MTL - Martial Arts Murdering Nine Heavens-Chapter 744 Cai Feng's Madness

After Ye Yang left, he went straight to the Forge Valley. After arriving at the Forge Valley, Ye Yang found that the area was starting to heat up.

Unexpectedly, during this time, the apprentices under Cai Feng have been promoted to the fairyland, and several people are busy frantically around a huge furnace.

"Master, is it OK for me to have the sword?"

"Master, I have already finished this rough. Can you see if you can proceed to the next step?"

Cai Feng looked at his disciples with a stern face and nodded his head slightly: "It's not bad. After coming up to the realm, you have improved your casting skills to a certain degree, but it still doesn't work.

Still, to cast a weapon, we must build it wholeheartedly and whole body, so that the weapon that is cast will have spirituality, otherwise it will be a dead thing.

Even if it is filled with the Holy Spirit to create a holy weapon, it is also a garbage holy weapon. I absolutely do not allow such garbage to come from our hands. "

Speaking of later, Cai Feng's old face was full of harsh colors, and continued to face the crowd: "Now we have a lot of materials on hand. As long as the Holy Spirit arrives, we can cast the holy weapon anytime. I also want to make a real holy weapon in my lifetime, so don't waste a little bit of time "

"Yes, Master."

Dozens of disciples shouted respectfully and began to keep busy with their work. Looking at the disciples was serious, Cai Feng nodded with satisfaction.

"Lao Cai, I didn't bother you," Ye Yang laughed at this moment.

"You're back? Did the Holy Spirit get it?" Cai Feng was overjoyed when he saw Ye Yang's arrival. He changed his solemnity and hurriedly asked.

"Fortunately shameless," Ye Yang laughed.

"Well, go, go to my caster room," Cai Feng laughed, pulling Ye Yang to his own caster room.

The caster room is not large, only a thousand feet square, and a long knife is placed on a dark caster table in the middle.

"choke"

Cai Feng grabbed the long knife with a soft humming sound, the long knife came out of the sheath, and the terrifying coercion made Ye Yang's heart tremble, and he couldn't help but blurt out:

"Good knife"

"Hey, this is the sacred soul of my ancestor that I poured into this sword, and it became a holy weapon." Cai Feng stroked the sword gently, a little proudly.

When any master of art introduces his work to others, he will give out such pride, which is a kind of pride from the bones.

"Try it" Cai Feng handed the long knife to Ye Yang.

"it is good"

Ye Yang took the long knife, looked around, shook his head slightly, put a big hand, and brought Cai Feng into his small world.

Raising the long knife slowly with one hand, Xianyuan poured into the long knife, and the long knife suddenly issued a roar, a horrible knife, rising into the sky.

"it is good!"

Although Cai Feng is not strong, as a castor, he is very sensitive to the vibration frequency of weapons.

He instantly saw that the moment Ye Yang picked up the long knife, he entered the realm of unity between sword and man.

With Ye Yangxianli's influx of madness, the sword became brighter, the roar became louder, and even the heavens shuddered.

"It's great. Only such characters are worthy of using such a long knife." Cai Feng's old face was excited.

"boom"

Suddenly there was an explosion in the sky, and the terrifying air scattered, and the blade in Ye Yang's hand suddenly burst.

The original excited face of Cai Feng suddenly froze, and opened his mouth wide, only half a while to spit out two words in disbelief:

"exploded?"

Ye Yang also stared blankly in his hands, leaving only half of the long handle, a little awkward for a while: "Cai Lao, look at this ..."

Cai Lao sighed and said with a weeping face: "This time the sacred artifact exploded. I am afraid that there are two reasons. One is that when the cast is cast, the heat is not enough. The other is that the sacred soul has been left for too long and has begun to degenerate. Oh, my holy weapon! "

Cai Feng was distressed to die, a sacred artifact that had been hard-worked, and had not waited for the glory of the century, so after listening to a ring, anyone would hit the wall.

"My sacred soul, that was passed down from generation to generation, ashamed of the ancestors and ancestors." Cai Feng almost collapsed. Ye Yang first saw the always serious castor master. The expression of this dead wife .

"Cai Lao, don't feel bad. I brought back many holy spirits this time. As long as you are willing to work hard, you will have as many holy artifacts as possible," Ye Yang hurriedly comforted.

"Do you have sacred souls? And many?" Cai Feng suddenly remembered Ye Yang said he went looking for sacred souls: "How many? Are there any of these?"

A finger deep in Cai Feng, the joint slightly bent, it was a "ten" number.

Ye Yang smiled slightly: "The number you said is a bit small, if you add" 10,000 "after it, it's almost the same."

"Ten" "Million"? ? Cai Feng felt a whirlwind and grabbed Ye Yang and said, "Where? Quickly show me?"

At this time, Cai Feng, if crazy, eyes were bloody, if not his eyes were normal, Ye Yang really thought he was crazy.

"follow me"

After Ye Yang took Cai Feng to another planet, when looking at a huge pool in front of him, Cai Feng's eyes were almost protruding.

