Jingtieyuan is divided into four departments: those with less than ten kilograms, those with less than fifty kilograms, those with less than one hundred kilograms, and those with more than one hundred kilograms. Huo Jing wants to buy one hundred and fifty kilograms.

Naturally, it had to be more than 100 kilograms. The person who collected the money was also an old man. He was sent to this rich place to collect money. He was probably not weak in the Dongshan clan and was very popular. It was natural that he had an indifferent attitude toward Huo Jing.

Excusable.

In Anling County, Dong Shanhong is like a local emperor, and his people are naturally the emperor's relatives. The town leader is like a minister. The chiefs of the big families in the town are just ordinary ministers in their eyes. If the ministers come, it is estimated that these emperor's relatives will still be there.

Say hello to them. The young ministers will take the initiative to say hello to them when they see them. Although these people who come to buy metal materials have a high status in the clan, they will not take it seriously.

How can a member of an ordinary family in the town be compared with a member of the Dongshan clan?

A middle-aged man like the one who smiled at Huo Jing just now is probably hard to find in the Dongshan clan.

Huo Jing bought jing iron. The density of jing iron is much smaller than that of black iron, so its volume is naturally larger. Generally, some strong men from big families are found to move it. Huo Jing didn't have any, so he had to rely on himself.

He tied the cloth bag containing Xuan Iron around his neck, easily carried the two pieces of iron with both hands, and ran back to Master Xuan's sword-making shop in front of many astonished eyes.

Two cubes of iron, one big and one small, the big one is one hundred kilograms, the small one is fifty kilograms. It is quite difficult for Yuheng Peak to lift these one hundred and fifty kilograms, but it is much easier for Yuheng Perfection, and the Huo family

He was born with divine power, and Huo Jing has now stepped into the Fluctuating Light Xiaocheng. Carrying this one hundred and fifty kilograms, his running speed has not slowed down at all. It is no wonder that there are so many stunned eyes around him, but the Dongshan clan members

I thought it was nothing. There were quite a few people in his family who could lift 150 kilograms and run at Huo Jing's age.

People in the ordinary town who came to buy Xuan Tie were slightly impressed. It would take only a few decades for their family to produce such a talent. Anyone who could run like this would probably be as strong as Yu Heng.

The news that Master Xuan wants to make swords has long been spread. In Sword Making Town, Master Xuan makes swords very rarely, only once or twice a month. After all, the cost of making swords prohibits many families, so they choose cheaper ones.

The quality of the swords made by the master was indeed a bit poor, but he saved a lot of money. This time, Master Xuan helped people make swords for free, which naturally made many people very curious. Even the Dongshan clan members rushed to the scene after hearing the news.

Come here, some of their elders still know about Master Xuan and Huo Ting, but the young people don't know. Now they also want to see which family in Anling County has more reputation than their Dongshan family.

Although the old saying goes that gold will shine sooner or later, Chollima could only become famous in the world earlier if he met Bole. Van Gogh lacked Bole who discovered the charm of his art during his lifetime, and it was not until his death that the dazzling light blossomed.

Fortunately, when people remember the thousand-mile horse, they also remember Bole.

For a time, the reputation of the Huo family soared, and even the deceased Huo Ting was recognized again. Huo Jing's name had been remembered by many people when he told Master Xuan. Now, even his father's name

Huo Ju has also been spread, but it is said that people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Sometimes good and bad always go hand in hand.

In Master Xuan's sword-making shop, a fire has been lit in the kiln. The thick smoke spreads high into the sky through the chimney. The water in the water tank was changed for him by a nearby sword-smith. Everyone hopes that Master Xuan can see it.

He gave them some pointers on their hard work, and Master Xuan sometimes did give them pointers.

The street is not wide, only five or six meters wide, and Master Xuan's sword-making shop is about the same as others, about ten meters long. Therefore, there are not many people standing in front, and a few people from the Dongshan clan naturally stand at the end.

On the positive side, others also consciously stay away from them.

"The boy's name is Huo Jing? The son of Huo Ju of Lingyang Town?" A young man from Dongshan clan looked at Huo Jing and said disdainfully in his heart: "I heard that Huo Ju is the top among the town leaders?

Humph, it’s just that I haven’t stepped into the Kaiyang Realm and reached the perfection of the Fluctuating Light Realm. Compared with our Dongshan Clan, it’s far behind!”

There are two Dongshan clans in Kaiyang Realm, and several Yaoguang Perfection clans. Want to compete with them? The Huo family is far behind!

"I really don't know what kind of bad luck the Huo family has had!" The young man sneered. Master Xuan's actual strength is also at the peak of Yaoguang. This strength is not strong, and the Dongshan family will not value it. However, his refining skills are the best in Anling County.

The top one, the Dongshan clan has been asking him to refine swords all year round and is very polite to him.

