang was shocked, his eyes widened, seemingly unbelievable.

After that, his face changed violently.

Until the end—

Under the shocked gazes of everyone, the famous swordsmith of Guangling City showed a look of extreme shame.

He bowed deeply and bowed his head:

"Young Master's method is ingenious, and Wang is worshipped!"

"Young Master's heart is bright and beautiful, and Wang also worships!"

There was a sound, and the room was silent.

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ps: The first chapter will be updated early, and the second chapter will be updated around 4 pm.

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