Chapter 1062: Equipment of the Foundry Pavilion, lack of soul injection

Fan Yezi is here.
Not because rice is fragrant, but because of weapons.
As a great expert in foundry, we can see that Han Fengjian and Han Mang Sword are completely impeccable in their workmanship. Even if they are refining themselves, they may not reach this level!
Master!
Absolute master!
However, this is only 20% of understanding that Qiang left Mo Xie as a cheat!
Fan Yezi was completely shocked and completely fooled!
If you learn the secrets of that couple by yourself, casting will definitely make a qualitative leap!
Although Fan Yezi is respected as the No. 1 foundry master today, he never thinks that he has reached the pinnacle of founding in the way of casting, and always holds the heart of an apprentice.
In fact, there are a lot of weapons left by dogs.
Simply relying on the first product of the cold front sword and cooperating with yourself, Master Fan can disarm and surrender.
Therefore, it is not terrible to have bone energy, so I am afraid of the right medicine!
"Crunch!"
The cell opened, and warm sunlight shot in.
Under the eyes of Dai Lu, Zhao Doudou, and Yuan Gongzi, Fan Yezi left the cell first, and was also the last one to come in and be the fastest to leave prison.
"Three."
He stopped in front of the cell door and said, "It's a fate to be a prisoner, and we'll see you in the future!"
"..."
Dalu's eyes flickered with anger.
I don't have a boneless prisoner like you! Goodbye, forever!
Zhao Doudou was envious, thinking secretly, if the monarch succesfully recruited himself, he would definitely not hesitate to agree!
...
The day.
Fan Yezi became the master of casting.
Then, the shock began, because there are many ordinary disciples in Zongmen, everyone is equipped with Hanfeng sword and Hanmang sword!
"Oh my God!"
"These weapons are all exactly the same in workmanship, as if printed from a mold!"
Fan Yezi walked around at the gate of Zongmen, and when he met his disciples and evaluated his weapons, his expression constantly changed.
of course.
The so-called casting, not only refers to weapons, but also equipped with protective gear.
The inner disciple was wearing a real sun suit and was discussing on the performance martial arts field. The fierce battle was fierce. Master Fan suddenly rushed in, posted in front of the disciple, and stroked his hands with his hands. It's up! "
The following time, the disciples of Wan Guzong were very depressed.
Because he didn't pay any attention, Fan Tangzhu would appear in front of him, stroking his weapons and equipment crazy with the palm of love, until Jane was intoxicated!
"Ah!"
In the hut, a large male disciple ran out with his pants on and broke down and shouted, "How can he be here!"
For the obsession with casting, Fan Yezi fell into madness, and even after evaluating the equipment of Wanzong, he was deeply ashamed.
but.
After several days of research on equipping weapons, he discovered a flaw.
"metropolitan."
In the hall, Fan Yezi said deeply: "Although the equipment you cast is perfect, after a few days of observation, there is still something missing."
"What's missing?"
"Missing ..." Fan Yezi paused, dignifiedly, "Soul!"
Jun often laughed for a moment.
Fan Yezi said: "Every weapon is inseparable from the founder's hard work, so after converging, there will be a soul, but Fan cannot feel the soul from the equipment cast by the suzerain."
"Although the Han Feng Sword is absolutely superior in its quality, but due to the lack of a soul, it still has flaws."
"of course."
"This defect is not fatal."
"But if it is a person who really has special feelings for weapons, because he has no soul, it will affect the use, and even he can not play his perfect state."
The weapons and equipment of Hanfeng Sword and Hanmang Sword are all from the Foundry Pavilion. The quality and workmanship are impeccable, but after all, they are similar to the production of machines.
to be honest.
There must be a difference between mechanical and manual.
Jun Chang laughed: "I have realized this problem, but I can't solve it because of limited abilities. I don't know if Fan Tang can do this?"
"Yes!" Fan Yezi said.
Jun Chang smiled and said, "What is it?"
"Fan's understanding of martial arts is not high, but he has a little talent for the way of casting. Combining several hundred years of casting, the spirit of casting has been condensed." Fan Yezi said.
"Forging gas?"
"Xiu Wu has the spirit of martial arts, and sword repair has the spirit of kendo. Even scholars can gather the spirit of literati. The foundry spirit is related to foundry."
Jun Chang laughed and understood.
Fan Yezi said: "If these weapons cast by the lord are blessed with the foundry gas and then remodeled a little, you can inject the soul. Although the power will not increase significantly, it will allow users to better fit with them. To the real one! "
profession!
He's so professional!
Jun Chang laughed and said: "The weapons we cast, especially the Han Feng sword, the disciples have almost a hand. It will take a long time to reinvent the soul, right?"
"soon."
Fan Yezi said with pride: "With Fan's mastering spirit, it is not difficult to reshape a hundred handles a day."
One hundred handles a day.
A hundred days is a million handles!
In the past few years, only about 100,000 weapons have been refined. Can we get it in three to five years?
In addition, there is a secret space of time and space that allows him to enter and reshape, and the speed of injecting soul will only be faster!
"That's the case."
Jun Chang smiled and clapped his hands and said, "What are you waiting for, Fan Tangzhu begins to reshape and start to inject the soul!"
Fan Yezi said: "Fan could not wait any longer!"
Jun Changxiao's forged weapon is perfect in quality and workmanship, but lacks a soul. This makes him obsessive-compulsive, and the defect must be completely repaired!
...
Foundry Hall.
"Whoo!"
Different from the breath of martial arts, they gradually converged in the room, wrapped the dangling cold front sword, and then penetrated deeply.
"Is this the spirit of casting?"
Jun Chang, who was standing and watching, was surprised ~ EbookFREE.me ~ 咻! "
After a little while, the cold front sword covered by the casting air dropped gently, and then placed on the casting table.
Fan Yezi, sitting cross-opened, opened his eyes, his hands were crossed, his beard fluttered freely under the waves.
"Buzz!"
The released casting gas suddenly split into two strands, then condensed the shape of the hammer, and began to strike the Han Fengjian again and again, with a faint jingle sound.
"I go!"
Jun Chang smiled and said, "Can you still play like this? I've gained insight!"
In ancient times, there were fighting gasification wings, fighting gasification horses, fighting gasification cattle, and now there is a Fan Yezi casting gasification hammer!
The two hammers hit the Hanfeng sword again and again, and the casting air fused on the surface gradually penetrated and merged with the sword body.
Slightly.
Fan Yezi recovered the casting gas.
The Hanmang sword is reshaped, and the sword body is shimmering, it looks like a new look!
"Great, amazing!" Jun Chang laughed and gave a thumbs up.
"Hey."
Fan Yezi sighed and said, "My understanding of the casting technique has reached the upper limit, and I can go to the next level in my lifetime, let alone inject the soul into the weapon, even the injector spirit is fine."
Jun Chang smiled and widened his eyes, and said, "Can the spirits be injected?"
"Ok!"
Fan Yezi said: "This is the level where the founding way reaches the level of transformation. There are records in ancient books, but unfortunately no one touched the starfall continent, maybe it was just rumor."
Jun Chang smiled and comforted: "As long as there is such a level in the world, Master Yi Fan's strength can one day be reached."
"Hahaha!"
Fan Yezi laughed loudly and said, "I borrowed the suzerain."
There was a bit of bitterness and helplessness in the laughter, because he knew that if there was such a founding level, he would never realize it with his own understanding for the rest of his life, because that level is no less than the broken void in martial arts, flying to the upper bound !!