Chapter 1123

Soon, the two disciples pulled the bellows and the fire rose, showing a faint blue color.

Nie Fangsheng, with a hammer in one hand and refined iron in the other, talked about forging and forging while elaborating on casting techniques.

With the sound of jingling, the wrinkled shape of a long sword gradually appeared in his hands. Although it was not completely cast, it had already released a strong sense of killing.

The young disciples in front of him did not always exclaim and admire Nie Fangsheng's sword casting skills.

Not only them, but also mu Hanyan was fascinated. It turns out that this is the real sword casting technique. This technique and craft is simply wonderful.

Compared with Nie Fangsheng's sword casting technique, her former sword casting technique was purely blacksmithing. Oh no, it's humiliating for blacksmiths to say that blacksmithing.

Soon, Nie Fangsheng finished the two steps of casting sword and forging bone, and began to sharpen the edge and nourish the spirit. I'm afraid it's hard for everyone to understand so much, so he didn't explain these two steps in detail.

It's impossible to grind a sword slowly in ten years, let alone sharpen it with cloud wash pool. The so-called cultivation of spirit is only about the charm of the weapon in the war, not the cultivation of spiritual spirit.

However, relying on the exquisite casting technique, the moment the blood gallbladder sword was cast, it still gave out a clear and pleasant trembling sound, which made people feel palpitating.

"What a sword All the disciples exclaimed in unison.

Mu Hanyan is no exception. Seeing this kind of sword casting, she finally knows what it means. No wonder Nie Fangsheng is known as the first master of sword casting in Longyan college. This method is really good.

"Bang!" Just as the crowd was filled with emotion, Nie Fangsheng suddenly hit the hammer with his hand and looked at the crowd with an angry face.

Everyone was surprised. Could you help sighing just now, which disturbed master Nie's sword casting and made him angry?

Looking at Nie Fangsheng with an angry face, all the disciples below were in awe. They didn't even dare to speak more.

"Mu Hanyan, you despise my skill of casting swords!" Just when they were worried, Nie Fangsheng suddenly asked in an angry voice.

"Me?" Mu Hanyan frowned.

But she has been watching Nie Fangsheng's sword casting with all her heart. Even when others couldn't help sighing, she didn't speak. Now she says that she despises Nie Fangsheng's sword casting?

Hehe, are you still here? Mu Hanyan sneered twice in his heart. This Nie Fangsheng, as expected, will not have such a clear distinction between public and private. This is to vent his anger for Qiu Yongsheng.

"I've spared no effort to teach you how to cast swords. You are so ambivalent that you don't pay attention to my skill. If you don't want to learn it, get out of here!" Nie Fangsheng scolded.

"Master Nie, I'm watching you casting swords and learning how to cast swords. You should say that I'm half hearted." Mu Hanyan's eyes went on coldly, "what's the reason for you to say this?" Mu Hanyan's tone is meaningful.

In fact, she doesn't have to learn sword casting. If Nie Fangsheng has to make trouble for her, it's a big deal not to learn. However, she is slandered and driven out of the sword casting hall for no reason. Mu Hanyan can't accept it. She has never been a bully. She just wants to study hard and keep a low profile when she enters the college. Why does someone always challenge her. Even if the provocation succeeds, but every time the provocation fails, why are these people still stubborn? How about Nie Fangsheng as a tutor? Who was she afraid of!

"Well, you said that you were concentrating on learning the skill of casting swords. I just used 12 kinds of techniques to cast and forge bones. Please tell me what these 12 techniques are and what are their tricks?" Nie Fangsheng said with a cold smile.

Everyone looked at the cold smoke, or pity, or sympathy, or schadenfreude.

If just now Nie Fangsheng angrily denounced mu Hanyan, they are still a little confused, then now, the fool can see that he deliberately made mu Hanyan difficult.

Just now, they were also fascinated by Nie Fangsheng's sword casting skills. They were too late to use them to memorize his twelve techniques. Let alone the tricks, they couldn't remember them clearly.

They are all like this, and there is no exception.

Those disciples who have been in the college for many years even shake their heads secretly. As far as they know, Nie Fangsheng only talks about one step at a time, no more than six techniques at most. Today, he casts a bloody sword in one breath, two steps, a total of 12 techniques.

At first, they thought that he intended to show his skills and establish prestige in front of new disciples. Now they know that he was deliberately looking for opportunities to make mu Hanyan difficult.

Mu Hanyan naturally thought of this. She had some feelings. Who said that she had developed limbs and simple mind? This big black man had developed limbs and was not bad at all. In order to dig a hole for her, it took a lot of effort.

The other disciples sighed secretly: this mu Hanyan is really pitiful. He offended the Qiu family. He was officially admitted to the hospital. The next day, he will be driven out of the sword casting hall.

Tan Yu and others also look gloomy. They sigh in their hearts. Alas, I didn't expect that Nie Fangsheng was so mean. This time, master fell into his hands, and he must be driven out."The method of casting is to melt iron, to break gold, to flow silver, to hit the top, to cast the front, to cast the handle, and so on." Just when everyone secretly sighs for mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly says.

Six methods of casting and six methods of forging bones, which she said, were not bad at all.

All the people were stunned, even Nie Fangsheng himself, with his mouth open, could not say a word for a while.

How can this be? You know, he just said it once, and it's very fast. Besides, he also read it carefully. Mu Hanyan was absorbed in his sword casting skill, and his eyes also showed a leisurely look. How can he be distracted and remember his words without missing a word.

Looking back on the days when I learned sword casting, I had to listen to master's three times, and then I kept it in mind. In this way, I was praised by master as a rare sword casting wizard in a hundred years.

Mu Hanyan listened to it like this and kept it in mind. How did he do it?

"Master Nie, should I remember correctly?" Mu Hanyan smiles and says to Nie Fangsheng.

In fact, just now, even she thought that she was going to be killed by Nie Fangsheng. When she was about to tell her how to cast sword, she suddenly heard the voice of "casting method, melting iron, breaking gold, flowing silver, striking the top, casting the front, casting the handle..."

"You only heard it once, and you remember it all?" At that time, mu Hanyan was surprised and admired the memory of star fantasy thousand machine Superman.

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