Xu Wanli has never been so engrossed in forging in his life, not only because he is grateful and flattering Zuo Wuzhou, but also because the forging method Zuo Wuzhou taught him is a very weird and seemingly magical method.
"It's really weird and magical." He thought, because he could vaguely feel that the material was undergoing some subtle changes.
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Dozens of people at the Xu family's forge were servicing this knife. Seeing Zuo Wuzhou and Xu Gaocheng coming hand in hand, they showed admiration. Xu Laosan could only think of the past year and a half, and thought to himself: It's a good thing he is the young master.
A wise eye recognizes a hero, otherwise the old Xu family will be doomed.
Who knew that the young man in black who had always seemed cold and unsociable for the past year and a half could be so powerful. Now he no longer thinks that Zuo Wuzhou is cold and unsociable. The Great Master is originally aloof, and he and the Great Master have traveled together many times.
This was enough experience for him to show off in the future.
"Uncle Xu, it's time to start." Zuo Wuzhou smiled.
Xu Wanli sighed, they are all great masters, why are their attitudes so different? He shouted: "Everyone is ready, let's start."
The roar of the furnace fire and the banging of the hammer merge together to write the prelude to the birth of a precious sword.
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"I don't know if it can be done." Zuo Wuzhou never felt anxious about anything. This time, a very rare emotion appeared, and it was quickly dismissed.
He combined Zhong Ziyu's refining method with the soul cultivation method, and blended it into the magical forging method he now taught Xu Wanli. This "sword embryo" has been used by him every day for several days using his method.
It is constantly nourished by the power of the soul, especially the power of the life soul, and senses every characteristic.
"Well, I have only scratched the surface of Senior Zhong's refining method. It seems that this second step can only be carried out when the long sword is formed." Zuo Wuzhou thought deeply: "The essence and blood make the sword connected to my flesh and blood.
, the key lies in whether the soul can be integrated into the sword."
While thinking, time flew by. Finally, Xu Wanli shouted tiredly: "Nephew Zuo, it's your turn!"
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Zuo Wuzhou became energetic and leaned forward, staring at the sword that was gradually taking shape. After concentrating for a while, he took out a large number of soul-suppressing stones, quietly aroused the souls in them, and sent them to the sword.
Xu Wanli and others all opened their eyes wide. This was undoubtedly an unheard-of forging method. Regardless of whether the secret could be obtained or not, it was a great happiness to see the realization of this method with one's own eyes.
"This is the second step. As long as it can be done, the chance of success is relatively high." Zuo Wuzhou continued to guide the souls, leading the souls one after another to the sword: "Add more fire!"
Xu Gaocheng remained silent, carefully took out a bag of powder made from extremely hot charcoal, dug a little with his fingernail and sprinkled it into the fire! With a whoosh, the temperature surged several times.
Dozens and hundreds of souls were quickly guided out and led to the sword. Xu Wanli gradually paid attention and gradually became disappointed: "It seems that it didn't succeed."
"No, this is not important at the moment." Zuo Wuzhou concentrated on it and thought in his heart: "If you use the power of the soul to temper it, you can melt the next soul at this time. At least it can be filled with the breath of the soul.
Being able to fuse a soul later is the key."
Hundreds of souls, all wasted. These hundreds of souls possess all five elements.
His middle soul aperture forms the "Five Elements Heaven and Earth" by itself. Naturally, as a weapon in the future, the sword must also have the power of the Five Elements, or at least be able to exert the power of the Five Elements.
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In the blink of an eye, the sword was emitting white gas in the spiritual spring. After several times of tempering, Xu Wanli finally took the final step that Zuo Wuzhou had not mentioned.
Zuo Wuzhou's expression was solemn, and his fingertips penetrated his heart, forcing out nine drops of essence and blood. The gray-black sword trembled slightly as it dripped from the tip of the knife, and was stained as bright red as the sunset by the nine drops of essence and blood.
Xu Wanli and others didn't take it seriously at first. After waiting for a while, they saw that the sword was trembling on its own in the furnace, and the buzzing sound became more and more intense, as if the sword had a spirit.
Zuo Wuzhou was pleasantly surprised, and he stroked the blade gently and delicately. The trembling of the blade gradually became deeper and stopped, and the gray-black sword instantly contained a layer of bright red blood-like color, which became thicker and stronger.
