Chapter 785

Think of it and do it!

Thinking of the flying sword, Ye Feng's mana received it, put the silver needle into the storage ring, and drove to the grocery market with one foot of gas.

After a while, he came out of the grocery market with a pile of blacksmith's articles and headed for the Courtyard Villa.

Jiang Yixue and he came back from Yudu in a hurry, so Wang's mother was still on holiday, and the villa was very lonely.

However, this is also in line with Ye Feng's intention. He took off his coat and took out the blacksmith's articles from the trunk. Then he built a forge furnace in the middle of the yard.

When all the charcoal was burned up, and the fire was red, Ye Feng used the spirit stone to set a fire array around him.

In this scene, if other ancient warriors saw Ye Feng beating iron with the spirit stone they had been dreaming of, they would surely blame Ye Feng, which was an act of outrage.

But for Ye Feng, a few spirit stones and flying swords are not worth mentioning.

What's more, in the valley of death, there is a whole spiritual vein waiting for him to excavate. What's the use of a few spirit stones at the moment.

After the fire burned up, Ye Feng threw the ten thousand year cold iron and star shaped steel into the fire, and when they melted into a ball, he began to shake it with a hammer.

Forging iron is a hard work. Only by hammering hard can the impurities in the material be broken and the flame be burned.

The most important thing for Ye Feng, who just broke through, is his strength. The hammer weighing 40-50 Jin is in his hand, which is as easy as a child's toy.

In the blink of an eye, there was a jingling sound in the courtyard.

When he hit the spring, Ye Feng felt hot and dry all over, so he took off his coat completely, dressed in the upper body, and vigorously waved the hammer. He smashed the molten iron melted by Wannian cold iron and star shaped steel, smashing it into the prototype of flying sword.

Squeak!

But just when Ye Feng was in full swing, the door of the guest room suddenly opened, and Wei Qingxuan, a slender woman in silk pajamas, came out of the room with a look of displeasure on her face.

"Ah, what are you doing here?"

When he pushed the door and saw Ye Feng smashing the iron with his bare arm, Wei Qingxuan was sleepy and widened his eyes.

Why is this woman here?

Ye Feng was startled when he heard the speech. He almost didn't throw the hammer out. After seeing that it was Wei Qingxuan, he chuckled: "you shouldn't ask me this sentence. I should ask you, right. If the master is not at home, you go to sleep in someone else's house. Is that a thief? "

At the moment of speaking, Ye Feng's eyes can't help but shine.

The light pressed silk pajamas, worn on Wei Qingxuan's body, set off her perfect and beautiful figure, which is rare in the world, especially the two groups that are ready to emerge, which makes people feel very excited.

"Hum, before you appear, I have the key to the house of Yi Xue. As long as I want to sleep here, I can come at any time!"

Wei Qingxuan turned her lips in disdain, then looked at Ye Feng and said, "do you have the strength to make iron in this place?"

"If you have the strength and no place to use it, just keep your eyes open!"

Ye Feng grinned, swung the hammer and smashed it.

"Just look, I don't believe you can make a flower out of this pool of molten iron!" Wei Qingxuan grunts, turns back to the room, puts on a down jacket, leans against the door, and stares at Ye Feng with a good expression.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

With a heavy blow, countless impurities turned into Mars and flew out of the molten iron.

However, the material of Wannian cold iron and star shaped steel is special, which is far from that of ordinary iron. It is not easy to melt it. It is even more difficult to forge it into shape. Even though Ye Feng has great strength and can be hammered, he still has a layer of sweat on his body.

But he didn't sweat. When he was sweating, Wei Qingxuan's face was slightly hot.

Iron making can be said to be the most able to highlight the masculine charm of men, especially Ye Feng at the moment, with his bare arms, and his well-defined muscles are covered with beads of sweat, which shows the unique masculinity of men to an incomparable degree.

Such a man is a real man. Those little fresh meat on TV are just vases!

Seeing Ye Feng's sweat splashing with Mars, Wei Qingxuan, who has always been a purist, did not feel nauseous. On the contrary, she felt that there was a strange beauty in front of her that made her eyes unable to move away.

With hammering, impurities in Wannian cold iron and star shaped steel were eliminated and purified.

And that pool of molten iron, also gradually appeared the rudiment of sharp sword.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng throws the hammer in his hand, and then runs his mana. He starts to sketch the array pattern inside the sword body carefully.

The existence of array pattern is the biggest difference between flying sword and ordinary sharp sword.

Without the array pattern, adding more precious refining materials can only make it sharper. But with the array pattern, a flying sword can become magical from the mundane, like the ape man who learned to walk upright from crawling.With the addition of array patterns, the prototype of flying sword becomes more and more clear, and the molten iron that forms the prototype of flying sword becomes more and more clear. Although it is not cut, it gives out a sharp feeling.

How is his sword completely different from the one he has seen before?!

Wei Qingxuan looks at Ye Feng with her hand hanging on the prototype of the flying sword. Her eyes are full of bewilderment. She doesn't understand why with the change of Ye Feng's hands, the sword embryo changes so greatly.

Depicting the array, whether it is to the mana, or to the mind, consumes a lot.

Just half an hour later, even Ye Feng was tired and pale, and his magic power was empty.

But his eyes were more and more excited, because he knew that his flying sword was coming soon.

Zheng!

Another half an hour later, the sword embryo suddenly gave out a clear chattering sound. In a flash, all the coals in the furnace were extinguished, and a two foot long flying sword gradually took shape.

Without thinking, Ye Feng suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the flying sword.

Hiss!

With the sound of water being burned by high temperature, the flying sword in the iron stove suddenly flew up and suspended in front of Ye Feng's eyes. The silver white body of the sword gave out a brilliant silver light.

And that light is not dead, but like a living thing in the huff and puff.

This What's going on How can the sword fly by itself

Wei Qingxuan felt that she was rational and her brain would stop spinning. She kept rubbing her eyes to confirm that what she saw was not an illusion, but what was happening.

"Come on

Ye Feng hands a move, the flying sword immediately fell in his palm.

The two touch each other, and a feeling of blood fusion suddenly rises from Ye Feng's heart. What he holds in his hand is not a sharp sword made of metal, but a part of the arm extending out!