This is the rule that Lin Qianjun set since the beginning of making a sword.

He only collects secret books and techniques for making swords, but not gold and silver.

However, no one has asked him for the spiritual sword yet, this is the first time.

"Can I let me see your "Fallen Leaf Sword Classic"? It doesn't take all of it, just part of it. I want to see if the thing is worth it." Lin Qianjun said.

"No problem." Zhang Yinghe nodded, and then took out the book "Fallen Leaf Sword Classic" from his arms.

Lin Qianjun looked around a little and there was a corresponding skill on the panel.

This is a red-level martial art, which is quite good. You can practice to the fourth level at most. If you want to convert it, it is the level of a great swordsman in this world.

"The thing is good, I'll make a sword for you now." Lin Qianjun returned the sword script to Zhang Yinghe and replied.

After saying that, he began to get busy.

Long Shuxian next to him was curious, but Zhang Yinghe took him aside and told him not to read more.

In the world, stealing a master is a big taboo.

Although Lin Qianjun may not drive them out because he is young and does not understand these things, it is best for them to pay attention to their own eyes and not look at them too much.

"Master, can he be so young really do?" Long Shuxian asked Zhang Yinghe curiously.

"Don't talk nonsense." Zhang Yinghe quickly covered Long Shuxian's mouth and said, "Mr. Lin is a disciple of Master Zhuang Tong. The sword-making masters in the sword-making villa are often in line with each other. For their own signature, if they do not have the ability, it is absolutely impossible to make swords for others. This Mr. Lin has made more than a dozen swords before, and every visitor returned with satisfaction. If he was not too young, he could even get out of the army..."

Zhang Yinghe said these words to Long Shuxian and Lin Qianjun.

He was afraid that Long Shuxian's doubts would affect Lin Qianjun, so he planned to praise Lin Qianjun a little, hoping that he would not be too careless.

In fact, to be honest, he may not be without doubt.

However, Lin Qianjun is Zhuang Tong's disciple after all. If Lin Qianjun fails to cast his sword, Zhuang Tong will be guaranteed by Lin Qianjun, so he doesn't have much thought.

On the other side, Lin Qianjun has already started to forge the sword embryo.

The ding-dangling sound almost never stopped, as dense as raindrops.

Looking at the phantoms appearing on Lin Qianjun's arm when he waved the hammer, Long Shuxian and Zhang Yinghe felt much more at ease.

Not to mention too many, at least 90% of the world's sword-making masters can't do this.

About an hour later, Lin Qianjun forged the sword embryo.

Immediately, he closed his eyes slightly and found the little bit of spiritual charm in the sword embryo. With a thought, his spirit was infused. Within less than ten breaths, he had already completed the spiritual engraving.

After that, his sword power surged in his body, and he reached out to brush over the sword embryo, and directly opened a sharp blade for it.

After doing this, Lin Qianjun put the hilt of the sword for it and said, "It's already cast, you can take a look."

After saying that, Lin Qianjun gently threw the sword in his hand towards Zhang Yinghe.

Zhang Yinghe was still a little unresponsive at this time, but he instinctively reached out and grabbed the sword in his hand.

He looked at the sword in his hand in a panic. No matter what, he couldn't believe that the spiritual sword that people in the world were pursuing was cast by Lin Qianjun in less than two hours.

He was suspicious, but his face did not change, but instilled in the sword power into the sword in his hand.

The sword power is extremely smooth, and in this regard, it is at least a good sword.

At this moment, Zhang Yinghe felt a special thought coming from the spiritual sword. He seemed to have realized something, and then suddenly increased the input of sword power. The next moment, a sword light that was about an inch long was suddenly spit out from the tip of the spiritual sword in his hand.

He looked happy and knew that this was a spiritual sword that could gather sword power to form sword light.

The next moment, he hurriedly took out the "Fallen Leaf Sword Book" and politely said to Lin Qianjun: "Thank you, Master Lin, for helping to cast swords, this is the reward that you had agreed to before."

Lin Qianjun nodded, put away the fallen leaves sword draft, and waved his hand to say that he was seeing off the guests.

Zhang Yinghe and the other two did not stop, and quickly left with the sword, as if they were afraid that someone would rob them.

After they left, Zhuang Tong, who was hiding outside the house, smiled slightly and turned around and left.

Lin Qianjun made a sword this time and became famous in one battle.

The spiritual sword cannot be cast by anyone, let alone cast it in such a short time.

There are basically no one in the world who believes this.

However, when Long Shuxian really took out the spiritual sword, he had to believe it in the world.

For a moment, Lin Qianjun's name began to spread.

