The sound of repeated hammering could be heard more clearly now, and Ling Luo's mind was buzzing.
"No! It's useless again!"
In the refining pavilion, an unhappy roar came from Yan Xiang.
Su Yi's whole body trembled, with a look of fear on his face, and he said: "Little junior sister, let's go in quickly. Master seems to be angry again."
Ling Luo nodded and followed Su Yi into the Weapon Refining Pavilion.
In the main hall on the first floor, there is a huge magma pool with a radius of 100 meters. Dozens of long swords are suspended on it, all red. There are two disciples on the edge of the pool. The flames in their hands have condensed into the shape of axes.
, through control, those long swords are being calcined and tempered.
Ling Luo squinted his eyes and could see at a glance that the materials of these long swords were average and not of high quality. The power of fire of these two senior brothers was also mediocre.
These dozen or so swords, even if they are forged, are just sharper than ordinary iron, there is nothing special about them.
"Little junior sister, what are you looking at? Hurry up, master is on the second floor." Su Yi turned around and urged.
Ling Luo nodded, withdrew his gaze and went up to the second floor.
Yan Xiang sat on a chair with a frustrated look, shirtless, exposing the tangled muscles on his arms, his brows furrowed tightly, his eyes fixed on an orange stone in front of him, as if it had something to do with it.
It seems that I have some deep hatred.
Su Yi stopped three steps away from Yan Xiang and said: "Master, the things from Shengjin Hall have been delivered."
Yan Xiang didn't even raise his eyes, still staring at the palm-sized orange stone.
Su Yi pursed his lips and said cautiously: "Master, you previously promised the second elder of the Shengjin Hall to forge a dozen long swords for his disciples. Now that the materials have been sent, do you want to..."
Yan Xiang raised his head impatiently, with a violent look on his brows, and said: "Just send that kind of garbage to the first floor, and let Xia Lin and Mu Ye practice it."
Su Yi shrank his head, flattened his mouth, and then turned around to go downstairs with a dozen sword materials in his arms.
"Wait a minute." Yan Xiang suddenly raised his head and said, "Let your senior brother come over and try it with his purple ghost fire to see if you can smelt this material."
Su Yi's face suddenly became sad and he said: "Master, have you forgotten? The senior brother was injured in the Dawu Arena today. He is being taken care of by his wife and is lying on the bed to rest."
Yan Xiang's brows furrowed even more tightly, and he said a faint "Oh" with a slightly disappointed look on his face.
Ling Luo was a little confused, so she followed Su Yi and returned to the first floor. The two of them piled the rough blanks of more than a dozen long swords in one place.
Su Yi walked towards the magma pool with a radius of 100 meters in the center, and said respectfully to Xia Lin and Mu Ye: "Seventh senior brother, eighth senior brother, these are the materials sent by the second elder of Shengjin Hall to build thirteen long swords. Master
I said I’ll leave it to you two.”
Xia Lin immediately showed an expression that was super worried about trouble, and complained: "Is there any mistake? There are still fifteen pieces left to be completed from the Holy Wood Hall, and thirteen more have come from the Holy Golden Hall.
We really think of our Holy Fire Hall as special coolies who forge iron and swords!"
Mu Ye's eyes dimmed and she reminded: "Seventh Senior Brother, the heat seems to be a bit insufficient. There are still rough cracks on these fifteen long swords."