Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

At this time, Han Muye was clearly a young man wearing a blue cloth robe with a thin face.

The black iron block he held in his hand was extremely heavy.

This is the Guiyuan Iron added to the sword refining to make the sword sharper.

However, Guiyuan Iron is not a precious spiritual material and can only be used to refine the lowest-grade magical weapons.

Swords of this level were commonly seen in Han Muye, the weapon refining hall in Jiuxuan Mountain in Western Xinjiang.

Holding the iron piece in his arms, Han Muye followed the team in front until he walked to a furnace with rising flames.

That furnace was a weapon refining furnace, but it looked rather crude.

In front of the stove, an old man holding a hammer in his hand and covered in fireworks with a sad look on his face was weakly tapping a sword embryo.

In Han Muye's view, the sword embryo had clearly been beaten too hard and could no longer be refined into a sword.

"Release Yuan Tie quickly."

"Here's the black gold, put three pieces."

While beating the black sword embryo, the old man holding the hammer shouted.

The figures holding the spiritual materials all walked to the big stove and put the spiritual materials in their hands into it.

The stove suddenly started burning brightly again.

Han Muye also stepped forward and put the ore in his hand.

After placing the ore, the others walked away one after another. Han Muye did not leave, but found a corner to lean on, and then his eyes fell on the old man holding the hammer.

This old man actually had some skill in refining weapons, but whether it was because of his old age or his uneasiness, he was knocking down one hammer at a time, and it was clear that the sword embryo was no longer ready.

It looks like there is no damage on the outside, but inside, all kinds of spiritual materials are already in a mess.

Such a sword embryo cannot be refined into a real sword.

"How many times did I hit you just now?"

Suddenly, the old man stopped holding the hammer in his hand and looked up at Han Muye in the corner.

The old man's face was gray, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"One thousand three hundred and one."

Han Muye pondered for a moment and then spoke.

These words made the old man's eyes twitch, and an unconcealable light flashed in his eyes.

Lowering his head and continuing to hammer the sword embryo, the old man remained silent.

It wasn't until half an hour later that the old man threw the broken sword embryo to the ground.

"broken."

After saying that, he put down the hammer, turned around and left.

After walking a few steps, the old man turned to look at Han Muye: "Boy, come early tomorrow."

Han Muye didn't know what he meant, but nodded anyway.

Walking down the hillside, several middle-aged men in similar blue cloth robes came up to us: "Brother, the mountain master values ​​​​you. You are going to prosper in the future."

"That's right, the mountain master is a weapon refiner, and you will definitely become a weapon refiner in the future."

The others were also respectful and led Han Muye to a large camp and gave him a separate room.

Han Muye sat cross-legged in the side room, looking forward.

He thought that the Eternal Sword Platform was a place where he challenged the endless swordsmanship with his own swordsmanship and left a legacy, but he did not expect that it turned out to be an illusion.

This illusion is so real that even Han Muye, who has touched the barrier at the level of the Creator, cannot see the illusion in it.

Using such methods, Han Muye also became interested.

In the days to come, he would go to the weapon-refining furnace early in the morning to watch the mountain master refining the weapons.

The mountain owner has been refining a long sword.

A lot of spiritual materials were consumed, and mistakes were made every time when forging the sword embryo.

Later, Han Muye also learned from those handymen that the owner of the mountain was the owner of Broken Sword Mountain and inherited the sword-making skills. This time, he was forging a sword for the Lord of Yunjiang City.

Yunjiang Chengcheng mainly used this sword to fight against Feng Yang Qing, the owner of Fengjian Villa thousands of miles away.

At the beginning, Feng Yangqing was a peerless sword forged by the mountain master, sweeping across the land thousands of miles around.

Within half a year, the spiritual materials sent by the Lord of Yunjiang City were exhausted, and the Mountain Lord's sword still had not been refined.

Han Muye watched for half a year, watching the mountain master use various forging methods to refine the weapon, but the sword always collapsed at the last moment.

"Today is the deadline for sword refining. Let's see how this sword is refined." In front of the stone platform, the mountain master spoke in a low voice, then held up the hammer and continued to forge the sword embryo held by the tongs.

Han Muye watched quietly as the sword embryo slowly took shape, and then the problem of incompatibility of the spiritual material appeared again where it had gone wrong before.

But this time the mountain master did not stop, but quickly hammered the sword embryo.

After a while, the sword embryo took shape. From the appearance, it was an extremely sharp sword, and the sharpness and thickness of the spiritual material were clearly evident.

Moreover, this sword has a faint aura and is clearly of extremely high quality among magical weapons.

Han Muye knew that these were just appearances. In fact, this sword could not carry much power. Once it fought with a strong enemy, the sword would break.

"The sword is ready, take it to your master." The mountain master threw the refined sword towards Han Muye.

Before Han Muye could take it, a figure flew out and grabbed the sword.

The person who took action was clearly the leader who had followed the mountain owner for more than ten years.

The head steward looked at the frowning mountain master with a smile on his face, and then at Han Muye who was standing aside.

"Lord Mountain Lord, it's not that your subordinates betrayed you, it's just that the Lord City Lord gave you too much."

"You took a liking to this kid when he first came here and let him watch you refine weapons every day. But we have been following him for decades, and you didn't even give us a chance to take a look."

"The brothers are all chilled."

The steward laughed and walked away with his sword in hand.

The mountain owner glanced at Han Muye, stretched out his hand, and threw the hammer to him.

"You come."

Han Muye took the hammer and began to refine the sword.

When the sword embryo was about to take shape, the mountain master standing behind him suddenly said: "Gold Hammer."

When Han Muye smashed the hammer head down, he paused suddenly, and the hammer surface rolled on the sword embryo.

A cloud pattern appears.

This is the key secret when refining this sword.

When he raised the hammer again, the mountain master stopped his arm.

"You go."

"Don't come here again."

Throwing the unforged sword embryo to Han Muye, the mountain master turned around and left.

Han Muye looked at the sword embryo in his hand, with a hint of curiosity on his face.

Ten days later, news came that the city lord of Yunjiang City and Feng Yangqing fought hundreds of moves, and their swords broke and they were defeated.

Three days later, the Yunjiang City army set foot on Broken Sword Mountain.

Han Muye looked at the fire rising on Broken Sword Mountain, then looked at the sword in his hand, and felt some clarity in his heart.

The sword is double-edged, hurting others and hurting yourself.

He set foot on Broken Sword Mountain again, and all the barracks had been demolished.

The motley soldiers are chasing down the servants and apprentices in Broken Sword Mountain.

"who!"

"Take it!"

Several figures ran towards Han Muye.

Han Muye raised the unfinished sword embryo in his hand and shouted: "I want to see the city lord."

"This is the real sword."

Sword?

The soldiers didn't believe it and came forward with swords and guns.

Han Muye slashed out the sword embryo in his hand, and all the swords and spears were cut off.

The soldiers looked at Han Muye in horror.

Within a moment, Han Muye was led to a short-bearded middle-aged man wearing light armor.

Not far away, the dusty mountain master was escorted by several soldiers and knelt down beside the collapsed furnace.

"His name is Han Muye, and he is the apprentice valued by the mountain master!"

"He knows how to refine weapons. Even the mountain master lets him watch when he refines swords."

"The sword in his hand must have been refined by the mountain master."

The servants with swords and guns pressed against their vests were panicking and shouting.

The light-armored middle-aged man's eyes fell on the sword embryo in Han Muye's hand, and his eyes narrowed.

"Where did this sword embryo come from?" (End of Chapter)