Chapter 210 Recasting

Breaking clouds came to the fog forest of my brother's liberation. After taking out the soul to see the liberation, the liberation immediately attracted by the soul. However, after listening to the words of Fayun for a long time, he knew that the soul was the sword of the legendary curse.

Looking at the appearance of the broken clouds, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Don't worry, seizing is the peerless blade that the world dreams of. There are so many rumors that are true. It's true that it's not his turn for others to be cursed.

Poyun smiled bitterly and said, "After I got the soul, I fought with people a lot. Is this the reason for the soul?"

He took a white look at the cloud and said, "Can you just be idle if you don't have the soul?"

Breaking the clouds and laughing speechlessly. If it's really not soul-catching, and I don't have the time to idle.

"I don't know if I'm not cursed." Xie Zhi put away his smile, "However, it's true that he is bloodthirsty." Smiling, "It's a good thing that this soul-taking scabbard is lost."

Looking at the doubtful broken cloud, he explained, "He is bloodthirsty and usually uses the scabbard to cover up his murderous spirit, so that he must drink blood out of the scabbard, which is the reason why the sword owner will hurt people. Now that the soul has lost its scabbard, the evil spirit on the sword has been cast outside for a long time, and there is little left. The bloodthirsty power is much less, which is the reason why you have not found the change of the soul.

Breaking the cloud nodded.

Since I happened to be brave, the large and small battles have been much bigger. In addition to feeling that the soul is quite smooth, nothing special has been found, and there is no feeling of great power increase.

"The sheathless soul is much weaker than the sheathed soul, but it is much easier to control." Unholding, he raised his soul and flashed with dazzling blood in the sun. He couldn't help praising, "It's really a good sword!"

"Can the power of the soul be increased?" Poyun didn't care about the curse at all. How can he believe in strange words when walking around the world? Instead, he hopes that he can be more powerful and help him.

He looked at the broken cloud and smiled, "I'm not scared by any curse."

He avoided answering and said with a smile, "I just want to know whether the power of the soul can be raised to another level by my brother's means."

Xie Zhi frowned and looked at the soul and muttered, "The soul is already a peerless soldier, but there is no scabbard covering the glory, which makes the soul seem to be not very powerful, but its casting skill is already very high. Brother, I'm not sure that I can make it more powerful." After a pause, "I can't make the soul-catching scabbard."

Seeing the cloud with a disappointed face, he explained, "The scabbard is not something I can't make. Even if the scabbard is made, it can't be like the original scabbard. The original soul-catching sword and scabbard are as thick as blood as water. At this time, adding a scabbard is not beneficial to the soul at all. But..."

Untie the cut palm. Although the wound in the palm is not deep, the flesh on both sides of the wound is turned aside. If it hadn't been for breaking the cloud and the acupuncture point to stop the bleeding, I'm afraid it will continue to bleed.

He gently swings the cut palm and said, "The soul without sheath is just to cast a huge evil spirit, and the god in the bone marrow at this time is already very weak, just a good opportunity to recast!" Looking at the broken cloud, he said, "As long as you get to the top-quality blade, the blade itself will have its own spirit, as if in the hearts of the world, how to cast the god of this sword is very important. You don't understand after saying it. He glanced at the broken clouds disdainfully.

Po Yun took a deep breath and suddenly smiled and said, " Po Yun doesn't know how to cast a sword, nor does he make trouble with his old brother. Breaking the cloud, he went into the house to taste the bamboo wine and meditated. The old brother transformed and called the younger brother. After saying that, he got up and walked to the room.

He was stunned and was about to scold. He looked down at the soul in his hand but swallowed the words in his stomach and muttered, "You stinky boy, do you think I can't recast the soul? When I finish casting, let's see what else you say.

In the next three days, in addition to eating and drinking, you will be able to sleep.

I can't help laughing bitterly, and my hobby weapons have gone to the point of being possessed.

Three days later, he carefully took the soul to the front of the furnace. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell the broken cloud that he must not disturb his mind.

Of course, Po Yun will not do that kind of ignorant thing. It is very comfortable to look at the room through the window and drink bamboo wine.

In later days, if there was no exhortation, Po Yun may think that the exhortation was crazy.

He held it and muttered like this for a while, stood up and walked twice, and then stunned at the soul.

Although Poyun knew that he was a peerless soldier, he didn't expect that it would take so much effort to cast, so that he would not sleep at night. Poyun wanted to summon Jiezhi several times, but he couldn't help but stop when he thought of the instructions.

Now is not just a matter of transforming yourself. It is the time for a sword casting master to cast his own most important and beloved blade. Poyun looked at the expression of concentration, how could he have the heart to disturb him?

When you are full of concern, time always passes more slowly than a snail crawls. Breaking the cloud waited patiently for five days, and finally lit the fire of the furnace.

The broken cloud's eyes lit up, and it was finally time for the critical moment.

