At this time, it seems that Zongtian must have taken many detours when learning to make swords from his father. However, by observing Yinbai, Zongtian also discovered the essence of making swords like this. Use the fire of life to

It is smelted and then shaped with soul energy, and this fact may not even be understood by the creator.

This essence has indeed made many people understand a lot, but actually operating it is another matter. However, having more ideas in the learning process can always help people make progress.

Time passes day by day, and the swordsmiths trained by Zongtian are gradually mastering such skills. However, under such good conditions, discordant sounds still appear after all. Such problems naturally arise from the limited

Above the Flame, which didn't seem to be a problem at first.

The clever Yinbai gave up the opportunity to train because of his rapid progress. However, this behavior was not because of his pride or laziness. Although he no longer practiced, when those who were not as good as him practiced, he always

Watching silently, such a child's behavior undoubtedly brought more order under the pergola, and the adults were also consciously lining up to practice at this time.

It's just that this kind of practice is mainly conducted by seven people selected by Zongtian, and those who are listening don't have too many complaints at the beginning. While the main force is resting, they also have some opportunities to step forward and feel the flames.

, and the seeds of the contradiction were planted here.

What is the concept of three hundred people waiting to use two things? Even if they queue up all night, most of them can't see the flames. And when the main force is well rested and ready for the next day's struggle, is it necessary to queue up?

After the still long queue?

Queuing is a problem, and because everyone's situation is different, the time it takes to spend time on the flames is also somewhat different. When the first problem appears, the remaining problems pop up one after another, so Silver creates

The atmosphere was also gone at this time.

It should be gratifying to the teacher that the students have worked so hard, but Zongtian is extremely worried at this time. Although he can easily calm down this incident with his strength, but what happens after that? Do you have to pinch your watch?

Waiting next to the flame? What if someone is about to catch the feeling and the time is coming?

Faced with such a situation, Zongtian finally couldn't bear it anymore, and at this time he turned around and left. However, turning around was not an escape, he was just looking for a solution to the problem.

"How's the soul iron?" Zongtian felt a little guilty after finding Wan Ling'er again, because the relationship between the two seemed to have turned around again.

"The soul iron thing is very difficult to deal with." Although Zongtian has indeed been tortured by this matter these past few days, Zongtian's faint guilty conscience has not escaped Wan Ling'er's eyes, and this seems to be the way to relieve her resentment.

A great opportunity.

"So how many have you collected so far?" Such an answer made Zongtian panic.

"How much?" Zongtian's appearance also made Wan Ling'er want to whet his appetite, "How many pounds does it have?"

"How many kilograms?! How long will it take to collect ten tons?" Hearing such an answer, Zongtian really wanted to be a shopkeeper.

"Of course it will take a lot of time." Wan Ling'er just continued.

Slowly.

"I advise you to hurry up." After all, the situation couldn't get any worse, and Zongtian regained his composure at this time, "The classroom is already a bit chaotic now. As for when an armed fight will occur, then I won't

I dare to say it.”

"What!?" Such words finally made Wan Linger become nervous, "I can understand the chaos in the classroom, but what is the situation of a fight?!"

"It's not because of the facilities."

"Ah? Do you want soul iron to build a classroom?" Wan Ling'er's reaction made Zongtian stunned for a moment.

"What classroom? It's about making stoves."

"Ah? It's not a classroom." Wan Ling'er breathed a sigh of relief. Although such a pergola was the best of both worlds that she finally came up with, such open-air teaching did still make her feel a little guilty.

"Wait, stove? Why do I lack a stove here? Although it's impossible to move everyone to that open space, there's nothing wrong with practicing in another place, right? And ten tons of soul iron to make a stove? What are you going to burn?!"

"Can you please stop asking so many questions at once?" Zongtian, who already had a big head, felt like he had a splitting headache because of Wan Ling'er's sudden impatience.

"Okay, I won't get involved in the teaching matters in detail." After all, proficiency matters are different. Wan Ling'er also chose to trust Zongtian at this time, "There are about four tons of soul iron in the warehouse now. If you can

Just use it first."

