There were many people around the casting stove. Chang Xi invited Master Yu Yang to a place slightly away from the casting stove. He took a deep breath and held Yuehong Sword horizontally in his hand. He handed it to Master Yu Yang and said softly: "Master Wang Gan of the Artifact Peak once told me that the Yuehong Sword has the unique casting technology of Tianyong City hundreds of years ago. It is said that it is very likely that it was from the hands of Elder Zi Yin of Tianyong City. Therefore, I came to Tianyong City this time to solve this doubt."

When Master Yu Yang heard this, Gu Jingbubo's face moved slightly. He took over the crystal clear Yuehong and for a long time, he obviously saw the sharpness and potential of the Yuehong sword far exceeding the artifact sequence. Master Yu Yang stared at the sword spirit in the sword body in a daze. Yuehong sword spirit stared at the guy in front of him with big eyes and stared at him.

Master Yu Yang gently stroked Yuehong's sword body, recalling that when Master Zi Yin led him into the sword pavilion, he taught himself sword control and sword making skills step by step. Scenes between the former master and apprentice surged into his heart. Yu Yang suppressed his sadness and slowly spoke: "This sword is indeed as Wang Dan said, and it was indeed cast by Master Zi Yin."

"But Zi Yin Zhenren..." Chang Xi wanted to speak but stopped.

"I had thought before that Ling Yue might have missed it, so it's not your fault." Yu Yang turned his head and looked at his apprentices who were getting along with the craftsmen in the distance.

The sword cast by Zi Yin Zhenren is different from the swords of everyone in Tianyong City hundreds of years ago. Yu Yang is most convinced that this Yuehong sword has almost all the sword casting shadows of Zi Yin Zhenren. The sword on his waist is also the last gift left to him by the master before his death. Some of the same things can be vaguely seen between the two swords.

Yu Yang has always regarded his master as his father and heaven, perhaps because Chang Xi also owns his master's sword. Yu Yang's true eyes looked at Chang Xi with a slightly warm look. He no longer simply regarded him as a junior, but more like looking at his junior brother passed down from generation to generation. Even if he is not the same sect, so what?

Master Yu Yang returned the Yuehong Sword to Chang Xi and said in confusion: "This Yuehong Sword is made of the best-quality sky blue stone marrow. After the master came to Tianyong City, he had never seen his master use this material to make a sword. Could it be that this sword was cast before the master came to Tianyong City?"

Chang Xi asked, "Where did Zi Yin be before he came to Tianyong City?"

"If you want to trace the source, you may be disappointed."

Master Yu Yang stroked the sword hilt of the morning dew on his waist and said, "Over the years, the sect leader and I have tried our best to find where the master comes from, but we can hardly find many useful clues. We only know that the master's surname is Murong, but the Jiuzhou is so big and there are so many families with Murong's surname. I spent more than ten years traveling all over the country and searching for many family genealogies in the Murong family, without any gains."

"Later, I accidentally learned from the mouths of some old immortal cultivators who retired to the mountains that there was a prosperous Qionghua Sect five or six hundred years ago. There was a high-level disciple with a mixed surname Murong. Both sword control and sword making were very good. I looked for this sect with hope, and found that this sect was burned by heavenly fire and had already disappeared for hundreds of years, and all the clues were interrupted."

Chang Xi smiled helplessly. He was thinking that he might be able to unravel Yuehong's secrets in Tianyong City, but he never thought that the true man Zi Yin, who had created Yuehong, had passed away. He was not aware of this matter with his favorite disciples. Chang Xi gently stroked the sword body and comforted Yuehong's sword spirit. It seemed that this matter could only end here.

Afterwards, Chang Xi also asked Master Yu Yang about the memory fragments. Unfortunately, this professional problem related to memory really exceeded Master Yu Yang's knowledge reserves. Master Yu Yang only knew that if you want to solve this kind of thing, you can only improve your cultivation level. Chang Xi could only smile bitterly and nod.

The two raised their eyes and looked at the Tiantian Cauldron with flames rising in the distance.

It has to be said that the power of the dragon vein earth fire is really extraordinary, and it is even more amazing after being extracted through the Tongtian Ding. The extremely high-temperature-resistant rare minerals were removed from impurities during the smelting of the earth fire and became only one-tenth of the original size. After all the minerals were smelted into transparent golden red soup, the three giants shouted together and activated the unique sword-making technique of the Mohist school to start shaping the sword.

The three giants have made great efforts. Their cultivation skills are like stacking buildings, and they use their mighty power to pull out the delicate appearance of the sword body. The sword body crazily absorbs the spiritual energy of the heaven and earth around them, and the spiritual light gradually fills up.

Qin Huali shouted: "Zhuxiyuan!"

Three pieces of Xirang, cut into similar sizes, were simultaneously immersed in from the three positions of Kun Genli, and unimaginable earth-yellow spiritual light burst out. The thick sword body saw the earth-yellow spiritual light, and breathed in like a drowning man just poked out of the water, absorbing all the earth-yellow spiritual power overflowing from the three casting furnaces. The rich earth-yellow spiritual power was wrapped around the sword body, and then slowly absorbed it, and then things such as sword spine and sword grid appeared.

The three giants waved their hands and kept carving formation patterns in the air and hitting the sword body. The broad and thick sword seemed to have an invisible large hand holding a carving knife to compile the patterns, which was delicate and mysterious. As the giant Meng Sheng and giant Tian Xiangzi looked at each other, the two joined forces to activate the water-based magic, and the huge water ball quenched the freshly released spiritual sword.

A heavy sword of black and gold floated in the air, and the sword body outlined a steady and down-to-earth pattern and arc. The edge of the edge was flashing sharp golden light. The entire heavy sword was hazy in the misty light golden mist, and the earth-attribute spiritual power that made people feel at ease came to their faces.

Mr. Qin called the thick sword to his side, and his face was full of smiles, and he didn't use his hands to lift it, because he knew that he could never lift it. He floated the heavy sword to Chang Xi and smiled, "Young Master Chang, try your hand!"

Chang Xi said happily, grabbed the hilt of the sword with one hand, and before he could feel the extremely abundant earth-attributed spiritual power, he was caught off guard and pulled down his waist by the weight of the heavy sword. Seeing this scene, Qin Huali said a little embarrassedly: "After absorbing Xirang, this heavy sword may become nearly 80,000 kilograms. Mr. Chang, you might as well try to see if you can lift it with both hands..."

The words that had not been said yet were pinched in his mouth by Mr. Qin himself. He vaguely saw that the young master Chang's palm flashed slightly, and changed his previous appearance. He lifted the heavy sword effortlessly, and even danced with great vigor.

This giant Qin Huali, who inherited his master Mo Zi's sword-making skills, was shocked to pull down three white beards, and could swing the 80,000-pound heavy sword into a fan. This was the first time he saw him. This was a fucking freak.

Chang Xi dripped the essence and blood to make the heavy sword recognize the master. It was a huge spiritual power in the earth attribute suddenly became lively. It surged like a tide between Chang Xi's palm, as if his child was tickling his palm with his pink fist. Chang Xi stroked the edge of the heavy sword with his hand, and was extremely happy.

Qin Huali solemnly and convincedly glanced at the high disciple who came out of Qingyun Mountain, and smiled and said, "Young Master Chang, give this heavy sword a name."

Chang Xi waved the heavy sword into a sound of breaking through the air, feeling the aura of heavyness, and said softly to the sword in his hand: "I'll tell you not to work."

The body of Bugong's sword flashed with a lively light, and he seemed to be very satisfied with the name.
Chapter completed!