The bellows pulled loudly, and the color in the furnace changed from golden to red.

After thinking about it, he suddenly stopped pulling the bellows and let the temperature of the furnace slowly drop.

This broken cloud knows that the most basic knowledge of casting blades is to master the temperature of the furnace. The higher the better, the better. Of course, it can't help but be hot.

After the red color slowly reaches golden yellow, the unholding begins to pull the bellows again, and the temperature rises again.

After more than a dozen times, the bean-sized sweat on the forehead fell down, and the eyebrows were cracked by the high temperature of the furnace, and the eyebrows of the eyebrows were always locked and not released.

Breaking the clouds and sighing that the trip to casting is not easy.

In this way, from high temperature to low temperature, and then to high temperature to low temperature, I don't know how many times I have repeated it, and I have never put the soul into the furnace.

The sun sets.

Xie Zhi ruthlessly picked up and got up and went back to the house. Po Yun knew that Xie Zhi had not found the heat and was depressed, but looked quietly and did not ask. To release it is to eat something and go to bed immediately.

Lie down for a moment, and the snoring will rise.

Breaking the clouds secretly sighed that it was too tiring and secretly distressed, but he knew that he understood his temper and decided that he would never turn back, not to mention casting such a peerless soldier.

It was repeated like this, and a few days later.

Suddenly, he shouted loudly.

Poyun turned his head and looked excited, but the bellows in his hand were pulled slowly and evenly, and then the color of the flame in the furnace turned into deep dark red. Looking through the clouds through the window, it seems that you can feel the high temperature of the furnace, and you can't help but be shocked. This casting is really mysterious.

Unexpectedly, the bellows suddenly stopped after pulling a few times, got up and picked up and turned back into the room.

Break the clouds and look at the furnace, look at the solution and stop talking.

He was in a good mood. He glanced at the broken cloud and laughed, "Do you think it's so easy to control the heat and cast? There are still a lot of things to do. However, this is also a big step forward. Haha!" After saying that, he broke the cloud path and strode away.

Poyun can't laugh or cry. At this time, the solution is completely immersed in the casting. No matter what you say, the solution will not be heard.

For the next three days, Xie Zhi began to be stunned again.

And the broken clouds are not idle. The secret of clearing the heart every day is even more repeated exercises in the heart. The gluttonous sword adds a trace of power in silence.

Unholding began to try to put the soul into the furnace. But as soon as I put it in and took it out, I didn't wait for it to turn red and heated. Poyun didn't bother to think about why. He just practiced his internal skills and meditated on the sword style when he had nothing to do.

Unconsciously, a month passed by.

This day.

In the morning.

The fresh air refreshed the clouds and couldn't help stretching deeply. Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he couldn't help but look back.

For more than a month, I was obsessed and didn't have the heart to deal with myself. The clothes on the body are already dirty, and the hair and beards are messy. If they don't move occasionally, maybe the birds will take off their heads and make nests.

At this time, he changed into neat and clean clothes, tight-lined trousers, strong short clothes, neat beard, dry and quiet hair, and tied a bun on his head. It has changed from the sloppy appearance of the past, and it is very neat.

Seeing this situation, the old naughty boy can't help but be suspicious.

Unholding but ignored the suspicious eyes of the clouds, he came to the furnace with respectful hands and muttered with his hands in his mouths, and then began to light the furnace.

Only then did I understand that this is... This is to cast a sword to bathe and change clothes. It seems that the soul can almost see the sun again today.

Unfortunately, the idea of breaking clouds is slightly inconsistent with reality. Untie and pull the bellows for a while, put the soul into the furnace for a moment, take it out, gently knock a few times with a casting hammer, and then put it into the furnace and continue to pull the bellows.

So back and forth until it gets late.

That's all for today. The sky is dark and you can't see anything. How to cast it?

I didn't expect that suddenly the fire was in full bloom, and the four fields were shining brightly. Not to mention that the furnace could see clearly, even the solemn look on his face could be seen clearly.

Poyun wanted to greet Xiezhi for a rest, but when he saw the concentration on Xiezhi's face, he really couldn't bear to disturb him.

Unholding and beating like this, it has been beating for more than ten days.

I couldn't stand the broken cloud, so I got up and walked to the furnace. I have made a decision in my heart, and I won't say anything to change my soul. I don't want to blame myself for the rest of my life.

Suddenly!

The fire rose to the sky.

Unholding the casting hammer has changed from the past, and it has become more powerful than a hammer.

After hammering for a moment, he shouted loudly, "Break the clouds! Come here!"

Poyun's heart was awe-broken. From gradually on, he didn't call himself. It seemed that there was something he needed his own help, and he quickly responded to get close to him.

As soon as he got close to Jiezhi, he pulled out of the furnace and cut it fiercely to the chest of the broken cloud!

The broken clouds can't help but be shocked!