Time passed minute by minute, and before I knew it, night fell, and on the street from the fire casting workshop group, the lights were on, and from time to time there were fireworks rising, reflecting a piece of sky, which was a workshop caster opening the furnace casting.

In the front yard of Master Jiang's workshop, Qin Mo and others were waiting there, and the group had been sitting for an afternoon, all of them were absent-minded, not interested in talking, and looked at the backyard from time to time.

"Mo Shao, don't worry. The casting time of the ground soldiers is quite long, I am afraid it will be until dawn. Shopkeeper Gong said.

In fact, he said this on his lips, and his heart was quite anxious. Because the weapon being forged in the backyard is a ground soldier!

Countless people may not be able to see a single soldier in their lifetime. And now the backyard of the workshop is to cast a piece of ground soldiers, once Master Jiang succeeds, it will be a grand occasion, I am afraid it will alarm the entire main city of Xiling.

And Shopkeeper Gong can be a witness as a witness, it will be an honor!

Qin Mo smiled bitterly and shook his head, it was true that he was in a calm mood, but at this moment, how could he calm down, if he really succeeded in casting a ground-level divine sword, his strength would take a leap.

Now, Qin Mo has a clear understanding of the importance of a sword. If you have a ground soldier in your hand, you can complete the power of the sword soul, exert the full power of the supreme killing sword, and maybe even have a bonus.

At that time, Qin Mo would have an extremely terrifying killer weapon, and his power would be close to that of the Innate Grandmaster.

Moreover, returning to the Thousand Yuan Sect this time, soon after, he will have to participate in the trial of the Blood and Bone Swamp, and with the ground soldiers in hand, it is undoubtedly much safer.

"Don't worry, Senior Brother Mo, you will definitely be able to forge an Earth Soldier Divine Sword!" Zuo Xitian nodded affirmatively and said.

Dong Shenghai and Heng Bufan also nodded, they very much hoped that a land soldier would be born.

Qin Mo smiled, a warmth flowed through his heart, although these three teenagers were a little squirming, but their hearts were excellent, and they didn't know why they were so annoyed in the Thousand Yuan Sect.

Perhaps, this is the way things are in the world, without strong strength as the foundation, everything is empty talk.

"Stinky boy, aren't you worried? Hmph, the casting of a ground soldier is quite difficult, and the caster surnamed Jiang said that he is guaranteed to be fifty percent sure. In fact, it is only two results, success and unsuccess, success is ten percent, and failure is nonsense!"

Yin Cheng's heart sound sounded at the right time, and Qin Mo rolled his eyes when he heard it, this fox is really annoying, and he likes to block his heart when he has nothing to do.

At this moment, Master Jiang's shout came from a distance in the backyard, signaling Qin Mo to hurry over, and the sword forging was already in the final stage.

Hearing this, Qin Mo did not hesitate, and flew towards the backyard, as soon as he stepped into the courtyard, he felt a rolling heat wave rushing towards his face, and the blue flames circulating in the air, as if he wanted to burn the space.

In the backyard, there are ten black furnaces, nine small ones on the edges, and a large black furnace in the center.

Nine blue flames erupted from the nine small black furnaces around it, like nine blue flame snakes, into the large casting furnace in the center.

The terrifying heat was pervasive, and even standing at the edge of the courtyard, Qin Mo felt scorching. This is still because he has a fighting holy body, and if he changes to other great martial artists, I am afraid that he will not be able to stay for a moment, and he will have to return on the spot.

On the other side, Master Jiang was standing at the other end of the backyard, manipulating the casting process.

Previously, Master Jiang had mentioned that the reason why he was fifty percent sure that he was able to cast a ground soldier was because he had created a special casting technique in the past ten years - the Ten Furnace Casting Technique!

Compared with the appearance of the day, Master Jiang was already scorched black at this time, his hair was already yellow and scorched, and his robe was only half broken, but he was in high spirits.

"Brother Mo, the next step is the final stage of sword casting, you have to condense a drop of essence blood and brand it into the sword. In this way, the moment the sword is forged, the sword will automatically recognize you as the master. ”

"As for whether you can forge a ground soldier, it also depends on your essence blood, the degree of fusion with the sword, and whether the sword itself can be transformed. ”

Master Jiang's expression was solemn, and he quickly described the next steps, not daring to be sloppy. Because, the last step of forging a sword is a critical step, and the quality of the sword and whether it can be cast into a ground soldier all depends on the changes in this step.

Qin Mo nodded, and wrote down the essentials that needed to be paid attention to one by one.

"Ready!" Master Jiang suddenly shouted.

Hearing this, Qin Mo activated his true qi, and his whole body surged with flames, and even mobilized the power of the sword soul in his body to force out a drop of blood from his fingertips.

This drop of blood, glowing with a hint of gold.

"Open the furnace! Burn in the essence of blood!" Master Jiang shouted.