It was a huge pool with a distance of thousands of miles. In the pool, countless transparent holy spirits, like fish swimming in the water.

Some powerful sacred souls exuded coercion to Cai Feng's soul. Cai Feng suddenly stretched out his big hand, biting a bite on the palm of his hand, and suddenly blood dripped.

"Cao Lao, what are you doing?" Ye Yang was taken aback. If Cai Feng was really crazy, he would have no place to cry.

"It's okay, I just try to see if I'm dreaming," Cai Feng replied, his eyes still staring at the pool in front of him, his eyes were full of fanaticism.

"No, I have to go back and look at it again. My heart can't stand it anymore, I have to adjust myself." Cai Feng took a deep breath, and with great force, he retracted his eyes from the pool.

Where is the holy spirit in the pool, what Ye Yang said was "100,000". He conservatively estimates that the holy spirit in it is more than ten million.

Most of them are much stronger than the holy spirit in his hands. In his lifetime, a caster may not have the opportunity to see a holy spirit. Cai Feng suddenly saw so many holy spirits without fainting. He admired himself. The fixation is up.

After Ye Yang brought Cai Feng out of the small world, Cai Feng gasped wildly for a long time before calming himself down a little.

"Lao Cai, if I want to make a million sacred artifacts, how long will it take?" Ye Yang asked for a while.

"A million?" Cai Feng opened his mouth wide, but thought of the sacred soul in Ye Yang's hands, and he was relieved.

"Old man, my biggest ability now, it also takes three months to successfully cast a holy weapon. My brain is not so good now, you can count it yourself." After such a big shock, Cai Feng really had no strength to go Operation.

As soon as Ye Yang heard this number, he was too lazy to calculate it, because it was too late to ask, and asked, "Cao Lao, cast the holy weapon. What is the biggest obstacle today, which process is the most time-consuming?"

"The biggest obstacle is that the firepower is not working. Now we have used the finest firestone, but the firepower still seems a bit inadequate.

To say that forging the holy weapon, the most time-consuming is to cast the spirit, that is, to inject the holy soul into the weapon, which requires the consumption of great soul power, and progress is slow. Cai Feng groaned.

"Fire?" Ye Yang's eyes lit up: "Lao Cai, what do you think of the fire of the sun?"

"What fire of the sun?" Cai Lao said with some confusion.

Ye Yang patted his forehead, and he forgot that he used to put Cai Lao into a small world on the edge of the universe. He didn't know the fire of the sun.

Entering this time, he patronized the test knife and watched the holy spirit. He did not notice the sun in Ye Yang's universe at all.

"call"

Ye Yang once again brought Cai Feng into the small world, this time Ye Yang chose the place where the sun is very close.

"This is it"

When Cai Feng saw the fire of the sun, shining with colorful lights, he couldn't help but startled. He had never seen such a flame.

"Try the intensity of the flames." Cai Feng looked at it with a bit of suspicion, and finally took out a dark iron block.

After speaking, he flew into the air, Ye Yang knew it, stretched his hands, and a colorful flame flew out to meet the black iron.

hiss!

It was as if the ice cube encountered a red-hot soldering iron, and a light beep sounded. After the fire, the black iron had disappeared without a trace.

"what?"

Cai Feng's mouth is almost bigger than his face. The humble black iron, called the ink pattern seven-star iron, is not a precious material.

However, refining is very difficult, and it is even more difficult to melt than the material of the sacred artifact. This thing is generally used to measure the flame intensity.

The flame of the sacred artifact he had cast before also required nearly half an hour to be able to melt the ink-stained iron.

But Ye Yang's colorful flames burned out the ink pattern seven-star iron for a moment, leaving even a trace of ash.

"Is this fire energy caster?" Ye Yang could not help seeing Cai Feng's expression.

"Try again" Cai Feng took out another piece of Jiuwen Star Steel and threw it out.

Ye Yang flew out again, but what made Ye Yang relieved was that the nine-grained star steel melted immediately and did not disappear.

But Ye Yang just let out a sigh of relief. The melted liquid of Jiuwen Xingchen Steel suddenly burst and disappeared without a trace.

"The fire is too strong and too violent to control. This kind of fire can't be refined." Cai Feng looked at the colorful flames with a complex look and couldn't help sighing.

The sound is full of regret. If the colorful flame can cast the cast, then the speed of the cast will be like flying.

Ye Yang could not help but be disappointed, watching the fire of the sun, he did not expect that after the promotion of the king of the world, the fire of the sun was so horrible.

In the future, if the field of thunder is opened, it will be extremely horrible. Even the materials of the sacred vessels can be melted. How many people can resist?

But let's not talk about the power first. If you can't solve the problem of the source of fire, I'm afraid that my plan will be lost. That is a very important step for myself.

Looking at the direction of the sun, Ye Yang's eyes moved slightly, then he widened his eyes, thinking that he had read it wrong, and looked carefully, and couldn't help ecstatic.