"It's done!"

Looking at the Ruosheng sword that had finally been formed in front of him, a joy appeared in Wang Ting's eyes.

A true joy.

If born!

This sword that had been following him since he came to this world, accompanied him, and fought side by side with him, was finally recast successfully at this moment, just like an ordinary swordsman who had reached the realm of a legendary swordsman, and thus undergoes complete transformation inside and outside.

All he needs to do next is wait for Ruosheng to cool down and take shape.

Looking at the sword that had not been carefully polished, Wang Ting's heart suddenly moved.

The next moment, a scene of earth, water, fire and wind circulating each other evolved next to the magma river, and emerged on the Ruosheng Sword again. The four major realms, the shattered void, the purgatory field, the thunder field, and the frost field were all shot into the Ruosheng Sword, causing a new round of changes to occur in the Ruosheng Sword.

Not only that, Wang Ting even inspired his spiritual power, formed a spiritual imprint, and blatantly penetrated into the sword body of Ruosheng Sword.

As this spiritual imprint was injected, a feeling that seemed to be connected by flesh and blood surged into my heart. At this moment, Ruosheng Jian no longer seemed to be an ordinary sword, but a clone of Wang Ting, a clone that could be clearly sensed by him even if he was separated by a long distance.

"This is the real name of the sacrificial method... A method that according to the records of the Dongtian Sword Sect, only the strong people in the master's realm can sacrifice and refine. However, the things recorded in the Dongtian Sword Sect are a bit over the time, and the master's realm. It is said that you have cultivated your own sword intent and will, which should mean the extension of the spiritual will. This realm should be the realm of a seventh-level spiritual person. With my current eighth-level spiritual power, you can use this method in advance."

Wang Ting muttered to himself.

He condensed the spiritual marks and imprinted them in every corner of Ruosheng Sword. He used his own spiritual power to completely refine the entire Ruosheng Sword. For a moment, the magic sword actually emitted a faint spiritual fluctuation.

Although this spiritual fluctuation is just a remnant of the royal court's spiritual power, it can be expressed from the side. What a surprising change has happened to the sword.

"What a pity, I can only reach this level. I have spiritual power remaining, but my will has not been derived. I am still a little short of quasi-legacy-level weapons..."

After using his spiritual power to completely temper the Ruosheng Sword, Wang Ting breathed a sigh of relief, with a little regret in his expression.

"But I believe that this is only temporary. As time goes by, I will continue to temper and inspire it with my mental power. One day, the Ruosheng Sword can transform from the inside out and produce its own will, thus becoming a legendary weapon in one fell swoop."

Wang Ting muttered to himself, with a strong sense of confidence in his eyes.

After a moment, his eyes fell again on Master Yan Yan next to him.

This powerful man at the peak of the semi-saint obviously shook his spirits under the impact of that spiritual storm and has not yet awakened.

After pondering for a moment, Wang Ting simply did it himself and cast the style of Ruosheng Sword.

The most critical part of the Ruosheng Sword has been completed, and the next step is to create the style. Wang Ting is completely capable of this process, but the craftsmanship is nothing more than that of the Ruosheng Sword, which makes the appearance of the Ruosheng Sword unable to be as beautiful as those sword-casting masters.

Soon, an hour had passed.

After an hour of coma, Master Yan Yan finally woke up.

Seeing Wang Ting who was taking action in the casting furnace, Master Yan Yan seemed to have thought of something, and there was a hint of horror in his expression. After a moment, the horror turned into guilt: "I'm really sorry, Your Highness Wang Ting, I'm afraid that this time, will let down Your Highness's high hopes."

"It's okay, I have completed the fusion process. Since Master Yan Yan is awake, let's leave the next step of forming to Master Yan Yan."

“Fused?”

Yan Yan was slightly stunned. He thought of the pressure that made him tremble from the depths of his soul when he fused the ore, and his eyes were filled with incredible: "Your Highness Wang Ting, are you talking about that ore being fused into Ruosheng Sword?"

Wang Ting nodded, then used his empty hand to give up his position to forge his sword.

Yan Yan looked at Ruosheng Sword for a moment, but he did not see much flaw. Moreover, he didn't know what method Wang Ting used to cast this sword, but there were some changes inside that he couldn't even see.

Seeing that Ruosheng Jian was fine, Yan Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

This time, Wang Ting prepared too many precious materials to cast Ruosheng Sword. Some of the materials, even real swordsman-level powerful men, would be moved by them. Once the sword casting fails, all these precious materials will be wasted. Even if Yan Yan loses everything, he can't afford to pay.