Bang...... With a loud bang, the large casting furnace in the middle opened, the lid of the furnace rose, and in the midst of the blue flames, an object in the shape of a long sword slowly appeared.

Qin Mo didn't hesitate, and with a flick of his fingertips, he shot that drop of blood into the sword body.

The next moment, the sword-shaped object trembled, and a violent sword groan was heard, but the lid of the furnace slammed and closed again, pressing the sword back into the furnace.

Knock knock knock......

For a moment, a violent crashing sound sounded in the large casting furnace, as if a living creature was constantly hitting the furnace wall, trying to break out of the furnace.

The lid of the furnace kept shaking, and the wall of the furnace appeared one bulge after another, and even showed a slight crack, and the whole furnace seemed to last long.

At this time, Master Jiang and Qin Mo stared at the casting furnace, the two of them were very nervous, their bodies were soaked with sweat, and they were also unaware.

......

Meanwhile.

In the front yard of the workshop, a group of uninvited guests came.

A group of guards from Jubaozhai, surrounded by an old man in a black robe, broke through the door with great momentum.

Immediately behind, there was also a Xiling Guard, led by a man with iron armor and a sword, and between the steps, the dragon walked and the tiger walked, exuding a fierce momentum, enveloping the entire front yard.

"Shopkeeper Feng!?" Shopkeeper Gong's face changed, and he recognized the identity of the old man in the black robe, this was the Shopkeeper Feng of the Jubaozhai branch in the main city of Xiling.

Standing at the door of the front yard, the shopkeeper Feng was dressed in a black robe, wearing a gold-tailed shawl, with high cheekbones, slender eyebrows, and a noble posture.

"This is the casting workshop that we allocated to the surname Jiang ten years ago? Such a unique environment, but allocated to a waste. In the past ten years, has the surname Jiang ever cast a Xuan-level treasure?"

Looking around the workshop, the shopkeeper Feng Da's eyes were very calm, and he slowly opened his mouth and asked left and right. As for the shopkeeper Gong and the others in front, they were completely ignored by him.

Next to him, a middle-aged man with triangular eyes stepped forward to report on Master Jiang's achievements in the past ten years, and between his words, he slandered him for nothing, as if he was not talking about a caster, but about a pig, which occupied this workshop for ten years.

Ahead, Dong Shenghai, Heng Bufan, and Zuo Xitian clenched their fists, and the three teenagers gritted their teeth when they heard it, and they also recognized the middle-aged man in the triangle eye, who was the guy who troubled Master Jiang last time in the workshop.

After a long time, the middle-aged man in the triangle finally ended his report, if he hadn't seen Master Jiang, just listening to this report, it was estimated that Master Jiang was not much better than a pig, and it was completely dependent on the relationship of the previous shopkeeper that he was assigned to this casting workshop.

At this time, the shopkeeper Feng turned his head, looked at the officer with the iron armor and saber, and said, "Captain Song, you are responsible for the security of the area from the fire casting workshop, we want to clean up here, and please approve it!"

"Ai, the shopkeeper Feng. What are you talking about, since there is a black sheep in your Jubaozhai branch, how you want to deal with it, it should be. If you need manpower, my subordinates can help. The officer, Captain Song, responded with a smile.

In the middle of the front yard, Zuo Xitian's lungs exploded when they heard it, and these bastards sang and harmonized, just wanting Master Jiang to roll up and leave. However, it is too shameless to reverse black and white like this, and to say that Master Jiang is so unbearable.

"Master Feng, please wait a minute! Master Jiang is in the backyard, carrying out an extremely important casting, everything will be said after he is finished. Shopkeeper Gong stepped forward, bowed, and spoke.

At this time, Shopkeeper Feng turned his gaze, as if he had just seen Shopkeeper Gong, and smiled coldly: "I know you, Deacon Gong." A few days ago, I got a report that you acquired a batch of Xuanbao at the dock of the reef sea, and achieved amazing results. Originally, I wanted to promote you. But I didn't expect that you would be in the company of the surnamed Jiang, and I doubt that the person surnamed Jiang has occupied this workshop for ten years, and it is also related to you. ”

As for Deacon Gong, I'm afraid that your promotion to archdeacon will be postponed. Shopkeeper Feng sneered indifferently and motioned for the guards to step forward and take people.

"You ......"

Shopkeeper Gong was shocked and angry, he couldn't imagine that Shopkeeper Feng, as the director of the main city branch, acted so unreasonably, arrogantly, and deceitfully.

At this time, the three teenagers of Dongshenghai were also surrounded, and the three of them had very cold faces, and took out a large handful of array flags, ready to teach these bastards a painful lesson.

Suddenly, from the direction of the backyard, a loud noise suddenly sounded, and a violent wave of air surged, rolling a group of Jubao Zhai guards on the ground.