At this moment, Duan Fengyun was lying leisurely on his boss's chair. When the servant came to report that Yin Zhong was going to start forging swords, he immediately stood up from the chair with a big smile.
"Tell the mistress that I'm going to the Men's Sword Forging Workshop and I'll be back in a while."
After Duan Fengyun finished explaining, he went directly to the Men's Sword Forging Workshop.
At this moment, the old man who was drinking at a friend's house suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart. He felt that something precious was about to leave him.
Apart from his daughter Men Jianqiu, the most precious thing that Old Man Men has is his thousand-year-old cold iron.
No matter who gets into trouble between these two, the old man will cry bitterly for the rest of his life.
So the old man immediately stopped his glass and said:
"Brother, I'm really sorry.
It suddenly occurred to me that a large number of swords at home have not been cast yet, and Boss Qin of Ririsheng Guild has been urging them.
I have to rush back to make the sword, and we’ll have this drink next time.”
Without waiting for the host's consent, the old man stood up and left in a panic.
The friend shook his head and said:
"How come this great person has always had this kind of virtue all his life?
Hey, that’s all, I’ll enjoy this beautiful wine slowly by myself.”
Duan Fengyun, who arrived at the Men's sword-making workshop first, strode into the sword-making furnace, while Men Jianqiu, Yin Zhong and Dazhu stood in front of the sword-making furnace with expectant faces.
In the blazing sword-forging furnace, the thousand-year-old cold iron is being burned at high temperatures.
Looking at the thousand-year-old cold iron that remained motionless, Yin Zhong also said a little unbelievingly:
"Boss Qin, can I really melt this piece of thousand-year-old cold iron and forge it into a peerless magic weapon?
So much time has passed, but this piece of divine iron has not changed at all."
Duan Fengyun lowered his head and glanced at the sword-making furnace. As expected, the thousand-year-old cold iron inside had not changed.
Duan Fengyun is now constantly recalling the scene in the original drama where Yin Zhong melted thousands of years of cold iron to forge the Netherworld Sword.
He remembered that it was Yin Zhong who made the sword. Later, Tong Bo came and Yin Zhong was forced to hold the magic iron in his hand. Finally, Tong Bo found out and threw the magic iron into the sword-making furnace, and at this time, the thousand-year-old cold iron began to melt.
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At that time, the thousand-year-old cold iron was contaminated with Yin Zhong's flesh and blood, and only began to melt after receiving Yin Zhong's demonic power.
Therefore, if you want to refine Millennium Cold Iron, you must use Yin Zhong to sacrifice his blood for him.
Duan Fengyun thought for a while and said:
"Legend has it that before every magical weapon is born, its swordsmith will take blood to make it sharp and make it spiritual.
Silly man, why don't you give it a try, drop some blood on the thousand-year-old cold iron, and see if there will be any changes after the blood is poured out!"
After hearing this, Yin Zhong directly picked up the dagger beside him, looked at the thousand-year-old cold iron in the sword-making furnace, and then thought of his marriage to Men Jianqiu, Yin Zhong resolutely cut the dagger to his wrist.
Just when he was about to cut his wrist, Duan Fengyun knocked the dagger away and said:
"Silly man, you are such a silly man.
I just asked you to drip some blood, and I didn’t ask you to cut your wrists, so you won’t need so much blood.”
After hearing this, Yin Zhong touched his head in embarrassment and said:
"Thank you, Boss Qin, for reminding me. I am stupid."
Yin Zhong picked up the dagger again, then cut his finger directly with the knife, then pointed it at the thousand-year-old iron and dripped blood on it.
At this time, something strange finally happened. The thousand-year cold iron swallowed Yin Zhong's blood directly, leaving no trace.
Just when everyone was looking forward to it, the old man ran in in a panic and shouted:
"What are you doing?
Are you secretly doing something with my Millennium Iron?
If you put it down for me and break it, I will kill you."
The old man angrily walked to the sword-forging furnace and looked at the thousand-year-old cold iron that was being continuously calcined in the sword-making furnace. When he picked up the tool and was about to pick up the thousand-year-old cold iron, a scene that surprised him appeared. He had never been seen before.
The red-hot thousand-year-old cold iron actually turned red all over. The old man covered his mouth and said in disbelief:
"What did you do to Millennium Cold Iron?
Why is it starting to melt?"
Duan Fengyun couldn't explain his arrival and shouted to Yin Zhong:
"Silly man, what are you waiting for? The time has come to forge a sword."
"oh!"
Yin Zhong skillfully took out the red-hot Millennium Cold Iron and began to cast it.
After reacting, the old man pushed away Dazhu who was about to come forward to help and said:
"You go and cool off on the side, and I'll help the stupid guy.
Silly man, you must not let down this piece of thousand-year-old cold iron. If there is any trouble, I will not agree to your marriage with Jianqiu even if I die."
After saying that, the old man directly fixed the thousand-year-old cold iron with force. Yin Zhong knew that this was a critical moment, so without saying much, he raised the forging hammer and began to hammer the thousand-year-old cold iron.
"Dong dong dong!"
A sound of hitting echoed in several people's ears, and the appearance of the sword gradually became the same as the Netherworld Sword in Duan Fengyun's memory.
It seems that the peerless demonic weapon Nether Sword is about to appear.
After undergoing the last tempering process, the Netherworld Sword finally took shape.
Yin Zhong, who had spent all his strength and energy, collapsed on the ground from exhaustion.
The old man looked at the divine sword lying quietly on the table. He walked forward excitedly and raised the sword.
The old man raised his sword and swung it down at the hammer next to him, but the hammer didn't move at all.
