Elder Yan took the sword wood handed over by Jiutian and was a little speechless. He has worked in the Sword Coming Pavilion for so many years, except when he was an apprentice at the beginning, he has never opened this kind of deformed sword wood.

Someone snorted and laughed, and teased, "Elder Yan, you have to help this young man open it well, maybe you can open a sword." ”

Jiutian glanced at this person, thinking that you can pinch and calculate, you really have a vision.

"Elder Yan, this big brother is right, you have to help me open the sword!"

Yan Lao shook his head angrily, he really didn't know what to say. If it weren't for Chen Yunyang's reasons, he would not have been able to agree to open this kind of sword wood.

This kind of thing is like asking a top chef to boil a pot of boiling water with exquisite cooking skills, the materials are not good, and the golden pot is still boiling water.

Nine Heavens watched the nose and nose and the heart, and was not disturbed by other people's ridicule and ridicule at all. His only worry was that Yan Lao didn't care about it, and he broke his sword wood. Sword-level swords are hard to find, and there are only two of them in the Sword Pavilion, which are collected as treasures of the town store, and occasionally taken out for exhibitions to show the essence of the Sword Pavilion.

Jiutian was still not at ease, and thought about it and said: "Elder Yan, you can be careful to open it, if you are tired, otherwise you can rest and rest, and change someone..."

When Elder Yan heard this, he was so angry that he almost inserted the sword wood in his hand into Jiutian's face, and said angrily: "You are not verbose, you can't open it in the end!

"Okay, okay, you open, you open. Jiutian touched his nose helplessly, it wasn't that he was verbose, if Yan Lao could take out the cautiousness of Zhou Luoluo's sword just now, he would be able to put his mind at ease.

"Store manager, you seem... Very confident?" Chen Yunyang hesitated, she felt that Jiutian's attitude was very different from the usual store manager.

"I've always been lucky. "Nine Heavenly Dao. Just kidding, I'm afraid the value of a sword is worth tens of millions, and no matter how rich he is, it is impossible for him to ignore this number.

Yan Lao snorted coldly and put the sword wood on the bluestone platform. Although the attitude was not good, maybe it was the nine days of long-winded that played a role, and Elder Yan was also afraid, so he really got serious.

But a master of sword wood processing seriously opened his sword at such a sword wood, and this scene made everyone look weird.

Jian Mu is only the size of a palm, even if Yan Lao deals with it seriously, it is actually very fast. The small stove whined, and the flames rose again.

This sword wood is too short, and it is a little longer than an adult's palm, and there is no way to even put it on the stove, so Yan Lao can only use iron tongs to move back and forth on the flame to roast.

The flames beeped, and from time to time small flames jumped out of the stove. When grilling, Chen Yunyang told Jiutian that in fact, this kind of flame is not the ordinary charcoal block that everyone barbecues outdoors. Rather, it is a specific fuel, and the temperature is much higher than that of a normal flame, so that the shell on the surface of the sword wood can be charred.

Two minutes passed.

Suddenly, someone blinked and wondered, "What's going on?"

When Jiutian heard this, his heart suddenly felt a groan, could it be that it was broken? But if he looked closely, he didn't seem to find any problems, and the sword wood was still the same.

However, Yan Lao's expression gradually changed, and he suddenly increased the wind power of the stove. The flames paused for a moment and then became unusually violent, and the flames were almost straight and scorched the swordwood.

However, Kenki still didn't change in any way.

Jiutian blinked, as if he understood what was going on, after being roasted for so long, there was not the slightest trace of charring on the sword wood.

Yan Lao pondered for a moment, his eyes widened suddenly, and then he directly extinguished the stove, turned his head and shouted, "Bring Lan Yan Carbon!"

"You need to use Blue Flame Carbon!" someone was stunned.

Without waiting for two minutes, a middle-aged man hurriedly walked over with a box, and when he opened it, it turned out to be a fist-sized thing, like a spar.

Jiutian was puzzled, and asked the little girl for advice again, and then learned that these blue flame carbon is a very precious fuel, derived from a kind of blue flame wood, and the temperature after burning is enough to melt gold and iron.

"Elder Yan, why do you need to use Blue Flame Carbon?" asked the middle-aged man who came up with Blue Flame Carbon in his arms.

"This time I'm blind, no... It's not just me... Our Sword Coming Pavilion may be about to lose a lot..."Elder Yan didn't look back, his eyes stared at the thin sword wood in front of him, as if there was a flame about to burst out of his eyes.

"What the hell is going on?" the middle-aged man asked anxiously.

However, Yan Lao ignored him anymore, and carefully took out three pieces of Blue Flame Carbon from the box and put them in the furnace.

Clusters of blue flames rose from the furnace, not bursting much. But the amazing heat wave spread in an instant, making everyone feel as if they were under the desert sun, and they began to sweat wildly one by one.

Yan Lao's clothes were soaked with sweat in just two breaths, but a white mist quickly evaporated from the scorching air.

Yan Lao, who was sitting quietly in front of the fire, was unconscious, the expression on his face was solemn and solemn, he picked up the sword wood again, and then quickly threw it into the furnace.

Jiu Tian's sharp eyes saw that the contact of the iron tongs in this short moment had turned red, and there were traces of melting, which was enough to see how amazing the temperature of this blue flame carbon was.

The sword wood was quickly wrapped in blue flames, which were scorched. After a few moments, the surface of the surface finally began to slowly begin to show black char marks.

The iron tongs just now were no longer usable, so Yan Lao asked people to prepare a few iron tongs again and put them next to them.

Every time the tongs reach into the furnace and turn the sword wood over, it will be deformed, and it will have to be replaced with a new one next time.

After nearly half an hour of roasting, the sword wood was finally covered with scorched black marks, and the pitch-black surface was like the blackest ink, without a trace of variegation, and it looked extremely mysterious.

The iron tongs stacked next to Yan Lao looked like a small hill, and the parts of the pliers were all deformed without exception.

This time, Yan Lao once again put the iron tongs in, accurately clamped the sword wood, and then put it on the bluestone platform.

Yan Lao took out the small hammer, his arms were as steady as a mountain, and he didn't see the slightest trembling. Then he raised the hammer high and smashed it down on the sword.

Bite!

With a crisp sound, it was like a pearl falling from the Nine Heavens, falling onto the jade plate in the depths of the Nine Heavens.

The crisp sound lingers in the ears, and the aftermath is sparse and continuous.

At the same time, it seemed that a wave of qi spread out from the pitch-black sword wood, and instead of scorching, there was an icy aura that enveloped everyone's bodies in an instant.

Hiss.

Everyone couldn't help but shudder, looking at this thin sword wood in horror.

What the hell is this?