Chapter 52

"Shifu, it seems that his beating is a real classic method. This kind of rhythm, the invisible artistic conception, actually makes me have a sense of Epiphany, which can't be achieved by random beating." Looking at the south wind beat every hammer, Xiuying shock said.

Wuyang did not immediately answer Xiuying's words, but stares at Nanfeng's beating track, and feels the rhythm and artistic conception of Nanfeng's beating.

The more you feel, the more shocked you are in Wuyang's eyes.

Xuezong, who has a lot of casters and two half step casters, has experienced the rhythm and artistic conception of the half step caster during her Yang dance. It seems that the rhythm and artistic conception brought by the south wind are not perfect.

"How is that possible?" Feel this, Wuyang heart can not be set channel.

In addition, to bring out the rhythm and artistic conception of the law, is absolutely a treasure.

But without spiritual pulse, how to cultivate the Scripture?

A series of questions appear in Wuyang's mind, of course, under the question is more shock and unbelievable.

At this moment, even if they were curious again, Xiuying and Wuyang didn't disturb Nanfeng, because this kind of process is the most taboo. Moreover, the rhythm and artistic conception of beating can make them feel a little.

At this time, Nanfeng fell into this rhythm and artistic conception, into a mysterious state, so that he did not know what he was doing.

In this mysterious state, Nanfeng's understanding of the method of swallowing is deepening, and it is also toward the power of Qi.

The three powerful forces of Qi, meaning and heart need to be understood in epiphany and artistic conception

Although he fell into the artistic conception, Nanfeng's whole body movement did not stop, and even beat better, which was more like a master of casting.

As you can see, on the red blade iron, after each beating, there was a black spark. The black spark was nothing else but the impurity in the blade iron.

Following the thumping method of swallowing, Nanfeng thumped again and again, and entered a really selfless posture.

It wasn't until after the fourteenth beating that Nanfeng stopped and woke up from the rhythm and artistic conception. At this moment, the knife iron on the grindstone has become a real knife.

"Hoo! It's a pity just now. That kind of rhythm and artistic conception almost made me understand the power of Qi. " Open that don't know when already closed eyes, south wind a little pity way.

After all, the understanding of the power of Qi can't be successful overnight, otherwise, countless warriors won't stop at the door.

The next moment, Nanfeng's eyes are looking at his first cast weapons.

This knife is very good. It's crystal clear and has a sharp smell everywhere. It seems that you can smell out that there is no impurity in the body of the knife when you ask with your nose.

At the same time, Nanfeng also saw Wuyang and Xiuying.

"Master, younger martial sister, how about this knife I made?" Nanfeng is very excited, because he thinks this knife is good.

Wuyang and Xiuying came over, and the shock in their eyes didn't recede.

They put their eyes on the knife. Wuyang picked up the knife and flicked it slightly to check its quality and rank.

"Hoo! Nanfeng, are you sure this is your first casting After determining the grade and quality of the knife, Wuyang took a deep breath and asked repeatedly.

"Master, that's right, isn't it?" Asked Nanfeng.

Xiuying is looking forward to Wuyang in the hands of the knife, want to know how.

Hearing Nanfeng's definite answer, Wuyang's eyes were already shaking, even at a loss.

"This Dao surpasses all ordinary weapons and reaches the level of half step weapon!" Wuyang heavy road, a pair of eyes staring at the south wind, to see through the south wind.

Hearing Wuyang's words, Xiuying grows up and doesn't know what to say.

Nanfeng, however, was disappointed in his eyes. He said, "I'm only half a step away from any weapon. I thought it was a weapon of inferior level."

And hear the words of the south wind, Wuyang and Xiuying immediately want to kill with the eyes, looking at the south wind.

"Nanfeng, it's just the first time that you cast an artifact, and you cast half a step of it. Aren't you satisfied?" Xiuying said fiercely, "I've heard my father say that it's impossible for those casting talents with high star spirit pulse to successfully cast half a step of any utensil in one or two years."

"And you, in less than half a day..."

"No! Is there such an exaggeration? " Hear Xiu Ying's words, South breeze tiny way.

"Xiuying is right. It took at least a year for those casting talents of Xuezong to reach your level when they started casting." Wu Yang said.

At this moment, Wuyang heart has been covered with endless waves, may not be calm for a long time.

Because how could she think that her disciple was still a genius of casting utensils.Caster, in this world of the jungle, is one of the only two professions that can break the rule of respecting the strong.

As for another profession, of course, it's alchemist.

"Haha, according to that, I'm still a top genius on the casting road." Nanfeng said to himself that his eyes were full of splendor. He seemed to have seen that he would be the Supreme Master of casting tools in the future, and he was respected by countless people.

"Hey, younger martial sister, you can flatter your elder martial brother and me better in the future!"

At the same time, Nanfeng did not forget to tease Xiuying.

"Hum!" Xiuying hums coldly at Nanfeng's teasing

"Don't be proud. In the world of casting, there are countless disciples who are stuck in this half step ordinary casting master, and they will never become a real ordinary casting master." Looking at the proud look of Nanfeng, Wuyang said solemnly.

"Master, I see." The south wind blows slightly.

"Nanfeng, how did you learn the treasure book?" Can't help but wonder, Xiuying asked.

"Younger martial sister, you don't understand. There are some skills in the world that are suitable for those who don't have Lingmai martial arts. Naturally, there are treasures that are suitable for those who don't have Lingmai martial arts." Nanfeng laughs.

"I'm very lucky to be your elder martial brother. I've got such skills and treasures."

"Master Do you have any? " Hearing the south wind, Xiuying looks at Wuyang.

And Wu Yang is to shake head, tiny way, "perhaps have!"

However, the two did not ask, because they knew that this was the secret of Nanfeng.

"Nanfeng, you'd better not let anyone know about the casting. After all, you have no spiritual pulse." The next moment, Wuyang again told the way.

"Master, I understand!" Nanfeng nodded.

"The way of casting utensils, even if it's a genius, also needs to learn the experience of beating. Tomorrow I'll take you to visit a senior of Xuezong."