However, it was obvious that Gong Xi Kuangdao really thought too much.
As time passed, a flame enveloped the iron tightly, and a hazy halo emerged from the surface of the iron crystal.
Ling Chuxi keenly grasped the changes within the iron essence, and once again found the best time to start forging.
"How could this happen?" Gong Xi Kuang Dao was completely stunned. Until this moment, Ling Chuxi still showed no signs of losing strength. She was able to do it easily and effortlessly, as if she had no effort at all.
Not to mention Gong Xi Kuangdao herself, not even the previous clan leader of the Gong Xi clan, or even several highly respected clan leaders, could ever be so relaxed. How did she do it?
Compared with Ling Chuxi, the name of forging that the Gongxi clan has enjoyed for tens of thousands of years is simply not worthy of its name. At this time, Gongxi Kuangdao was full of frustration, but at the same time, he also believed more in what he had done before.
It was decided that Ling Chuxi was the only hope for the Gongxi clan to get out of the desperate situation.
Several other people also looked at Ling Chuxi with admiration. Before, they still suspected that Ling Chuxi was able to successfully forge the dagger because of luck, but what about now? Is it also luck? There is no doubt that Ling Chuxi
Xi's forging talent has surpassed that of anyone in the Miyanishi family today, and is even comparable to those legendary forging masters, or even stronger than them.
Finally, as they watched, a Bahuang sword with extremely graceful lines and full of murderous intent appeared out of the sky. The cold bright light and the exquisite cloud patterns made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Buzz... Bahuang Battle Sword noticed a trembling sound.
The hearts of Gong Xi Kuang Dao and others suddenly rose to their throats, and the spirit casting began.
With the trembling of the Bahuang sword, Ling Chuxi's sea of qi also swayed, but this time, the Jiuyin Juemei in the seal did not change at all. Ling Chuxi knew that this time the casting spirit might not be able to
Successful. If she guessed correctly, only when the forged artifact resonates with the Nine Yin Jue Veins can the spirit casting be successful.
Sure enough, just as Ling Chuxi expected, after a few tremblings, the Bahuang Battle Sword stopped responding and lay quietly on the ground, apparently without any spiritual energy.
"Oh, what a pity." Ling Chuxi couldn't help but sigh.
But there was no trace of disappointment on Gong Xi Kuangdao's face. His mind had been completely occupied by surprise. Even now, apart from a little disappointment, there was still no trace of exhaustion on Ling Chuxi's face.
"Sir, how did you do it? Even the elders of our clan would need at least half a month to forge a Bahuang sword, consuming countless infuriating energy. How could you be so relaxed?" Gong Xikuang said.
Dao finally couldn't help but ask.
"Based on feeling." Ling Chuxi thought for a while and gave an answer that she didn't know was an answer.
She now understands that the key reason why Gong Xi Kuang Dao and others are so laborious in forging lies in the feeling. They cannot judge the degree of smelting of the iron essence, nor can they find the best time to forge it.
Reluctant to waste iron essence, we can only sacrifice a large amount of Qi, carefully control the Qi and fire temperature, and slowly search for the so-called feeling. To put it bluntly, it is actually gambling on luck.
Even though Gong Xi’s Crazy Sword was so exhausted that he was panting like a dog trying to forge a blade tip, only one or two percent of it actually worked.