Even Ye Qingqiu's unchanging tone for thousands of years was filled with some surprise. He stood up, his stacked sleeves were slowly drawn down, and even the folds at the corners of his clothes were full of surprise.
"It's 'Wufeng', absolutely!"
Fang Lanzhi's movements in holding Yi Rushuang suddenly became gentle. He didn't even dare to hold the sword directly with his hands, but instead took out a brand new sword-wiping cloth.
For all weapon refiners, an incredible magic weapon is the most precious thing in the world, and touching it directly with both hands seems to be a kind of sacrilege.
"Is your sword only able to be maintained in the Dantian, and is it different from other people's swords?"
Fang Lanzhi turned around and looked at Shi Yingxue. Seeing her nodding her head without hesitation, she immediately laughed and jumped like crazy: "I have never seen 'Wufeng' in my life. It's worth asking me to die immediately."
Got it!"
He smiled bitterly incoherently, half of his face was twitching with tears dripping down, and his face was generally trembling with an excited smile.
Yingxue could not empathize with this kind of excitement, and she was at a loss for a moment.
But when she looked at Lanzhi in front of her, she felt that this man really loved making swords. He might not change his expression even if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, but a sword that only existed in classics could make him cry and laugh.
Innocent and innocent, full of passion.
But Shi Yingxue didn't know what Wu Feng was.
Her proficiency in swordsmanship is the result of a lot of time and practice, while weapon refining is just the opposite.
Except for the time when she accidentally forged such a beautiful sword by herself under the supervision of her adoptive mother, Shi Yingxue never even entered the door to refine weapons.
"Master, what is 'Wufeng'?" Shi Yingxue asked Ye Qingqiu.
"My master told me that Wufeng is the name of a weapon that can only be refined by the most accomplished weapon refiners in legends.
Only forged swords can be made without an edge, and other types of weapons cannot.
The reason why it is called Wufeng is because this weapon is not the same as its external form. If he had developed a true eye, it would not be in its current form at all, but a long sword without an edge, like a piece of uncut jade.
Simple and plain, without any features.
When it comes to this concept, this weapon no longer looks like a weapon. It is more like a community generated by the weapon refiner's body, heart, or thoughts. It exists completely synchronized with the weapon refiner's thoughts, so there is no
Judgable grade.
But Wufeng can be stored in the Dantian and nourished like a magic weapon. It is a weapon that progresses with its master.
When it reaches a certain level, Wufeng itself is completely out of the category of a sword, and can change in an ever-changing manner according to the owner's wishes. It is the most rare weapon in the world."
Before Ye Qingqiu had time to answer, Fang Lanzhi, who was crying and laughing like crazy, turned around again.
He looked at Shi Yingxue excitedly and told Shi Yingxue all about Wu Feng's concept.
"Wufeng, this is Wufeng, you must tell me which master is actually able to refine Wufeng now, please tell me!"
Fang Lanzhi returned Yi Rushuang to Shi Yingxue's hand, grabbed Shi Yingxue's shoulders and shook her hard.
Shi Yingxue was confused when she heard that Wu Feng's presence had completely overturned her understanding of weapons. A muscular man like Fang Langzhi, who was covered in tendon meat, almost knocked her unconscious.
She didn't believe it herself, so she couldn't help but frown and asked: "Isn't this just an ordinary sword with no grade..."
"Absolutely not! The only one who can be refined into the Dantian is Wu Feng!" Fang Lanzhi vowed. "Quick, quick, quick, tell me which master helped you refine it!"
"Fang Lanzhi, don't you think what you said is too fancy?" Ye Qingqiu raised his eyes coolly, and the ice particles made Fang Lanzhi calm down immediately, "I advise you to think carefully about yourself just now
You said something and if you catch my little disciple again, I will chop off your claws."
Fang Lanzhi hadn't recovered from her thoughts yet, but her hands quickly let go of Shi Yingxue as if she'd been electrocuted.
Who is Ye Qingqiu?
He said he really dared to chop his claws!
Fang Lanzhi retracted her hand in frustration. He obviously looked like a very fierce man, but he was so frightened by Ye Qingqiu that he had a conditioned reflex.
He looked at Ye Qingqiu's sideways eyes and quickly moved several meters away from Shi Yingxue. His eyes were still unable to leave Yi Rushuang, but he could only be forced to recall what he had just said.
But no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't think of what he had said wrong, and his face almost turned red: "I just want to know who made the sword, and I don't want to do anything to your apprentice!"
"Where did Wu Feng come from?" Ye Qingqiu did not answer, but reminded him compassionately.
Shi Yingxue had gradually come back to her senses and couldn't help but feel dumbfounded.
I used to think that Ye Qingqiu was too immortal, but now I think about it, he also has a bad taste.
Master used to be a calm person, but it's rare to see him so lively. It shows that he and Fang Lanzhi definitely have a sincere relationship.
"It's the swordsmith...the swordsmith's own heart..." Fang Lanzhi was simply confused.
"Whose heart can follow whatever the heart wants?" There was already a smile on Ye Qingqiu's lips.
"The sword master's heart." Fang Lanzhi was completely confused by Monk Er.
"Whose true intention did you just say?" Ye Qingqiu turned to drink tea, probably because he didn't want to see Fang Lanzhi acting so naive.
"Swordsmith! You speak out when you have something to say! It makes me so anxious!" Fang Lanzhi was almost driven crazy by Ye Qingqiu.
"I am not a human being." Ye Qingqiu was very leisurely. He poured a cup of tea and stuffed it into Fang Langzhi's hand, "Didn't you ask me who made my apprentice's sword? Don't you know now?"
Fang Lanzhi's brows were still furrowed, but a thunder seemed to strike in her mind.
He reacted.
So he looked at Shi Yingxue in disbelief several times, with a look of astonishment on his face: "You mean, it was your apprentice who practiced it?"
Ye Qingqiu's face suddenly turned dark, and he immediately flew over with a sharp glance: "You look down on my disciple?"
"No, no..." Fang Langzhi immediately apologized.
But it was too late, Ye Qingqiu cast another silencing curse and sealed Fang Lanzhi's mouth.
"I remember there was an elder in Qingqiu who had a blade-like sword in his hand. Please wait for me for a moment."
Ye Qingqiu has begun to form seals on his hands, his eyes are slightly closed, and he should be conveying the Five Elements Letter to others.
A moment later, the reply arrived. He held it in front of Shi Yingxue's stunned eyes and took out a five-element letter.
"Not all swordsmiths can make Wufeng. Refining weapons is originally a matter of reputation. The swordsmith's own spiritual body, consciousness and mental power are more and more consistent with the nature of heaven, and the swordsmith is more likely to be able to make swords."
Out comes the sword without an edge.
I just asked someone to check it out, and out of so many swordsmiths throughout the ages, only three of them have made Wufeng."