There are endless people coming to Zhujian Zhuan Villa to visit, and almost every day there are people who come to Lin Qianjun to build swords.

Lin Qianjun almost refused everyone. As long as he had good secrets, he accepted them all, whether it was sword skills or the sword scriptures he practiced.

In just three months, Lin Qianjun cast fifteen spiritual swords.

One handful on average is almost every two days, which is almost the sum of the year in Zhujian Villa.

The most difficult part of casting a spiritual sword is the energy and spirit consumed by spiritual creation. Lin Qianjun is already extremely high in nature. In addition, the "Source Sword Art" that takes into account all the results, what he lacks the most is energy and spirit.

The little energy and spirit needed to create spiritual power can be recovered almost within less than half a day.

That's why his output is so high.

Of course, the most important thing is that Lin Qianjun is indeed at a sufficient level, and his talent is far superior to that of ordinary sword-casting masters.

With this secondary profession, Lin Qianjun not only gained fame, but also gained a large number of secrets of various swordsmanship skills.

He has modified his "Source Sword" several times. Although the core is still practicing the sword body, he can no longer see the original version.

In addition, his current level has reached LV30. According to this world, he is also considered to be the peak level of a swordsman.

The next step is the realm of the great sword master.

If you are in the world, you can also be considered a first-class expert who can travel around the world.

When Lin Qianjun was in full swing, Qi Yun, another disciple of the sword-casting master Xia Lie in the Sword Villa, found him.

"Lin Qianjun, I don't know how you told Master Zhuang Tong to build momentum for you, but I still advise you to stop early so as not to ruin the name of Zhujian Villa." Qi Yun said angrily.

Lin Qianjun looked at the young man in front of him with confusion, feeling that he looked familiar. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Is your father's name Qi Dong?"

"Have you investigated me?" Qi Yun's expression changed suddenly.

Lin Qianjun realized in his heart that he probably hadn't guessed wrongly.

Qi Yun is Qi Dong's son.

But probably Qi Dong didn’t know that his son had the talent of a sword-casting master!

At this time, Qi Yun spoke harshly to Lin Qianjun: "Lin Qianjun, I tell you, you'd better not be proud. Don't look at your current glory. If the owner of the manor comes back and knows about you, it's not just you, but even Master Zhuang Tong will be punished."

"What's the matter?" Lin Qianjun said in confusion.

Qi Yun showed an angry expression on his face and said, "You are pretending to be garlic. You secretly asked Master Zhuang Tong to help you cast the spiritual sword, and then lied that it was your own spiritual sword. I have known this long ago. Without real ability, I just want to go on a wrong path. Even if you really have the talent of a sword-casting master, you are destined to be unable to become a true sword-casting master."

Lin Qianjun understood that he did not believe in his ability, so he came to ask for guilt.

[Some things can't be explained by explanation alone.]

【Being misunderstood is always the fate of geniuses.】

[You sighed in your heart and decided to give this young man a good lesson so that he can understand how big the gap between ordinary people and you.]

[Maybe this will bring him a little blow, but isn't this exactly what you hope for?]

【Task: Class.】

[Cast a spiritual sword in front of Qi Yun to let him understand your strength.]

【Task time limit: one hour.】

【Task Reward: Sword Spirit.】

[Punishment of failure: Randomly deduct a little attribute.]

After the mission was triggered, Lin Qianjun looked at Qi Yun and said, "Go to the sword-making room with me."

"What are you doing?" Qi Yun said with a hint of surprise in his expression.

"Let's go!" Lin Qianjun grabbed Qi Yun's hand.

"No, I won't go!!" Qi Yun struggled for a while, and found that he could not escape Lin Qianjun's wrist. He immediately said in fear: "Come here, save me!"

Lin Qianjun didn't care about Qi Yun's wishes and directly pointed his sword at him. Then, he couldn't help but talk more and lit his mute hole.

After doing all this, Lin Qianjun grabbed Qi Yun and headed towards the sword-making room.

Qi Yun was already a little regretful when he was grabbed by Lin Qianjun.

He shouldn't have run over alone without listening to his master's advice.

Now that it falls into Lin Qianjun's hands, what if he is angry and angry and kills him directly?

The complicated thoughts in my mind were changing, but Lin Qianjun had already brought him to the sword-casting room.

Lin Qianjun placed Qi Yun on the edge of the casting platform and found that Qi Yun was blinking. He was afraid that he would not be able to see the details clearly when he blinked, so he found two wooden sticks to directly hold his upper and lower eyelids.

Qi Yun had tears in his eyes, and he had no idea what Lin Qianjun was going to do.

At this time, Lin Qianjun had already begun to forge a sword.
To be continued...