Jian was fine, and finally let go of a big burden in his heart. Yan Yan couldn't help asking curiously: "Your Highness Wang Ting, what is the mystery of the ore you gave me before? Why did I feel an unimaginable pressure coming to my body at the critical moment when I melted that ore. That feeling was really terrible. Even if my semi-saint peak cultivation level was at the face of that pressure, I actually had any power of resistance..."

"This ore is what I have obtained from a broken statue of the God of the Underworld. That spiritual power, ten of them, is the power of the God of the Underworld."

"Divine power!"

Yan Yan felt a sense of sternness in his heart.

After awesomeness, he couldn't help but feel excited again. Divine power, this is Divine power.

He had just clearly sensed the mighty power?

If he could just support the power of divine power, perhaps his own cultivation level would enter a new field in one fell swoop.

It's a pity...

After shaking his head, Yan Yan once again set his eyes on Ruosheng Sword.

Although Wang Ting's sword-casting technique was very inferior, Yan Yan was ultimately a casting master. After some modifications, this Ruosheng sword was quickly cast successfully. After half a day of cooling, after tempering the edge, a brand new magic sword appeared in front of the two of them.

The Ruosheng Sword recast, because of Wang Ting's previous beating, did not look like a peerless divine sword, and at best it could be comparable to a top-class sword. However, Yan Yan, who cast this divine sword himself, deeply understood that this sword. In terms of true texture, it is definitely not inferior to the sword of any of the four most powerful legendary swordsmen, and even better than the swords of one or two of them. Looking at the entire ASEAN, this sword can definitely rank among the top ten.

This is a real magic sword.

"Your Highness Wang Ting, although there were some accidents in the process, I was finally lucky to be disappointed."

After glanced at Ruosheng Sword, Yan Yan said with emotion, and formally handed the sword to Wang Ting.

"Thank you, Master Yan Yan."

Wang Ting stretched out his hand and took the Ruosheng sword.

The moment his hand contacted the Ruosheng sword, a feeling of flesh and blood connected to his heart. It was as if at this moment, what he was holding in his hand was not a sword, but an extension of his arm and a continuation of his body.

"Calculate the time. It's been eight days. After staying in the underground world for eight days, we should go up too."

Wang Ting nodded.

The two of them walked along the stairs and walked out of the underground sword-making room. After a while, they arrived at the courtyard built outside the Flame Valley.

In eight days, even Yan Yan was a powerful man at the peak of semi-saints, he still felt a sense of exhaustion from the bottom of his heart and was resting for the rest of the day.

Wang Ting also took advantage of this day to restore his energy and summarize the three new areas of understanding.

The next day, the few people who had recovered their energy gathered together again, but the location was transferred from the courtyard where Master Yan Yan Yan lived to the square not far away for the Wind God ship.

It's time to say goodbye.

"Master Yan Yan, I have been there in the past few days."

"Your Highness Wang Ting is polite. Since I can have this skill and help Your Highness Wang Ting cast this sword, I naturally have no choice but to do so."

"Master Yan Yan spent eight days to forge this sword for me, and remember it in my heart. If Master Yan Yan has something to do in the future, he can send his disciples to the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy to find me. If I can do it, I will definitely do my best."

As soon as these words were said, a hint of joy appeared on Yan Yan's face.

The reason why he tried his best to recast Ruosheng Sword for the Royal Court was this promise.

Wang Ting is less than twenty-five years old and has the strength of a legendary swordsman who is not inferior to the liquefaction stage of Thunder Swordsman Thunder Rifting Kong. God knows how far he can grow in the future? Not to mention it, the realm of the strongest legendary swordsman can always be reached. If you go further in the stage of the strongest legendary swordsman and become a swordsman of the Sword Saint level, then the promise will be valuable enough to make anyone in the entire ASEAN be afraid of it except the four great lords.

Who dares to be unable to get along with someone who even owes others a favor to the Sword Saint-level powerhouse?

"Haha, thank you Your Highness Wang Ting. If your Highness has any weapons to cast in the future, you can give me the instructions, Yan Yan, and my cultivation level is naturally not comparable to Your Highness Wang Ting. However, in terms of casting, I believe that there are only a handful of ASEAN technology that is similar to me."

Wang Ting nodded.

"Master Yan Yan, please come back."

Fang Daoyuan said politely.

"If Your Highness Fang Daoyuan has time, you can come to my Flame Valley again to have a tour."

Fang Daoyuan nodded politely.

But he knew in his heart that Yan Yan's enthusiastic invitation was for the sake of Wang Ting. Although he was a legendary swordsman from the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy, his status was far from reaching the level of being able to make Yan Yan, the peak semi-saint, take the initiative to get along with him.

After saying goodbye, the two of them boarded the Wind God Ship of the Divine Selected Swordsman Academy together.

In the whistling wind, this huge giant rose up again, rose to the sky and entered the crowd, and in a short while, it disappeared from everyone's sight.

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