Fan Yezi submitted.

It's not because the rice tastes great, it's because of the weapons.

As an expert in casting, I can tell that the workmanship of Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword is completely impeccable. Even if I were to refine it myself, I might not be able to reach this level!

Master!

Absolute master!

However, this is only 20% of the secrets left by general Mo Xie!

Fan Yezi was completely shocked and completely deceived!

If you learn the secrets of that couple, you will definitely make a qualitative leap in your casting skills!

Although Fan Yezi is highly regarded as the number one casting master today, he never believed that he had reached the pinnacle of casting, and always had the heart of an apprentice.

In fact, Gou Sheng took out a lot of weapons.

Just relying on the first-grade Hanfeng Sword and cooperating with his own deception can make Master Fan surrender.

Therefore, it is not scary to have backbone, but to be afraid of prescribing the right medicine!

"Crunch!"

The cell opened and warm sunlight streamed in.

Under the eyes of Dai Lu, Zhao Doudou and Mr. Yuan, Fan Yezi was the first to leave the cell, the last to enter, and the fastest to be released from prison.

"Three."

He stopped in front of the cell door and said: "Being a prison inmate is considered fate. We will meet again in the future!"

"..."

Dai Lu's eyes flashed with anger.

I don’t have any spineless inmates like you! Goodbye, never again!

Zhao Doudou looked envious, thinking to himself that if Sect Master Jun took the initiative to recruit him, he would definitely not hesitate to agree!

…

that day.

Fan Yezi became the master of the foundry hall.

Then, the shock began, because many ordinary outer disciples of the sect were equipped with Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword!

"Oh My God!"

"These weapons are all exactly the same in workmanship, as if they were printed from the same mold!"

Fan Yezi wandered around the sect at will. Every time he met a disciple, every time he evaluated weapons, the expression on his face kept changing.

certainly.

The so-called casting refers not only to weapons, but also to equipment and protective gear.

The inner disciples were wearing true Yang suits and were sparring in the martial arts field. The fight was getting fierce. Master Fan suddenly rushed in and stuck in front of the disciples. He stroked his hands back and forth. He was shocked and said: "Perfect! So perfect.

Got it!"

In the following time, the disciples of Wangu Sect were very depressed.

Because if you don't pay attention, Hall Master Fan will appear in front of you and frantically caress your weapons and equipment with the palm of your love, to the point of being intoxicated!

"Ah!"

In the hut, a male disciple who was practicing tuba ran out with his pants lifted, broke down and yelled: "Why is he here!"

Fan Yezi's obsession with casting drove him crazy, and he would feel deeply ashamed every time he reviewed the equipment of the Wangu Sect.

but.

After several days of research on the equipped weapon, he discovered a flaw.

"metropolitan."

In the main hall, Fan Yezi said in a deep tone: "Although the equipment you forged is perfect, after observing it for the past few days, I still find something is missing."

"What's missing?"

"Lack of..." Fan Yezi paused for a moment and said solemnly: "Soul!"

Jun Changxiao looked startled.

Fan Yezi said: "Every weapon is inseparable from the forger's hard work, so after it is gathered and formed, there will be a soul, but Fan can't feel the existence of soul from the equipment forged by the sect master."

"Although the Cold Edge Sword and the Cold Light Sword are absolutely superior among the same quality, it still has flaws because it lacks a trace of soul."

"certainly."

"This flaw is not fatal."

"But if you are someone who really has a special affection for the weapon, because it has no soul, it will affect its use and even prevent it from being used at its best."

Weapons and equipment such as the Hanfeng Sword and the Hanmang Sword are all produced in the Forging Pavilion, and their quality and workmanship are impeccable. However, after all, they are similar to machine production and have not been tempered by the forger. They indeed lack soul infusion.

To put it bluntly.

There is definitely a difference between machinists and manual workers.

Jun Chang smiled and said: "I am also aware of this problem, but due to limited capabilities, it has never been able to solve it. I wonder if Hall Master Fan has any solution?"

"Yes!" Fan Yezi said.

Jun Chang smiled happily and said, "What can we do?"

"Fan's understanding of martial arts is not high, but he has a little talent for the art of casting. Combined with hundreds of years of casting, he has condensed the spirit of casting." Fan Yezi said.

"Forging Qi?"

"Cultivation of martial arts has the spirit of martial arts, and practicing swordsmanship has the spirit of swordsmanship. Even scholars can gather the spirit of scholars. The spirit of casting is related to casting."

Jun Changxiao understood.

Fan Yezi said: "If these weapons forged by the sect master are blessed with the spirit of forging, and then slightly reshaped, the soul can be injected into them. Although the power will not be significantly improved, it will allow the user to better fit with them and make them better."

To the true unity of man and machine!"

major!

So damn professional!

Jun Changxiao said: "Nearly all disciples have one of the weapons forged by me, especially the Cold Edge Sword. It will take a long time to refining and injecting soul into it, right?"

"soon."

Fan Yezi said quite proudly: "With the casting energy that Fan has mastered, it is not difficult to reshape hundreds of handles in one day."

One hundred handles a day.

A hundred days means ten thousand handles!

The weapons I have refined over the years are only a few hundred thousand, wouldn't it be done in three to five years?

Moreover, there is also a secret realm of time and space that allows him to enter and reshape it, and the speed of injecting souls will only be faster!

"In that case."

Jun Changxiao clapped his hands and said: "Then what are you waiting for? Hall Master Fan starts to reshape and inject soul!"

Fan Yezi said: "Fan has been impatient for a long time!"

The weapons forged by Jun Changxiao were perfect in terms of quality and workmanship, but they lacked soul. This caused his obsessive-compulsive disorder to break out, and the defects had to be completely repaired!

…

Foundry Hall.

"Hoo ho!"

The aura different from that of martial arts gradually gathered in the room, wrapped around the hanging Hanfeng Sword, and then penetrated deeply.

"Is this the spirit of casting?"

Jun Changxiao, who was watching from the side, was greatly surprised.

"call out!"

After a while, the Hanfeng Sword, shrouded in the aura of casting, fell gently and was placed on the casting platform.

Fan Yezi, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes, crossed his hands, and his beard was flying freely under the air waves.

"Buzz buzz!"

The released casting energy suddenly split into two parts, then condensed into the form of a hammer, and began to strike the Hanfeng Sword again and again, with a faint clanking sound heard.

"I'm going!"

Jun Changxiao said in surprise: "You can still play like this? You have gained a lot of experience!"

In ancient times, fighting spirit turned into wings, fighting spirit turned into horses, and fighting spirit turned into cattle. Today, Fan Yezi casts fighting spirit into a hammer!
To be continued...