The old man stared at the sword in his hand, threw it to the ground, and said with a look of disgust:
"I have been looking forward to the divine iron for so long in vain. I didn't expect that it turned out to be a piece of scrap metal.
Pooh!"
After the old man scolded him, he didn't forget to step on the sword. He was really disappointed.
Yin Zhong stood up from the ground, picked up the sword that was thrown on the ground by the old man, and looked up and down. This sword was a sword that Yin Zhong spent all his energy to build, and because he sacrificed his blood to fight for the magic iron, he and this sword
The sword seems to have some kind of connection now.
Yin Zhong looked at Men Jianqiu, raised his sword and said with a big smile:
"Jianqiu, I forged this sword for you.
I want to dedicate this sword to you."
After Yin Zhong finished speaking, the sky began to thunder and lightning, but Men Jianqiu, who was smiling, began to feel extremely uneasy inside.
"Boom boom boom!"
A bolt of red lightning struck directly on the sword. After being hit by the lightning, the sword kept shaking in Yin Zhong's hand, trying to fly out.
Yin Zhong used all his strength to hold it.
Men Jianqiu suddenly collapsed on the ground. Fortunately, the old man reacted in time and held Men Jianqiu back.
"My dear daughter, what's wrong with you?
Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
Men Jianqiu shook his head and replied:
"It's nothing, I just felt very cold suddenly, it must be late at night.
Dad, let me go, let me go and see that stupid guy, wasn't he just hit by lightning?"
The old man Men looked at Men Jianqiu with an expression of hatred that steel could not be made into steel. This girl didn't even take care of herself first before she went to see that stupid big man.
Men Jianqiu helped Yin Zhong who was lying on the ground and asked:
"Silly man, how are you? Have you been struck by lightning?"
Yin Zhong shook his head and said:
"No, Jianqiu.
Look, the sword I made for you."
At this time, the word "Netherworld" had appeared on the hilt of the sword, and Men Jianqiu murmured:
"Netherworld Sword!"
"The Netherworld Sword, isn't that the sword from hell?"
Dazhu said.
Men Jianqiu rolled his eyes at Dazhu, then smiled at Yin Zhong and said:
"Silly man, thank you. I like this sword very much."
Duan Fengyun, who had been an audience member for a long time, finally spoke:
"Silly man, can you show me this Netherworld Sword?"
"Boss Qin, give it!"
Men Jianqiu handed the Nether Sword to Duan Fengyun.
After Duan Fengyun took the Netherworld Sword, he felt a chill coming from him.
The Netherworld Sword had a murderous intent on it, and the evil spirit kept attacking Duan Fengyun's head.
However, Duan Fengyun's current spiritual consciousness easily suppressed this murderous intention.
Duan Fengyun sighed in his heart:
"It is indeed a peerless magic weapon. The evil spirit and murderous intent in it are actually more ferocious than the original Duel Sword."
Duan Fengyun looked at the big tree outside the sword furnace, stepped forward and swung his sword down. With this sword, Duan Fengyun did not use his cultivation at all, but directly used the power of the Netherworld Sword.
The big tree was not cut off by its roots as Duan Fengyun had guessed, but was directly torn apart and exploded from the middle.
After hearing the sound coming from outside the house, Old Man Men and others ran out and saw the big tree that had been blown apart. Old Man Men asked with a surprised look on his face:
"Boss Qin, this...is this the power of the Netherworld Sword?"
Duan Fengyun nodded and said:
"Yes, it was exactly the power of the Netherworld Sword just now.
Master Men, it seems that this stupid guy has refined a peerless magic weapon.
There is a successor to your sword-making workshop."
After saying this, Duan Fengyun did not forget to wink at Men Jianqiu and Yin Zhong. The two men, who understood what Duan Fengyun meant, gave Duan Fengyun a look of thanks.
Now the Netherworld Sword cannot be placed in the Men's Sword Forging Workshop for the time being, otherwise something will definitely happen.
So Duan Fengyun opened his mouth and said:
"Master Men, can you let me play with this sword for a few days and let me see the power of this peerless weapon?
I know that this divine sword will definitely be your family’s treasure from now on, so I won’t take away from others, I will just use it to watch it for a few days.”
The old man pretended not to care and said:
"Boss Qin, just take it.
If you have such a big family business here, are we still worried about you running away with a sword?
When you're done playing, Boss Qin, just bring it back to us."
Duan Fengyun smiled, took out the five thousand taels of silver notes that he had prepared, handed them to Yin Zhong and said:
"Silly man, this is your reward.
I said before that as long as you refine a peerless magic weapon and let me witness this great moment, I will give you a huge reward.
Now that you have done it, I am very satisfied with it. This is the corresponding reward, please accept it."
After saying that, Duan Fengyun winked at Men Jianqiu and asked her to remind the stupid guy to accept it.
Yin Zhong froze on the spot, and when he was about to refuse, Men Jianqiu stopped him.
Men Jianqiu said:
"Silly man, please accept it quickly.
This is Boss Qin's reward for you. If you don't accept it, you will be looking down on Boss Qin."
Seeing this, Yin Zhong had no choice but to accept the banknote and said gratefully:
"Thank you, Boss Qin!"
Of course he understood the reason why Duan Fengyun gave him the money, so he was very grateful.
Duan Fengyun found a scabbard, inserted the Nether Sword into it and said:
"Everyone, I will go back first. If you want to find me to get the Netherworld Sword, you can come to my house to find me at any time."
After saying that, Duan Fengyun took the sword and left. The domineering figure of each person with one sword did not disappear in front of several people for a long time.
Dazhu murmured:
"Boss Qin's aura changed instantly when he took the sword. He must have been a very powerful swordsman before!"
The old man rolled his eyes at Dazhu and told him not to guess the identity of others.