Master Xuan didn't care about the onlookers at all, but devoted himself wholeheartedly to the smelting and casting, throwing the fine iron into the kiln for smelting. The temperature of the fire was very high, but the melting point of the fine iron was not high and could be turned into a liquid, but those paving stones

Metals outside the kiln have extremely high melting points and will not melt easily.

Then Master Xuan began to assemble some metals and combine them into a sword that was about 150 centimeters long and 20 centimeters wide. The tip, blade, hilt, handle, etc. were already models.

Master Xuan used some metal to fill the leaks on the outside, and the outermost layer was covered with some wet clay. This is a kind of clay that is easy to absorb and resistant to high temperatures. Basically, there are many of these in every sword-making shop.

Soil is cheap and can be recycled.

Huo Jing stood in the distance, looking at Master Xuan who was skillfully playing with various metals in the sword-making workshop. He was very excited. Soon, he would be able to walk around the world with his sword in an upright manner!

Night has already fallen, but people are still reluctant to leave. Some people even climb up to nearby sword-making shops to watch from high altitudes. Of course, at this time, the bosses of these nearby sword-making shops will also greet them warmly.

Maybe they can get to know a few more big customers this way.

After a long time, Master Xuan used a long metal hook to open a nozzle of a kiln, and some dark liquid flowed out from a metal pipe in the kiln and poured into the model that Master Xuan had set up.

"Hiss, hiss..." When high temperature meets low temperature, there is a violent sound, and a thick white mist mixed with extremely high temperature spurts out, but this mist quickly dissipates in the air

, however, the surrounding temperature still increased significantly.

After a long time, the temperature of the jade iron dropped. Master Xuan removed the outer parts, and his skinny little hands were filled with golden light. Naturally, it was the golden body. This is where Master Xuan is far ahead of other refiners.

The three people who can forge black iron have reached the level of Fluttering Light, and other ordinary swordsmiths can only envy them.

Forging a sword requires skill, but it also requires strength!

Next, it is natural to strike while the iron is hot.

The huge hammer held in his skinny palm was more comical than the long sword held in Huo Jing's hand. No one could have imagined that such a skinny old man could have such amazing strength under his thin clothes.

There was a loud knocking sound, "clang, clang, clang..."

When the temperature of the iron was too low, Master Xuan put them into the kiln and baked them. Naturally, he couldn't bake them for too long, otherwise all the efforts would be wasted when they melted. He just baked them until they were red, and then took them out and continued.

A crackling beating.

It wasn't until late at night that Master Xuan began to quench, bake for a while, hammer a few times, soak in cold water, and raise a cloud of high-temperature white mist.

The surrounding swordsmiths watched quietly. It was late at night, and many people had gone back. Only the swordsmiths from the Sword Forging Town were left here to watch. None of them had eaten yet.

Huo Jing's goal is not to become an excellent smelter, but to be a strong man famous for his strength, but at this time, he looks no less than the others, and his dark eyes are also staring at the fine iron.

Sword, but what others were watching was Master Xuan forging swords, and what he was watching was how the sword was forged. He wanted to see if he could forge his fluctuating golden body in this way.

The jing iron sword became harder and harder under the beatings, which reminded Huo Jing that if his golden body could be continuously improved like a cast sword, then the lines on his golden body should be able to

He becomes more and more profound, forging his own Fluctlight Armor earlier than others, and with such forging, his own Fluctlight Armor may become stronger than others.

Whether it is fantasy, conjecture, or whimsical, if you dare to imagine, you will have more opportunities to create success. Whether it is Einstein's theory of relativity or Hawking's black hole theory, many of them were predictions of their time.

The speed of light is difficult to reach, and black holes can even absorb light. Therefore, their theory was difficult to prove experimentally in their time.

Once you have imagination, you also need practice. If you dream without implementation, it will be difficult to achieve success. The road is to be walked, not imagined.

Huo Jing wanted to try now to see if he could further improve his Fluctuating Golden Body, but there were too many people here at this time, and Huo Ju told him not to expose his strength to others casually, and Huo Jing

At this time, you still need to watch more methods and techniques from Master Xuan.

Time passed by minute by second, and Master Xuan seemed to only have eyes for the fine iron long sword, which was as black as ink. He was constantly beating, baking, and quenching. There was a little sweat on his forehead, but those two

The originally cloudy eyes looked bright and bright, as if they only showed their original sharpness when the sword was being forged.

It was late at night, and Master Xuan was still beating Huo Jing's fine iron sword. Time seemed to go back to the time when he first hit the black iron sword. He was still an ordinary swordsmith who had just made his debut in the sword-making town after studying the art.

At that time, he could only win the recognition of others by forging swords carefully and with great effort.

The grandson of an old friend, the old friend has passed away. Master Xuan can only pin his thoughts on this fine iron sword.

After a long time, a pleasant knocking sound came from the quiet sword-making workshop.

"Qiang!" With the final word, a slight buzz spread.
Chapter completed!