The young sect master asked in confusion: "Dad, what are they going to do?"
Konggu Wenchao narrowed his eyes coldly and said gloomily: "On the sword-making platform, of course you have to forge swords. It's strange, why is Long Yi also on the sword-making platform?"
Just when everyone was confused, the swordsmith was also saying to Ye Fan: "This sword-making platform is connected to the spring of fire in Huoming Valley, and it is also the best place to make weapons."
"No matter how hard the instrument is, it can be melted and tempered here, and the Fire God Sword has been tempered for thousands of times. Unless one has a cultivation level that exceeds the Nascent Soul Realm, it cannot activate the earth fire and cannot continue to build it!"
Ye Fan nodded, already knowing in his heart that he was now in the Mysterious Thunder Realm, how difficult could it be for a mere Nascent Soul Realm?
Thinking of this, Ye Fan suddenly stretched out his hand.
Thunder exploded in the sky, and a red blood shadow appeared in Ye Fan's hand.
When everyone saw this bloody shadow, they were shocked and dumbfounded.
Isn't this the legendary Vulcan Sword?
It is the first divine sword in the wilderness that was forged by a swordsmith who spent hundreds of years of hard work.
But this divine sword actually fell into Ye Fan's hands.
The young sect leader suddenly felt a feeling of despair.
Didn't they come here for the Vulcan Sword?
Once you get the Vulcan Sword, you can fight Lingxiao Tower with absolute certainty, and you can even destroy Lingxiao Tower.
But now, the Vulcan Sword already has an owner.
Is it God's intention to play tricks on the Konggu Sect like this?
Next to him, Kong Gu Wenchao also had a look of anger on his face.
No wonder the swordsmith was so indifferent to him and didn't even pay attention to high-grade spiritual stones. It turned out that Long Yi had already got there first.
But with the Fire God Sword in Long Yi's hands, they had absolutely no confidence that they would be able to get it.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Konggu Wenchao felt a burning sensation in his heart, spit out a mouthful of blood, and almost fainted.
Everyone hurriedly helped him, but Konggu Wenchao pushed everyone away, jumped directly to the sword-making platform, and shouted unwillingly: "Why? Why should the Vulcan Sword be given to this slave? Why?"
The swordsmith and Ye Fan turned around at the same time. The swordsmith snorted and said proudly: "It's very simple. Only people with high moral standards and advanced cultivation can control the Vulcan Sword."
"And you just want to use the Vulcan Sword to take revenge and create a river of blood. Your virtue is not worthy of holding the Vulcan Sword. Even if the Vulcan Sword is given to you, it will be nothing more than a useless sword in your hands.
That’s all!”
Konggu Wenchao was so angry that his hair exploded.
"My Kong Gu Sect was once the number one sect in the Wild Continent, and we have made countless contributions to the Wild Continent. Isn't this enough to win the Fire God Sword?"
"You stopped me in every possible way, isn't it because that slave gave you more benefits? What kind of bullshit is the world's best swordsmith? He's just a deceitful person who steals his reputation!"
The swordsmith's anger suddenly arose, and he shouted angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, get out of my way!"
Touched by anger, the swordsmith burst out with divine power.
Among the flying sand and rocks, Kong Gu Wenchao flew out directly and fell heavily at the feet of the young sect leader.
"father!"
The young sect leader hurriedly helped Konggu Wenchao up, turned around and cursed through gritted teeth: "Okay, okay, okay, just wait for me, even without the Vulcan Sword, we can still become the number one sect in the Wild Continent.
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"When the time comes, I will definitely level the Fire Valley to avenge today's humiliation. Let's go!"
After that, he picked up the unconscious Konggu Wenchao, took his disciples, and left in dejection.
The swordsmith, Ye Fan, Han Ling Hua Luo didn't feel anything at all.
With the strength of that young sect master, it is simply a dream to conquer Huoming Valley.
Seeing that they were like lost dogs now, Ye Fan didn't bother to argue with them, turned around and asked carefully: "Senior, what should we do now?"
The swordsmith pointed to the giant hammer at his feet and said with a smile: "This giant hammer weighs two thousand kilograms. After you can swing it, use your spiritual energy to open the earth fire, and you can naturally start to hammer it!"
Ye Fan ignored the two thousand kilogram giant hammer and picked it up casually.
The swordsmith saw it and was delighted in his heart.
This tempering hammer has been with me for hundreds of years. 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 then burst out with the power of the Black Emperor and injected it into the furnace of the sword-making platform.
In an instant, flames two feet high roared out of the furnace, which was extremely hot.
Under the instructions of the swordsmith, Ye Fan inserted the Vulcan Sword into the furnace.
With his own consciousness fused with the sword spirit, Ye Fan could clearly see the rough spots on the Vulcan sword.
If it were not tempered here, the Vulcan Sword would look perfect to anyone.
But when I put it in the stove, I discovered that there were so many flaws.
The swordsmith looked at the unrestrained flames in the furnace and felt ashamed in his heart.
Thinking about it, I have been making weapons in Huoming Valley for hundreds of years, but I have never inspired such pure flames.
Ye Fan is just a young man, but he has such a level of cultivation. He is really ashamed.
Thinking of this, the swordsmith vented all the excitement and excitement in his heart in a shout.
"Hard work from heaven and earth, use a giant hammer to knock off all the roughness, let's get started!"
Ye Fan didn't hesitate, he picked up the giant hammer and hit the Vulcan Sword one after another.
I thought that tempering the sword was not very complicated, but after hundreds of hammerings, the roughness of the Vulcan Sword only changed slightly.
No wonder it took swordsmiths hundreds of years to create a divine sword. It was really not easy.
Ye Fan also made a calculation.
If the Vulcan Sword was made into a Taoist weapon, it would be impossible to do it in a short time.
Moreover, it consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Considering my own cultivation level, it is still possible to make it into a Taoist weapon, but the spiritual energy must be replenished at any time.
The sound of beating resounded throughout the valley until evening. A trace of sweat oozed from Ye Fan's forehead, and the tempering was only one percent complete.
The swordsmith looked at the sky and reminded: "That's it for today. The Vulcan Sword is the Sword of the Sun. It doesn't like to be forged late at night. We will continue tomorrow!"
Ye Fan put down the giant hammer and felt that his arms were extremely relaxed.
Making weapons seems to be a kind of exercise.
The Vulcan Sword returned to his arm, and the fire in the furnace gradually became softer.
At this time, Hanling Hualuo brought food and water.
Ye Fan was very surprised. They had already drank all the water they brought. Where did this water come from?
The swordsmith smiled and explained: "Behind the Huoming Valley, there is a spring water, which is extremely sweet!"
Ye Fan then took a sip, it was indeed very good.
But Han Ling Hua Luo gave her food to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan saw this move in his eyes and understood it in his heart.