Pang Zijian listened to Yu Bingru's questioning, but he said coldly: "Our sect and the Sword Mastery Hall have always been close neighbors. If you want to try it out, you can visit us at any time. Miss Yu, after all, you are a guest from afar. Pang today
I won’t steal the limelight from you.”
His words not only hinted at the difference between familiarity and distance, but also pretended to be generous. Yu Bingru thought that this guy was also cunning, and then she smiled slightly and said: "Brother Pang is so noble and upright, I really admire you, so I have no choice but to be disrespectful."
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After saying this, she walked forward calmly, pulled out the sword from the sword pouch behind her and placed it on the anvil. Then she gathered her skirt and said politely: "Junior, the name of this sword is 'Bing Xin'. It is the name of my master Chiyang Dao."
Forged by the elder himself, I sincerely ask Mr. Xing to test it."
Everyone had previously witnessed all kinds of weapons being destroyed one after another by the Death Star Divine Hammer and the True Fire of Samadhi. This time, no one dared to step forward to participate in the trial. But at this moment, Yu Bing appeared like a sudden force, and everyone couldn't help but feel something in their hearts again.
murmured.
Firstly, Yu Bingru represents the Kunlun sect, the leader of the Western Wulin. Secondly, her mentor Chi Yangzi is also a well-known top caster in the martial arts. Thirdly, Xing Zhenliang has long been willing to build a magic weapon for her.
It seems that she is indeed very likely to be the first person to pass the trial today.
Xing Zhenliang naturally knew what everyone was thinking, and said calmly during his meditation: "Miss Yu's sword was seen by me last year, but after that, the master was ordered to use Kunlun Black Iron Essence to strike, so naturally it cannot be the same as before.
And he said it."
Yu Bingru nodded and said: "What Mr.
Stay high and far, cut through thorns and thorns with unparalleled sharpness, and sweep away the evil spirits in the world."
Although Xing Zhenliang deliberately restrained himself, he still couldn't help but said with admiration: "Miss Yu is a woman who is not inferior to men, and the master is also well versed in teaching students according to their aptitude. It is indeed the envy of this old man, but today's trial will not be biased."
, is Miss Yu worried that this sword will be destroyed in the hands of an old man?"
Yu Bingru bowed his head and said respectfully: "A total of one hundred and eight kilograms of black iron are cast on this sword. This junior thinks that it will be difficult to control such a heavy sword. Moreover, before leaving, my master also hinted that the birthday gift has been brought to this junior.
Therefore, I boldly speculate that this sword must be broken and then re-established before it can restore its original appearance."
Xing Zhenliang stroked his beard and smiled and said: "So that's it. Your Majesty, this is the old man who came to take the exam. Ha... As the saying goes, 'We are enemies when we are in the same profession.' I am not deceiving you."
When Yu Bingru heard this, she said in fear: "Mr.
Xing Zhenliang waved his hand and said: "Miss Yu, there is no need to explain, I know it well, so let's try your master's work in public."
Yu Bingru did not dare to say anything anymore, so she could only stand by silently. Everyone also heard a hint of gunpowder from Xing Zhenliang's mouth, and they were all looking forward to this trial.
Xing Zhenliang's eagle eyes were focused, and he carefully observed the Bingxin Sword repeatedly. Mu Yun couldn't help muttering when he saw this, and whispered to Xiao Lei: "Xiao Lei, do you think Mr. Xing will be really merciless?
Ah Bing’s sword was also broken on the spot?”
Xiao Lei pondered and said: "If it hadn't been for the explanation just given by the Iron Masked Girl, I guess Mr.
I’m young.”
Mu Yun sighed and said, "Although Ah Bing's explanation just now is very clear and logical, if the sword is really destroyed here, she will definitely not feel well."
Xiao Lei curled his lips and said, "You have to bear with it even if it's not good. Why did her master, Taoist Chiyang, insist on doing this? It's clear that he wants to challenge Mr. Xing."
Mu Yun's heart moved and he said tentatively: "Xiao Lei, you mean Chi Yang... On the surface, the uncle gave Kunlun Black Iron Essence as a gift, but in fact he was deliberately testing to see if Mr. Xing had peeled off the Kunlun Black Iron Essence from the Bingxin Sword.
What can Tie Jing do?"
Xiao Lei hummed and said: "Listening to what the Iron Masked Girl and Mr.
Today, I just have a chance to see the talent that all the masters dream of."
Mu Yun secretly thought that you, a little guy, just wanted to watch the excitement and it was not a big deal, but he also felt a little bit hopeful.
At this time, Xing Zhenliang's eyes were sharp, he raised the Death Star Divine Hammer high, and struck hard with the hammer half a foot away from the tip of Bing Xin Sword.
Mu Yun's heart suddenly rose to his throat, and then he heard a familiar buzzing sound, but it was a bit duller than the previous one.
Everyone suddenly felt a pain in their eardrums and couldn't help but retreat back, with expressions of surprise on their faces. Where hundreds of eyes gathered, they saw that the Bingxin Sword on the anvil was still dark and motionless.
Yu Bingru suppressed the anxiety in his heart, held the hilt of the sword and held a sword flower in his hand. The shining black light immediately poured into the audience, and his serious posture almost made people dare not look at him. Everyone also had an early impression of the Kunlun Black Iron Essence's special properties.
Hearing it, seeing it now, he couldn't help but secretly praise it.
Xing Zhenliang also had a look of admiration on his face, nodded slowly and said: "Yes, Miss Yu has a profound knowledge of blacksmithing, which really makes me heartbroken. Let's try this Samadhi True Fire again."
Yu Bingru followed the instructions and put the sword back on the anvil. Xing Zhenliang picked up the sword hilt with tongs and put it firmly into the furnace.
Immediately, he retracted his arm, and the Bingxin Sword also showed no damage after being calcined. Instead, it even showed a darker luster.
Everyone was stunned and immediately cheered. Mu Yun was even more excited. While cheering loudly, he said with a smile: "Xiao Lei, you guessed wrong again this time. After all, our Kunlun sect's weapons are the most powerful."
Heroes, ha..."
There was a faint blush on Xiao Lei's face, and he muttered with a curl of his mouth: "It seems that you Kunlun Black Iron Spirits do have some evil skills. Even a great expert like Mr.
Face, I’m afraid only you can do this kind of thing.”
Mu Yun was startled when he heard this, but Yu Bingru who was present had already thought of this. He bowed deeply and said, "Mr.
This is indeed a sincere birthday wish, and it’s all my fault that I made such assumptions, which was definitely not my master’s original intention.”
Xing Zhenliang laughed and said: "Miss Yu, do you think that I am a coward? It doesn't matter. I haven't given up yet. Even if I really can't do as much as my master, I can only be sincerely happy. After all, striving for excellence is the only way.
It is something that people of my comrades would like to see."
After hearing this, everyone admired the old man's broad-mindedness, and Xing Zhenliang could see that he was full of high spirits. He turned to Uncle Feng behind him and ordered: "Old Feng, go hurry up the girl Ying and dress me up as soon as possible, and then go again."