Until the end, the blade looks like a knife made of blood, with the blood flowing endlessly.
Zuo Wuzhou rubbed the blade with his comfortable fingertips, and vaguely felt a joy coming from the sword. He was overjoyed: "Only the last step is missing!"
Melt the soul!
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He took out two ninth-grade souls and introduced the souls into the sword again. What surprised him was that as soon as the ninth-grade souls came into contact with the sword, they shattered like bubbles.
Instead, the ninth-grade soul blended into the blood silently. With Zuo Wuzhou Soul Martial Lord's realm of induction, he could clearly sense that the power of the ninth-grade soul was already covering every part of the blade.
,omnipresent.
The sword gave him a feeling of infinite excitement, just like a child, as if he suddenly changed from an object to a living being.
"That's it now!" Zuo Wuzhou wished he could laugh loudly to vent his anger.
He leisurely clicked the tip of the knife and activated his soul power with his finger. In an instant, the tip of the knife pointed upward, and the flowing blood rose silently into the sky, like a shocking rainbow that broke through the sky, shot straight into the nine-night sky, and lingered for a long time.
Then, the remaining blood quietly gathered in the blade, revealing the true gray-black luster of the sword.
When Zuo Wuzhou held the knife, he could vaguely feel the connection between flesh and blood. Although it was not strong, it was real.
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Xu Wanli and others were so excited that their faces turned red: "The magic sword, the magic sword has come to the world! I never thought that I, Xu Wanli, would one day forge the magic sword!"
"This knife weighs thirty-three kilograms and has a blade of ninety-three feet and three feet. My nephew, Zuo Shi, please name it."
Zuo Wuzhou stared at the knife. This knife was made by Xu Wanli based on his general requirements. The blade has dense overlapping patterns, the blood groove is dark red, and it has a gray-black luster. The blade is wide, the back is slightly curved, and the tip is sharp and protruding. The tip is the sharpest point.
It is wide and has a long handle, so the knife can be held with both hands.
After pondering for a moment, Zuo Wuzhou spoke sonorously: "The name of the sword is 'Shijin'!"
Xu Wanli and Xu Gaocheng were stunned, Zuo Wuzhou explained indifferently: "The road of soul cultivation is endless, nine is the number of extremes, the number of extremes plus one is ten, and ten is the end. The end is also the end, and those who are determined will do it. So.
For 'Ten Ends'."
Xu Wanli and Xu Gaocheng were dumbfounded. No wonder Zuo Wuzhou was a Soul Martial Master at such a young age. He was thinking about cultivation all the time. If such a determined person could not succeed, who else in the world could succeed.
After thinking for a moment, Zuo Wuzhou said in a deep voice: "This sword does not need to be sharpened."
Xu Gaocheng couldn't help but said: "That's why. If the blade is not sharp, how can it kill the enemy?"
"Hardness cannot be sustained, sharpness cannot last long." Zuo Wuzhou patted his back and chuckled: "It is the people who kill, it is the heart, not the sharpness."
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Dark clouds covered the sky and the sun. Xu Laosan muttered: "Is the sky going to change?"
Everyone stared at the newly released "Shiji" from far or near, with admiration and envy in their eyes. Xu Wanli was rarely excited and proud, and Xu Gaocheng looked at the unedged blade with regret: "Wuzhou, you
What's wrong?"
Zuo Wuzhou suddenly felt something in his heart. He turned his head and looked somewhere, his eyes condensed: "Someone is coming."
"People? Who?" Zuo Wuzhou's expression startled Xu Gaocheng: "There is no one."
"Yes. It's just that you can't see it." Zuo Wuzhou's eyes flashed with a hint of steel-like color. From his heart, the spirit of the Soul Martial Lord was released spontaneously, making the others breathless and horrified.
"The original tyrant is here!" Zuo Wuzhou's figure moved, and lightning shot out like wind and thunder.
The expressions of Xu Wanli and others all changed drastically, and their faces turned pale. Looking at the young Zuo Wuzhou, thinking about the reputation of the original tyrant, their hearts trembled. Xu Gaocheng rushed to follow without hesitation: "I'm going too!"
There was chaos in the forging ground, and Xu Wanli gritted his teeth and followed suit.
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Outside the governor's house, Zuo Wuzhou fell down like a steel body with great force, and the ground cracked like spider patterns.