Chapter 5: The true fire of forged sword is a kind of energy of flame form according to the words of previous generations. It contains incandescent enthusiasm.

If you want to be an alchemist, you have to integrate real fire into Dantian.

There are nine spiritual links.

It is very difficult to fuse the true fire. There are countless people who glorify the mainland and practice, but none of them can be successful in fusing and becoming an alchemist.

Throughout the ages, there are numerous examples of attempts to merge real fire and eventually it is eaten back by real fire.

"Now the question is, how do you get the real fire?"

Tang Huan has some headaches. True fire is quite common in the glorious mainland. It is sold in the biggest weapons store in the south of Nulang City, and a real fire is about 500 gold coins.

This price is not expensive.

But for Tang Huan today, this is an astronomical figure. Even if all the ordinary weapons in the shop were sold, it would not be enough to make up a thousand gold coins. Unfortunately old fellow blacksmith showed too mediocre a qualification before he left, otherwise, old fellow blacksmith would surely prepare real fire for him.

This time, the old fellow blacksmith still has no idea when he will be back, and it's still up to him.

Tang Huan wanted to think about it, but finally he thought of his old line.

Although the sword forged by his predecessors can not be compared with the famous swords such as ancient fish sausage and Juque, it is also a rare weapon in the world. Otherwise, it is impossible to sell such a high price.

Yesterday evening, Tang Huan compared the ordinary weapons in the shop.

They can only sell farm tools for a price, but also for a reason, that is, their quality is similar to that of the world's farm tools, even strong, but also very limited, can not be compared with those sharp tools forged by Tang Huan in his previous life. Choose any of his previous works and cut them all off.

Of course, the weapons in the shop are all the masterpieces of Tang Huan.

Although the shop was opened by an old blacksmith, he seldom used to forge weapons, especially in recent years, which also depressed the business of the blacksmith shop.

"Although no low-level weapons can be forged now, with my craft, the forged sword is absolutely extremely sharp, and I think the price will not be too low."

Tang Huan's mind turned and he soon made up his mind.

Tang Huan went to the front shop after he made a random order to fill his stomach.

Although Tang Huan's forging level is not good, he is stronger than others, has a lot of strength and patience. There are many swords forged by him in the shop.

This also saves Tang Huan a lot of effort.

Familiar with the location of various appliances, Tang Huan began to live busily, and within a short period of time, the shop began to emit jingling sounds.

Tang Huan, naked and strong in the upper body, dropped his hammer on the red swordwork on the pier and sweated like rain.

As soon as he started, he realized how much easier it was for him to forge weapons now than in his previous life.

In my mind, the "Jiuyang Shenlu" has already begun to turn, constantly pulling Zhenqi to Tang Huan's right hand. If Tang Huan was still on the earth in his previous life, he would not be able to eat this hammer weighing 20 or 30 jin, but now he has a feeling of lifting weights lightly.

A heavy hammer is like a light drifting branch, which he can wield at will.

With real gas, the speed of forging weapons can absolutely be greatly increased.

In addition, after forging the swordbillet himself, he found that the black basalt, which glorifies the most common forging weapon on the mainland, is much higher in quality than the iron ore on the earth. If it is well forged, even if it is not in grade, I am afraid it can also blow hair and break hair, and cut iron like mud.

Tang Huan was greatly inspired by this discovery.

Next, Tang Huan became more and more attentive, totally forgetting the time, forging, cutting and filing... Quenching... When he was awakened by hunger, the sky outside had faded and it was late at night.

Tang Huanchang breathed and looked at the wooden platform, where three swords lay side by side.

The first sword belongs to the epee. The sword is more than one meter long and its body is as thick as the palm of an adult. Its weight is about ten kilograms. These weapons of equal weight are light in the glorious mainland. Tang Huan, a young man, forged many weapons of tens of kilograms. But for him, it was the first time that he forged such a heavy sword. In his previous life, the heaviest sword he forged on the earth was only eight kilograms.

The second sword is about two fingers wide, about seventy centimeters long, and the third is a short sword, which is also two fingers wide and only twenty centimeters long. Each side of the sword has a groove.

The three swords lay there quietly, and the dark and bright body of the sword seemed to have a layer of gloom flowing slowly.

Tang Huan picked up the long sword in the middle and quickly pulled up a few swords. It was chilling. A moment later, Zhenqi penetrated the sword body and fell on the iron ingot on the table.

"Ding!"

The ingot was split in two immediately after a burst of sound of gold and iron, and the cross-section of the ingot was very smooth.

Then Tang Huan laid down his long sword and picked up the heavy sword and the short sword in turn. After a while, the tabletop was divided into two parts.

"OK!"

Tang Huan had a satisfied smile on her face.

On delicacy and beauty, these three swords are far inferior to any swords forged by his predecessors, but on quality and sharpness