Chapter 1123: 1124 Wanting to Be Slapped in the Face

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

Nie Fangsheng held a hammer in one hand and a fine iron in the other, while talking about forging and casting techniques.

With the sound of tinkling percussion, a long sword wrinkled gradually appeared in his hand. The shape was graceful and sharp, although it had not been completely cast, it had already released a strong killing intent.

And the young disciples in front of them didn't exclaim, admiring Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting skills.

Not only them, but even Mu Hanyan was fascinated by it. It turned out that this is the real sword casting technique. This technique and craftsmanship are simply amazing.

Compared with Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting skills, her previous sword-casting skills were purely forging iron.

Soon, Nie Fangsheng completed the two steps of forging swords and forging bones, and then began to sharpen his edge and rest his mind. Afraid that it would be difficult for everyone to comprehend so much at one time, he did not explain these two steps in detail.

Military sabres like this are built in batches, of course, it is impossible to slowly sharpen a sword for ten years, and it is even more impossible to use Yunxi Sword Pool to slowly sharpen it. , rather than developing spiritual thoughts.

However, relying on that exquisite casting technique, the moment the blood gallbladder sword was cast, it still made a pleasant trembling sound, which made people feel terrified.

"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. It was no wonder that Nie Fangsheng was honored as the number one sword-casting master at Longyan Academy.

"Bang!" Just when the crowd was overwhelmed with emotion, Nie Fangsheng suddenly smashed the iron hammer in his hand and looked at the crowd angrily.

Everyone was shocked. Could it be that he couldn't help sighing just now, disturbing Master Nie's sword casting and making him angry?

Looking at Nie Fangsheng with an angry face, the disciples below were in awe, not even daring to take a breath.

"Mu Hanyan, you look down on my sword-making skills!" Just when they were uneasy, Nie Fangsheng suddenly asked angrily.

"Me?" Mu Hanyan frowned.

She has been watching Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting with all her heart, and she didn't even open her mouth when others couldn't help but sigh, but now she says she despises Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting skills?

Oh, are you still here? Mu Hanyan sneered twice in his heart. This Nie Fangsheng really won't be so clear about public and private, this is to vent his anger on Qiu Yongsheng's behalf.

"I've worked tirelessly to teach you how to forge swords, but you are halfhearted. You clearly don't take my sword-making skills seriously. If you don't want to learn them, get out of here!" Nie Fangsheng scolded loudly.

"Master Nie, I'm clearly watching you forging swords and learning how to forge swords, but you want to say that I am half-hearted." Mu Hanyan's eyes turned cold, "What's your reason for saying this?" Han Yan's tone was somewhat meaningful.

In fact, she doesn't have to learn sword casting. If Nie Fangsheng insisted on making things difficult for her, it would be a big deal if she didn't learn, but she was slandered for no reason, and she was kicked out of the sword casting hall. Mu Hanyan would never accept it. Not a bully. She entered the academy just to keep a low profile and study hard, why is there always someone coming to provoke her. Even if the provocation is successful, but every provocation person fails, why are these people still obsessed? What if this Nie Fangsheng is a mentor? Who has she ever been afraid of!

"Okay, you said that you are concentrating on learning the art of forging swords. Then I used twelve techniques for casting and forging bones just now. Come and tell me what these twelve techniques are and what are the secrets? ?" Nie Fangsheng smiled coldly and continued.

Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan, either showing pity, sympathy, or gloating.

If Nie Fangsheng angrily scolded Mu Hanyan just now, they were still a little confused, then now, the fools could see that he was deliberately making things difficult for Mu Hanyan.

They were also fascinated by Nie Fangsheng's sword-casting technique just now, and they felt that it was too late. How could they be distracted to remember his twelve techniques, let alone the tricks, they couldn't even remember the twelve techniques.

They were all like this, Mu Hanyan was no exception.

And those disciples who have joined the academy for many years shook their heads secretly. As far as they know, Nie Fangsheng taught the technique of forging swords, usually only one step at a time, no more than six techniques at most, but today he forged a bloody sword in one breath. , a total of twelve methods are described in two steps.

At first they thought that he was intending to show his skills in front of the new disciples to establish his prestige, but only now did they realize 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. It took a lot of effort to dig a hole for her.

The other disciples all sighed secretly: This Mu Hanyan is really pitiful, who is not good to offend, but actually offended the Qiu family, this is only the second day after being officially admitted to the hospital, and he will be kicked out of the Sword Casting Hall.

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

"The method of casting molds, melting iron, breaking gold, flowing silver, hitting the top, casting the front, casting the handle, the tricks are..." Just when everyone was secretly sighing for Mu Hanyan, Mu Han suddenly said.

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

Everyone was stunned, even Nie Fangsheng himself opened his mouth and couldn't say a word for a while.

How is this possible? You must know that he only said it once, and it was very fast, and he also carefully looked at it. Mu Hanyan was concentrating on his own sword-casting technique, and there was a look of leisurely fascination in his eyes. How could it be possible? I was distracted and memorized every word of my words.

Recalling that when I learned the art of sword casting, I also listened to Master's detailed lectures three times, and then I kept it in my heart. In this way, I was praised by Master as a rare sword-making genius.

Mu Hanyan just listened to it once, and then kept it in his heart, how on earth did he do it?

"Master Nie, should I remember correctly?" Mu Hanyan smiled slightly and said to Nie Fangsheng.

In fact, just now, even she herself thought she was going to be killed by Nie Fangsheng this time, and when she was about to tell the sword casting method she remembered, the voice of Xinghuan Qianji suddenly sounded in her mind: Method, molten iron, broken gold, flowing silver, topping, forging front, forging handle..."

"You only listened to it once, and then remembered it all?" Mu Hanyan was surprised at that time, and was in awe of Xinghuan Qianji's superhuman memory.