"Didn't you just say it only weighed a few pounds?"

"Is it okay if I have eight thousand kilograms!"

Such words naturally sent Zongtian away, and the soul iron he requested was delivered to the simple classroom right after.

Such a big scene naturally caused the somewhat out-of-control classroom to briefly regain calm, and Zongtian also took advantage of this opportunity to attract everyone's attention.

"You have seen so much soul iron." Although he said it calmly, Zongtian was still suppressing the shock in his heart at this time, because he did not expect that four tons of soul iron could be piled up into a small mountain.

"And they will appear in our classroom..." The pause at this time was of course due to doubts about the word classroom, "Let's call it a classroom."

And such self-deprecation seemed to have slightly blown away the anger in the students' hearts.

"They appear here for a reason, and this should also reduce your disputes." Soul iron is naturally not suitable for use as a training material. With such words, Zongtian must cast some himself.

What.

"I think you should have guessed something, but the result is better than you imagined." If the students were just allowed to observe his skills, naturally many people would choose to practice on their own, but when Zongtian said, he

When the thing to be done is a fire, it is inevitable for those students not to be excited.

"Master, can I help?"

Just when others were rejoicing, a childish voice also appeared next to Zongtian, and looking at Yinbai beside him, Zongtian also showed a warm smile.

"sure."

It was already the fourth day that Zongtian started teaching. Although he did not give these students much guidance during this period, this did not mean that

It means that he has been idle. Since the situation in the soul plane is different from the real world, Zongtian has also conceived a lot of ideas about the furnace he is about to make.

The first thing to solve is naturally the problem of supplying soul energy. Because of their lack of experience, those students cannot be like Zong Tian, ​​who can make a fire and cast such a sword embryo at the same time, and the combination of two people also came into being at this time.

After all, when one person practices, another person needs to be the tool for making fire.

Regarding the source of soul energy, the first thing Zongtian thought of was naturally the soul stone. This crystal of soul energy will immediately turn into abundant soul energy when it is crushed, and this also constitutes the first element of the furnace.

A component, a soul stone crushing chamber.

With the soul energy and the sword pattern mastered by Zongtian, the entire furnace seems to have taken shape, but Zongtian is not satisfied with this appearance. As a good young man who has received education in the real world, the knowledge of physics

He still has some money, so there are some costs that can be reduced, which makes Zongtian want to make the stove more convenient.

Although the previous idea was quite good, when the soul iron piled up like a mountain in front of Zongtian, Zongtian was easily defeated by reality. Because he had never made anything other than weapons, Zongtian was also a little skeptical.

Can I make it myself... No, let alone doing it, lifting such a big object seems to be a problem.

"Cheng Fang." After a brief thought, Zongtian also called over the most authoritative swordsmith among the students.

"What's up?"

Although Zongtian was their master at this time, the way that man often fell into thinking made Cheng Fang a little unflattering, not to mention that he was still in full view of everyone.

"Just asking you something." After saying this to Cheng Fang, Zongcai found that all his students were still paying attention to him, "You should go about your own business first. I still have some small questions.

Needs to be addressed.”

Fortunately, Zongtian dismissed everyone at this time, and Cheng Fang came over reluctantly.

"How did you make the sword float before?" It seemed that when he was thinking about the problem, it was difficult for Zongtian to notice other things. Not to mention the students with different expressions, Cheng Fang's appearance at this time should have made him

feel strange.

"Floating?" Such a weird question naturally attracted Cheng Fang's attention.

"Yes, didn't the sword float when you were refining your soul?" Zongtian made silly gestures, and Cheng Fang finally understood what Zongtian was referring to.

"You mean." Cheng Fang casually picked up a piece of soul iron from his side, "This?"

After Cheng Fang's words, the piece of soul iron also floated in the air.

"Yes, that's it!"

Compared to Zong Tian's excitement, Cheng Fang's expression became increasingly weird.

"You really don't know how to do this?"

"Then I can still lie to you."

And Zongtian didn't quite understand Cheng Fang's weird performance.

"Master, although I admire your sword-making skills, you can't even do this... aren't you an alien?"
Chapter completed!