Chapter 1126 1127 She Doesn't Want to Make Such a Limelight

"It's more than embarrassing, I was almost kicked out of the Sword Casting Hall," Ling Baobao said.

"What's going on?" Hua Yue and the others were all surprised.

After listening to Ling Baobao's story, several people gritted their teeth in anger.

"I really didn't expect that Nie Fangsheng, as a teacher, would be so narrow-minded and despicable, it's really a vain teacher." Hua Yue and Zi Rong said indignantly.

"I'm going to kill him now!" Jiang Yuzhe was even more neat, and then walked out.

Mu Hanyan brushed up a few black lines on his forehead, and stared at Jiang Yuzhe in a daze, how did this guy become so brutal and violent? Jiang Yuzhe, the ghost sword in his previous life, is known for his elusive and unpredictable moves, but when it comes to the degree of ferocity, he is still far inferior to the cold-hearted Huayue, and his appearance is also slightly inferior to the greatly changed appearance. In this life, why? The most ruthless man has become him.

Could it be that this is the legendary man who is close to the vermillion and close to the ink, and the black and blue are better than the blue, or because he has completely learned the enchantment of shapeshifting, so that his self-confidence is extremely inflated.

"Forget it, let him go for now." Mu Hanyan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and persuaded Jiang Yuzhe.

Although Nie Fangsheng is the same as himself, he is also a fifth-order swordsman, but Jiang Yuzhe is also a master of the swordsman's realm, plus the world of shapeshifting and shadowless swordsmanship, which is like a ghost, maybe he can kill if he has no intentions got him.

Nie Fangsheng was making things difficult for him. If he died, even a fool would contact him.

On the first day of admission to the hospital, the two college tutors suffered because of their own death and disability. They were not only the target of public criticism, and would undoubtedly become Longyan's public enemy. She didn't want to show such a limelight.

"How can he let him go so easily?" Jiang Yuzhe said unwillingly.

"Hmph, it's just a little trick that can't be used on the table. I'm afraid of him? Didn't he want to see my sword casting skills, so I'll let him see it." Mu Hanyan said disdainfully.

"Are you really going to cast a sword?" Hua Yue's eyes became weird.

Speaking of which, Mu Hanyan was a miraculous existence in their minds, and it seemed that there was nothing that could be rare for him. But when it comes to making swords...they have seen Mu Hanyan's swordsmanship with their own eyes, and the power is indeed not small, but the shape of the sword... If I had to use one word to describe it, it would be ugly. I can use two words to describe it. To describe it, it is extremely ugly, to describe it in three words, it is very ugly, to describe it in four words, it is extremely ugly.

Forget it, in short, Nie Fangsheng used the cast and forged bones to make things difficult for Mu Hanyan, which really hit Miss Mu's fatal point.

"Don't underestimate me. Although Nie Fangsheng has a despicable character, he is really outstanding when it comes to sword casting skills. I saw his sword casting skills today, and I have gained a lot. The second method is also deeply comprehensible, and the sword casting is definitely not the same as Wuxia Amon in the past."

"Really?" Hua Yue asked weakly, clearly expressing deep doubts about what Miss Mu said.

"Forget it, I won't tell you any more, you'll find out in a while." Mu Hanyan was too lazy to get to know this group of sharp-eyed guys.

While talking, there was a chirping sound outside, and the three brothers Tan and Yushu Linfeng carried a huge sword-casting furnace into the yard.

This sword-casting furnace was covered in red gold, with wonderful runes engraved on it. It was obviously blessed by a formation, which was very beneficial for condensing firepower. It was much stronger than the blacksmith's furnace before Mu Hanyan.

In addition to the sword casting furnace, Tan Yu also bought a small amount of fine iron for Mu Hanyan to practice.

"Raise the fire, turn on the stove." Mu Hanyan rolled up his sleeves, looking like a master swordsmith.

Gu Yushu was originally going to cook, but when he saw Mu Hanyan's demeanor as a master swordsman, he couldn't move his steps, and his face was full of admiration.

Anyway, the cultivation base has reached their realm, let alone a meal, even if you don’t eat or drink for ten days and a half months, it will not be a big problem. It doesn't matter anymore.

Huayue and a few people lit the fire and pulled the bellows. Soon, a faint blue fire floated out, condensed and did not disperse.

Under the expectant gazes of Hua Yue, Tan Yu and the others, Mu Hanyan picked up a piece of fine iron in his left hand and a cast sword and hammer in his right.

With a flick of the wrist, the hammer drew a wonderful arc and landed on the fine iron. Melting iron, breaking gold, flowing silver, hitting the top, forging the front, forging the handle... A series of exquisite sword-casting techniques were also presented in Mu Hanyan's hands.

Hua Yue and the others were slightly startled and looked at Mu Hanyan in amazement. It was the first time they had seen such an exquisite sword casting technique. Like Mu Hanyan, Tan Yu and others before, they couldn't help but be fascinated.

No wonder Mu Hanyan is so confident, it seems that she is not blindly arrogant, but really has some insight into Nie Fangcheng's sword-making skills.

Tan Yu and the others are also full of admiration. Compared with Nie Fangsheng's powerful sword-casting technique, Mu Hanyan's twelve-style sword-casting technique is more suitable for movement and stillness, and it is also full of beauty. Obviously, Mu Hanyan not only memorized the formulas and tricks, but also had some insights just as he said.

Their eyes became more expectant.

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At the same time, in the Sword Casting Hall, Qiu Zizhong was sitting opposite Nie Fangsheng with a worried look on his face.

"Master Nie, why don't you just drive Mu Hanyan out of the Sword Casting Hall, so you have to spend so much trouble?" Qiu Zizhong said a little unwillingly.

"Zizhong, you are also an old disciple of the academy. You should know that the academy has its rules. Although I am a tutor, I can't arbitrarily drive a disciple out of the house based on my own likes and dislikes, not to mention that Mu Hanyan belongs to Gong Hongru. Disciple, if I go too far and annoy that old guy, I'm afraid it won't end well," Nie Fangsheng said.

"I'm sorry Master Nie, I was reckless." Qiu Zizhong realized that he was too impatient and said apologetically.

"It doesn't matter, I know that you are eager for revenge. Master Qiu has worked for Longyan Academy for many years, but ended up like this. As a descendant of the Qiu family, it is normal for you to take revenge.

Don't worry, tomorrow I will drive Mu Hanyan out of the Sword Casting Hall to let out a good breath. "Nie Fangsheng waved his hand and said comfortingly.

"Master Nie, I heard that you thought that the two methods of casting and forging bones would test Mu Hanyan, and you also said that as long as he can cast it into the shape of a blood gall sword and forge it into a blood gall sword bone, he will teach the ancestral method of casting a sword. Is it a bit sloppy for her?" Qiu Zizhong said worriedly.