Chapter 111: Fa Zheng

In the furnace, the scorching fire was burning, and from time to time, molten iron melted, fell to the bottom of the furnace, and mixed with the furnace ash.

"What a backward craft, not even as good as the feudal society period."

"But it can forge precious swords comparable to alloy steel. This is the application of internal power in it."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

Several hours later, the fire went out. Jiang Ding pried open the earth furnace, protected his hands with internal power, took out a piece of red crude iron the size of a millstone from the bottom of the furnace, and placed it on the anvil.

No hammer was needed. He gathered internal power, countless fine sword energies were generated, and he slapped down with one palm.

Ding!

Sparks splashed, and the millstone-sized iron was hard-struck with a palm print several inches deep.

The Shock-character martial arts technique was contained within it. Many fragile parts mixed with a large amount of furnace ash and unburned charcoal were directly turned into powder under the giant force of back-and-forth stirring, and fell down.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Jiang Ding's palms seemed to have turned into two big hammers, slapping continuously. The millstone-sized crude iron was smashed back and forth like dough. The clear palm prints were just printed on and then covered by new ones, folded.

In the continuous hammering, impurities were precipitated by the Shock-character technique, and the millstone-sized crude iron block kept shrinking.

Ding!

A palm slapped down, only smashing into the crude iron to a depth of less than half an inch.

Jiang Ding looked at the color of the crude iron, lifted it up, threw it into the furnace to continue calcining, panted slightly, closed his eyes to adjust his breath, and restored internal power.

"Shock-type martial arts techniques are very interesting. It seems that they can have some reference effect on the 'Fledgling Eagle Takeoff Sword Technique' from Great Accomplishment to perfection."

Jiang Ding remembered the progress he saw in the cultivation room yesterday.

"Fledgling Eagle Takeoff Sword Technique" (Great Accomplishment 47%)!

Since obtaining the rusty sword tip, his comprehension had been greatly amplified, and even the fundamental cultivation method "Fledgling Eagle Takeoff Decision," known as the first foundation-laying divine skill of all worlds, had not shown any bottlenecks, making steady progress every day.

He guessed that when his cultivation method was perfect, he would be able to reach the standard for applying for the Banyan Tree Special Scholarship even without the Blue Gold agent.

After more than ten minutes of fierce fire calcining, the half-millstone-sized crude iron became red again.

Jiang Ding dug it out from the furnace and continued to strike it with both palms in a continuous, interlocking rhythm, shattering and shedding any brittle, low-toughness coarse iron parts, controlling the carbon content that seeped in to bring it up to the standard of high-quality steel, possessing both hardness and toughness.

Back to the furnace, forging.

Repeating this process more than ten times, consuming more than two hours, the millstone-sized crude iron in Jiang Ding's hand was hard-hammered into the size of half an arm, and then he stopped, throwing it into the furnace.

After resting for half an hour, he grabbed the red steel ingot and placed it on the anvil, held it with his left hand, and smashed it down with layers of fine sword energy condensed in his right hand!

Ding ding ding!

His right fist smashed on the red steel ingot like a storm, leaving deep pits one after another. The steel ingot kept extending, turning into a strip shape, and then returned to the furnace to heat up, smashing out the sword hilt and blade bit by bit.

For a long time,

A steel sword took shape, 1.5 meters long, entirely red from high temperature.

Put it into the water tank, in the hissing sound, white mist rose, the sword body turned bright silver, Jiang Ding placed it in front of his eyes, carefully observed the first sword he forged, flicked it with his middle finger, and the sound was crisp and melodious.

"A qualified steel sword, can be put into battle without sharpening, selling it for seven or eight taels of silver should find a buyer."

Jiang Ding praised.

"Unfortunately, this is not enough for my labor fee, a half-magic treasure would be about right."

Mainly to familiarize himself with the process of sword forging, he didn't care either. He slashed a piece of iron ore the size of a human head with one sword and started smelting iron ore again.

The sound of ding-ding in the Sword-Casting Villa was endless, from noon to evening.

No one came to complain either. Many old neighbors even took a nap because of this, exceptionally sweet, and the familiar feeling came back.

