Xia Chenglong said and took out the sword. It was a sword obtained from the Brokenkou Mountains, carrying the dusty smell of the ancients, like a useless rotten wood.

He dared to take it out for the other party to see it, which means that the other party really had no choice, because he could not remove the rust on it.

A blacksmith can stop doing anything, but he cannot stop wiping the iron. After a lifetime of fighting, he suddenly realized that all he had touched was just some fur, and no one would feel that it was better.

The blacksmith was indeed attracted by Xia Chenglong's sword. Chuyi saw that it was just a simple sword. When you touched it with your mental power, you found that it was impossible to touch it at all.

Everything about what materials and methods are made of, and everything becomes confusing.

"Do you dare let me give it a try?"

This was the first time that the blacksmith took the initiative to talk to Xia Chenglong, and he felt it was necessary to talk.

"Can!"

The blacksmith picked up the sword, and there was a heat wave on his palm, trying to integrate the sword into his spirit, but found that there was nothing he could do.

There are not many famous techniques about iron smelting in the world. Xia Chenglong’s Memory Warrior Association has a supreme master. His technique is the high-level fire-making technique of the earth level, which can melt a lot of things. The other one is the supreme master from the military. His technique is also the high-level Three Thousand Flame Technique of the earth level, which can condense the true fire of heaven and earth.

The nameless blacksmith in front of him has a strange technique. His fire is very restrained but stubborn. As long as he decides that what he wants to melt, he must do it.

Ten minutes passed, and the blacksmith began to doubt his past and everything about him.

Can a rust sword last for so long without any change under the true fire?

In order to break his inner fear, he planned to throw the rust sword into the stove, which was several times the temperature that was his own. This sword was Bing Rong.

As it turns out, he lost!

The rust sword is still a rust sword, and there is no change in the surface or its own temperament, and there is not even a trace of heating temperature on the surface.

Silent, cold, rusty!

"Your sword is very special. I have limited ability and cannot melt it." The blacksmith said it truthfully with some regret, and instantly returned to the original owner.

"The Rust Sword is obtained from the ancient sites. It is understandable that you cannot melt. I wonder if you can borrow a sword." Xia Chenglong asked calmly after taking the Rust Sword.

If you want to convince someone, the best way is to do something that the other party admires. The rust sword cannot melt, but he is still the first in the ability to melt the sword.

How to explain it, compared to the first place, it is an existence that can never be surpassed, and even any thought of surpassing cannot arise. That is easy to do, just do it second.

The blacksmith had his pride: "You probably have seen my sword before, what's there to give you."

Um?

Xia Chenglong was stunned and looked at the woman next to him. An's face turned red and looked at the soft sword in his hand.

It turns out that she is the pride of a man for the rest of his life, but for some fate, she can only cherish this pride in her heart and never touch it.

Xia Chenglong has seen the power of software, and when he holds it in his hand, he feels it is such a good sword. At least it is extremely difficult to refine such a sword in a remote place.

There was also a fire on his hands, but his flame was different from the fire of ordinary refiners. His fire was a milky white ball, and there was no temperature.

The blacksmith frowned, and he felt that the young man in front of him was joking about them. How could such a ball of fire without temperature melt the sword itself?

Realm makes people's imagination much narrower. What they don't know is the various possibilities of existence on the road to the divine realm, and they don't know the changes brought about by transforming spiritual energy into vital climate.

The sword with pride turned into a ball of iron surrounded by milky white flames, slowly squirming in the air, reshaping.

"This, how is this possible? No one can melt it. You are not a refiner. How can you melt it again without the Double Ninth Festival?"

The blacksmith was frightened. In just one hour, it overturned most of the things he had learned throughout his life, and it was all because of the young man in front of him.

Xia Chenglong's expression was very solemn. His milky white flame was forcibly transformed with true energy. This was a very troublesome thing. Moreover, he was not a refiner, so he could only melt things ruthlessly, but he had no way to recast them.

"When will sir, watch the show?"

The blacksmith, who was originally in a terrifying state, retreated from his distracted state, roared quickly, and his hands were facing each other, and the innocent flames formed a stove in the air.

"Throw it over!"

Xia Chenglong had been waiting for a long time, and heard the sound change rapidly. A pool of liquid surrounded by flames quickly turned into the other party's stove. It is worth noting that the beach of things should not be allowed to contact the air during the handover process.

This is the most difficult stage for a refiner. Many swords are exposed to the mottled spiritual energy between heaven and earth when they are not fully formed, which makes them lose a sense of purity.

The pool of liquid was constantly condensed in the blacksmith's stove, forming a sword that looked like the original one.

This is another long process, so everyone present is a person with concentration, so he is very patient [Shuquge    ] waiting for the moment when the sword is finished!

An hour later, the blacksmith's stove disappeared, and a thin sword floated in the air, emitting a burst of cold light. There was no doubt that it was much more powerful than before.

"Ahem, thank you, I'm dead without regrets!" The blacksmith covered her mouth and coughed twice, thanking her sincerely.

Before this, the sword was his most proud work, but there was some regret in the dark, thinking that it was not his peak existence.

So he was waiting, but just now, when the soft sword was born, the feeling in the dark was gone, and the biggest obstacle in his heart was gone.

No matter what the final result is, it is a happy thing to help the blacksmith fulfill his wish, and it is understandable even if it loses some true energy.

"I'm very sorry, we're leaving!"

Xia Chenglong said cruelly, he was telling An.

The longer you stay here, the more unfavorable it is for the blacksmith. Since the other party does not want to follow them, it is naturally the best way to make them live a good life.

"You... live well. If I can live in the end, I will come to you!" An took back the sword and looked at the other party with some helplessness.

In the end, she could only live alone and missed another man for one man. No one can tell the right or wrong of the most complex emotions in the world.

She didn't say anything like I couldn't bear to leave you, but just let the other party live well, that's enough!

I don’t know if it was because of the ironwork that has been slapping for many years or if he was able to perfectly hide his inner thoughts. There was no emotion on his old face covered with calluses, and I doubt whether the other party really likes An.
Chapter completed!