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

Nie Fangsheng held an iron hammer in one hand and refined iron in the other, talking about forging and casting techniques in detail.

With the sound of clanging knocks, a long sword crumpled shape gradually appeared in his hand, beautiful and sharp, although it had not yet been fully cast, it had already released a strong killing intent.

And the young disciples in front of them also let out an exclamation from time to time, admiring Nie Fangsheng's sword-forging skills.

Not only them, but even Mu Hanyan was a little fascinated, it turned out that this is the real sword-casting technique, this technique, this process, is simply wonderful.

Compared with Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting technique, her previous sword-casting technique was purely iron-striking, oh no, it was a humiliation to say that iron-striking was a blacksmith.

Soon, Nie Fangsheng completed the two steps of forging swords and forging bones, and began to sharpen and cultivate his spirit. I was afraid that it would be difficult for everyone to comprehend so much for a while, so he didn't explain these two steps in detail.

Like this kind of mass-built military sword, of course, it is impossible to sharpen a sword in ten years, let alone use the cloud wash sword pool to sharpen it slowly, the so-called cultivation of the gods, is only talking about the charm of the murder weapon of the killing war, not the cultivation of spiritual thoughts.

However, relying on that exquisite casting technique, the moment the Blood Guts Sword was cast, it still emitted a pleasant trembling sound, which made people feel palpitating.

"Good sword!" all the disciples exclaimed in unison.

Mu Hanyan was no exception, seeing such a sword-casting technique, she finally knew what it was to be outside the world, no wonder Nie Fangsheng was known as the number one sword-casting master in Longyan Academy, this method was indeed good.

"Bang!" When everyone was full of emotion, Nie Fangsheng suddenly smashed the iron hammer in his hand and looked at the crowd with an angry face.

Everyone was shocked, could it be that just now they couldn't help but sigh and disturb Master Nie's sword forging and make him angry?

Looking at Nie Fangsheng with an angry face, the disciples below were in awe, and they didn't even dare to take an extra breath of the atmosphere.

"Mu Hanyan, you look down on my sword-forging technique!" When they were nervous, Nie Fangsheng suddenly asked angrily.

"Me?" Mu Hanyan frowned.

She has been concentrating on watching Nie Fangsheng forge swords, and she didn't even open her mouth when others couldn't help but sigh, but now she said that she looked down on Nie Fangsheng's swordsmanship?

Hehe, are you still here? Mu Hanyan sneered twice. This Nie Fangsheng really won't be so clear about public and private, this is to be angry for Qiu Yongsheng.

"I have worked tirelessly to pass on your sword-forging technique, but you are actually half-hearted, clearly not taking my sword-forging technique seriously, if you don't want to learn it, get out of here!" Nie Fangsheng scolded.

"Master Nie, I'm obviously concentrating on watching you forge swords and learn the art of sword casting, but you want to say that I'm half-hearted. Mu Hanyan's eyes turned cold, "What is the reason why you said this?" Mu Hanyan's tone was a little meaningful.

In fact, she didn't have to learn sword casting skills, if Nie Fangsheng had to make things difficult for her, it would be a big deal not to learn it, but she was slandered for no reason and was kicked out of the sword casting hall, Mu Hanyan couldn't accept it, she was never a bully. She just wanted to keep a low profile and study hard, why did someone always provoke her. The provocation succeeded, but every time the provocation failed, why are these people still obsessed? What if this Nie Fangsheng is a mentor? Who has she ever feared!

"Okay, you said that you are concentrating on learning the art of sword casting, then I just cast and forged bones, and shared twelve techniques, you can tell me, what are these twelve techniques, and what are the tricks?" Nie Fangsheng smiled coldly and continued.

Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan, either with pity, sympathy, or schadenfreude.

If Nie Fangsheng angrily scolded Mu Hanyan just now, they were still a little inexplicable, then now, the fool can see that he is deliberately making things difficult for Mu Hanyan.

They were also fascinated by Nie Fangsheng's sword-forging technique just now, and they sighed that it was too late, how could they be distracted to memorize his twelve techniques, not to mention his tricks, they couldn't even remember the twelve techniques.

They are all like this, how can Mu Hanyan be an exception.

And those disciples who had joined the academy for many years shook their heads secretly, as far as they knew, Nie Fangsheng taught the art of sword casting, usually only one step at a time, no more than six techniques, but today he cast a blood gall sword in one go, and talked about two steps for a total of twelve techniques.

At first, they thought that he intended to show his skills and establish his prestige in front of the new disciples, but now they realized that he was deliberately looking for an opportunity to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan naturally thought of this. She was a little emotional, who said that the limbs are developed and the mind is simple, this big black man has such developed limbs, and his scheming is not bad at all. In order to dig a pit for her, it was quite scheming.

The other disciples all sighed secretly: This Mu Hanyan is really pitiful, it's not good to offend anyone, he actually offended the Qiu family, and this is only the second day of his official admission to the hospital, and he will be kicked out of the Sword Casting Hall.

Tan Yu and the others also looked gloomy, and sighed in their hearts, alas, I didn't expect this Nie Fangsheng to be so despicable, and if the master fell into his hands this time, he would definitely be driven out.

"The method of casting, molten iron, broken gold, quicksilver, hitting the top, casting the edge, casting the handle, and the tricks are ......" When everyone was secretly sighing for Mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly spoke.

The six methods of casting and forging bones, through her mouth, turned out to be word-for-word.

Everyone was dumbfounded, even Nie Fangsheng himself, his mouth was open, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

How is this possible, you must know that he only talked about it once just now, and the speed is extremely fast, and he has also looked at it carefully, Mu Hanyan is focused on his sword-forging technique, and his eyes still show a leisurely look, how can he be distracted and memorize his words word for word.

Recalling that when I used to learn sword-casting by myself, I also listened to the master's detailed lectures three times, and then I remembered it, and in this way, I was also praised by the master as a sword-casting talent that is rare in a century.

Mu Hanyan listened to this once, and then remembered it in his heart, how did he do it?

"Master Nie, I should be not mistaken, right?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and said to Nie Fangsheng.

In fact, just now, even she thought that she was going to be killed by Nie Fangsheng this time, and was about to talk about the method of forging swords that she remembered, when the voice of the Star Illusion Thousand Machines suddenly sounded in her mind: "The method of casting, molten iron, broken gold, quicksilver, hitting the top, casting the edge, casting the handle......"

"You only listened to it once, and you remembered it all?" Mu Hanyan was surprised at that time, and admired the superhuman memory of the Star Fantasy Thousand Machines.