Yan Lao's eyes widened, and his lips trembled. He already had a premonition of what kind of quality this humble sword wood was.

Everyone noticed the extraordinaryness of this sword wood, even the spirit sword of Zhou Luoluo just now, there was no such sight and feeling.

Therefore, this sword wood is at least a spirit sword-level sword wood, and it is definitely not worse than Zhou Luoluo's. Two spirit swords were released in one day, which made everyone feel incredible. When did the Spirit Sword appear so easily?

Zhou Luoluo's face was extremely ugly, as if he had eaten a dead mouse raw.

Someone next to him comforted him: "Don't worry about Zhou Shao, even if it is a spirit sword, it is also a deformed spirit sword, and the value cannot be compared with yours at all, and in the end, you win." ”

These words made Zhou Luoluo feel reasonable, and his face softened a lot.

Elder Yan's attitude was completely different from before, and his face showed a fanatical expression like a devout disciple. People who can go to the top in an industry all have such beliefs and attitudes.

The hammer continued to fall, and Yan Lao's movements were as gentle as a young girl, gently tapping the sword body, knocking off the scorched black on it little by little.

Wisps of light shone through the cracked darkness.

And the cold aura around him became more and more intense. Even the heat of the blue flame carbon could not stop this chilling meaning that seemed to pierce the marrow of a person's bones.

It's not physical cold, it's more like some peerless assassin hiding in the dark, treating you as a prey, and the cold and resolute killing intent makes people tremble.

Even if this feeling of hot and cold is extremely uncomfortable, no one wants to leave at this time, everyone knows that they will witness the birth of an incredible sword wood. This is a great honor for any sword lover or practitioner.

Little by little, the charcoal on the sword wood disappeared, and more of the sword body revealed its color from the pitch black.

The smooth mirror-like metallic texture increases little by little. This metallized texture is simply perfect, and it is completely unimaginable that this is nature, the growth of a spiritual plant.

Another half inch of coke peeled off, and some mysterious, lines of varying thicknesses began to appear. These lines wind on the body of the sword, layered on top of each other, looking extremely complex and having a certain special charm.

The appearance of these spirit patterns undoubtedly indicates that this sword wood is a spirit sword.

The cold breath became more and more intense.

Jiutian couldn't help but take a few steps back, unable to bear the feeling anymore. He had to admire Yan Lao's resilience. Between the fiery heat of the blue flame carbon and the coldness of the sword wood, where is the most uncomfortable place. However, Yan Lao's palm holding the hammer did not tremble in the slightest.

Time passed little by little, and the sword wood was left with less than half an inch of pitch blackness that had not yet peeled off.

"Prepare chicken blood, snake blood, turtle blood, lynx blood and a jade bowl for me!" Yan Lao snorted.

Soon someone took the order and left, except for the rare lynx blood, everything else was very common.

"What is this for?" asked the nine heavens.

"This is a supreme sword that needs to be fed with blood. The first birth requires blood to feed. You don't want to be idle, you also need your own blood later, you need to familiarize it with your breath. Elder Yan explained.

After that, he stared at Jiutian with a complicated expression, he already knew the true quality of this sword wood, but the result was too amazing, and he didn't reveal it for the time being.

Jiutian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, he didn't expect this sword wood to blow up the sky so much, and he even needed to use blood to neutralize the fierceness. He couldn't help but wonder if he could really control this sword?

The energy of the Sword Pavilion, perhaps he had experienced such a situation before, so in just five minutes, someone had already collected the four kinds of blood and sent it over. There is enough bottle of each.

Yan Lao took the jade bowl and poured the four kinds of blood into it in order, and the smell of blood in this hot environment soon emitted an amazing smell, and many people subconsciously covered their noses.

"Come here. Yan Lao beckoned to the nine heavens.

Jiutian obediently ran over, looked at the blood in the jade bowl, and then took the knife in front of him, and cut it at his wrist with a gritted tooth.

Yan Lao was shocked, snatched the knife, and shouted: "Why are you, don't commit suicide here!"

"Isn't it blood?" Jiutian sneered.

"Then you don't need to cut your wrists! three drops are enough!" Yan Lao was speechless.

Then why are you putting a knife! Jiutian also felt helpless, he couldn't blame him, Yan Lao didn't make it clear, he thought he wanted at least one bottle.

made a fuss, even Jiutian felt a little embarrassed that he was quite thick-skinned. Hurriedly pierced his fingertips and squeezed three drops of blood inside.

After finishing this, Yan Lao immediately waved him back into the crowd.

Yan Lao's face was unprecedentedly solemn, and he held the hammer and hammered it towards the tip of the sword.

Clouds of black powder kept falling.

A hammer.

Two hammers.

Three hammers.

Finally, after a fall, the black scorch marks were completely reported, and the entire sword wood was completely presented in front of everyone's eyes.

In an instant, the cold and cold breath suddenly became several times stronger, and in the scorching summer, the fire could not bring the slightest warmth.

However, before everyone could take a closer look, Elder Yan put the entire sword wood into the jade bowl full of blood with lightning speed.

The jade bowl was large enough to fit the entire sword wood. The blood inside immediately began to boil, and then began to decrease at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In just a few breaths, the blood in the jade bowl disappeared completely, and the entire jade bowl was smooth and tidy, and there were no blood stains on the inner wall.

Jian Mu lay quietly at the bottom of the bowl, delicate, and there was no longer the cold feeling before.

When this sword wood was presented in its entirety, everyone was moved. This sword... No... Perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a short dagger.

The dagger was as smooth as a mirror, and the spirit patterns on it were combined to form a vivid little snake, wrapped around the entire sword, lifelike. The snake letter that the little snake spits out is exactly where the tip of the dagger is.

There is no doubt that this is definitely a top-notch sword wood, although it is not a conventional sword type, but the dagger is also a weapon, and there is no distinction between high and low, so it is naturally not a deformity. I thought it was just that the shell on the sword wood was a little deformed.

"So, is Elder Yan also a spirit sword?" someone asked.

"Spirit Sword. No, it's not a spirit sword. Elder Yan shook his head without hesitation.

Zhou Luoluo, who had a heart in his throat, was suddenly overjoyed, and was about to speak when he heard the conclusion of Yan Lao's follow-up.

"This is a sword! It's hard to make a sword in ten years!"