Clatter~

After finishing the day's work, Jiang Ding held a stack of seventeen or eighteen steel swords and came to the storefront. With a casual throw, the dozen steel swords shot out like electricity and deeply inserted into the original sword rack.

"Basically familiar, next is to smelt spiritual metal, that is, precious materials, using spiritual metal liquid as a line to engrave array patterns on the steel sword, um, basically all are degraded first-layer Sharp Metal Arrays, degraded first-layer Swift Wind Arrays, etc."

"The only problem is, I don't have precious materials."

Jiang Ding thought, and glanced at the Golden Blade Sect monitor. The black-robed person was still there, not moving for so long. The Taiqing Divine Iron was in the Patriarch Hall not far from him.

"Fine, ruthless enough."

"You, a Qi Condensation peak cultivator, really want to learn from those high-level cultivators, going into seclusion for years and years?"

Felt tricky.

If this person went into seclusion for several years, he could not accept it.

"Golden Blade Sect, has been doing things for him, collecting precious materials for him, perhaps including flesh and blood essence, so that he can go into seclusion without worries..."

A thought added to Jiang Ding's mind. He searched for martial arts people with the Golden Blade Sect logo on the drone screen monitoring Yuejing.

It was easy to find many.

Close to the lair, Golden Blade Sect disciples were very active in Yuejing.

Jiang Ding observed carefully and found that except for the Golden Blade Sect disciples who guarded industries, strolled, and stayed at home, one group was the most conspicuous. They did not rob or kill. Once they discovered disciples of the Wolf God Sect and the Southern Eighteen Demon Sects, they would dispatch and capture them.

After enough people were gathered, they would be transported to the Golden Blade Sect dungeon for detention.

The Golden Blade Sect was one of the six major sects, righteous, so doing this was not very conspicuous, and it even attracted many martial arts people to shout well, and their reputation even improved a bit.

"Isn't this black-robed person in close cooperation with the Marquis of Zhendong and the Wolf God Sect?"

Jiang Ding was stunned.

"Even their own people are not spared."

Among those who fought against the Demon Sect, one of them had been seen in the information on the Heavenly Secret Tower, and he knew his appearance.

Seventh on the Dragon-Phoenix List, 'Sea-Splitting Blade' Wei Xian!

His face was cold, there was bloodthirsty light in his eyes, he held a dragon-patterned gold-embroidered giant blade, and between one move and one style, several Wolf God Sect disciples were smashed away, vomiting blood, and could not even get up.

Before long, dozens of besieging Wolf God Sect disciples fell to the ground, were tied up by other Golden Blade Sect disciples, and placed together with the hundred-odd Demon Sect members captured tonight.

"Think of a way, kill him as normally and reasonably as possible, and some Golden Blade Sect people, to see if the black-robed person will go down the mountain."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself, tapped his toe, and his figure disappeared in place.

In the night,

Every family closed their doors, and the streets were empty.

Martial artists of the righteous and demonic paths were fighting here, and screams were heard from time to time, and then returned to a brief calm.

This is war, the war of the martial arts world!

The Green Ox Palace and the Wolf God Sect invested elite disciples to fight bloody battles here until one side completely gave up and admitted its dominant position in the Central Plains, even if a new dynasty was established.

Soon, he hid his figure and came nearby. Just as he was thinking about how to reasonably take action without arousing the vigilance of the black-robed person, a wisp of Buddha light bloomed, blocking Wei Xian who wanted to take away the captives.

"Amitabha!"

"Donor, heaven has the virtue of cherishing life, why not let them enter reincarnation early, why bother to take them back to the sect for detention?"

Full of compassionate tone, saying words that made people shudder.

Jiang Ding looked at the monk in front of Wei Xian a few more times with his peripheral vision.

Lips red and teeth white, handsome appearance, wearing a cassock, holding a golden Zen staff, a Zen master performing a Buddhist salute with one hand, I don't know how many martial arts heroines sighed.

Fourth on the Dragon-Phoenix List, Prajna Temple, 'Vajra' Fa Zheng!

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