However, in the weapon refining chapter, the home use of the True Yuan Fire is used.

There must also be a refining furnace as a tool to cooperate. Finally, it is cast and molded under the control of powerful spiritual consciousness.

The lowest-level weapons refined can also be called magic weapons.

Even the lowest-level first-level magic weapon is much sharper than the so-called magic weapon used by ordinary people.

Ye Bufei is only at the third level of Qi refining. If he wants to refine magic weapons, he must at least wait until he has real fire and cultivates his spiritual consciousness before he can barely proceed.

In this situation, it is impossible to do as mentioned in the weapon refining chapter. The shape of the knife alone will stump Ye Bufei.

If it is cast directly with a mold, then this Xiao Li flying knife is just a blade made of ordinary modern craftsmanship. Ye Bufei doesn't need an ordinary knife.

Therefore, you have to create, temper and sharpen this knife yourself.

Only the sword you create yourself understands it best, and can you achieve the connection between the heart and the sword, and finally reach the superior state of unity of human and sword.

However, Ye Bufei knew nothing about casting knives. After thinking about it for a while, Ye Bufei's eyes lit up.

Early the next morning, the guy went straight to the house of Master Chen Kanghuai, an old blacksmith who had been washing his hands and resting vegetables for more than ten years in Lion City.

With the development of modern casting technology, a knife is used to produce a production knife and pour the molten iron into the mold and it can be formed in less than a few minutes.

For this reason, the traditional iron-smithing craftsmanship basically lost space for survival under its impact.

The iron shops only have sporadic existences in some remote towns. As for this craft, they are almost at a loss.

Ye Bufei had heard of Master Chen Kanghuai because of mold problems in the casting factory, but he had never been able to visit him.

The taxi traveled through the alley for a long time and finally stopped in a stone yard that covers a considerable area. Although the yard covers a lot of land, the moss covered with walls and the granite stones with dark spots tell people that the yard building is very old.

After paying the money, I looked up and saw that the courtyard door and the door frame were actually made of iron, but the vicissitudes of time have made this tall and majestic iron door rusty.

However, there are two words engraved on the lintel of the door frame - Iron King.

He was indeed very loud, and Ye Bufei couldn't help but feel respectful. It is said that the Chen family's title of "Iron King" has been passed down for more than ten years, and it can be traced back to the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. This guy patted the dust on his clothes and buckled the iron ring on the door.

The small door creaked and opened with a harsh sound, revealing a small head and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"I, Ye Bufei, come to find Senior Chen Tiewang." Ye Bufei said politely.

"My grandfather hasn't made a blacksmith anymore." Little head said as he was about to close the door.

"You are wrong, I'm here to treat him." Ye Bufei shook his head in a picture of the way I was a saint doctor with a wonderful hand.

This guy has already found out clearly. The old man Chen Kanghuai has a strange temper.

Jin Peng washes his hands not because he is not good at making ironwork. As the successor of the Iron King, he still has some food to make a living.

For example, some retro swords and guns now still need to be made by hand. For example, swords and guns in film and television dramas.

The key is that this old man has leg problems, so he can't do anything to make a blacksmith to wash his hands.

Later, some people went to ask for iron tools, but they were all turned away.

"Grandpa, the doctor is here." Little Brain was indeed fooled, and he shouted into the yard.

"Doctor Li, right? Invite him in?" A slightly hoarse voice came from the yard.

So Ye Bufei stepped into the yard.

I found an old man with a completely white beard in the yard lying on a bamboo chair holding a teapot and drinking morning tea.

"Doctor Li so early..." The old man put down the teapot and turned to see. He probably saw that it was not Dr. Li who came. The second half of the sentence immediately choked back, frowned, and asked loudly, "Who are you?"

Ye Bufei was stunned for a moment, but the old man's questioning was full of energy. Just listening to this sound, you could tell that the tone contained a lot of internal energy.

Could this old man be a warrior?

Thinking of his iron-smart skills, it takes strength to make a blacksmart.

Especially those who can be called the "Iron King" can produce exquisite iron tools without the strength of a lot of people? Eighty-most have practiced martial arts.

Ye Bufei thought like this in his heart, and his eyes quickly glanced on the old man's thigh for a few times. Then, he hugged his fists in a calm state and said, "Baby Ye Bufei, is here to seek skills."

"Skills, haha, joke, there are still young people who are willing to learn this outdated craft?" Chen Kanghuai smiled, looked at Ye Bufei, and said, "Young people, go back. There is no future in ironwork. It is useless to learn it, not to mention that it is too difficult to learn. There is no ten or eight years of learning."

"Boy, I am determined to learn this traditional job. Is Master Chen willing to bring it into the coffin? This is our traditional skill in China. If you lose it, you will become a sinner for the ages. Are you worthy of your ancestors?" Ye Bufei asked bluntly and sharply.

"You are a bad guy. If I hit you, I dare to curse my grandfather and die soon." Little head was smart, and clenched his fists and angrily looked at him.

"What sinners forever, what forgetting ancestors? I, Chen Kanghuai, already have several disciples. I am worthy of the motherland, the people, and the ancestors." Chen Kanghuai was a little annoyed, and picked up the tea and signaled his grandson who was only eight or nine years old, "Chen Jun, see off the guests."

"Haha, you deserve them but you are sorry for your old cold legs. Let's not say anything, just get out of here." Ye Bufei pulled the next sentence and turned around and was about to leave.

Of course, this guy is playing the trick of trying to get.

"I have seen many tricks like you. Is it useless to force me? It's useless. If it can be cured, it doesn't have to be delayed for more than ten years." Chen Kanghuai was an old fox, and he saw through what Ye Bufei was playing at first sight.

"Hehe, the cold is in the heart but not in the legs. The heart is connected to the legs, and the legs are cold without fatigue." Ye Bufei sneered and continued walking.

"Slow down." Chen Kanghuai's voice came from behind.

"What, do you want to treat it?" Ye Bufei didn't look back.

"I don't understand what you are talking about. However, you can sit down and drink tea with me and chat with me." Chen Kanghuai said.

"You know in your heart why you need to talk to me. I don't have to talk to you if you don't have sincerity." Ye Bufei said and continued to leave.

"Your Excellency, you would have been so angry that if you had been more than ten years ago, you would have thrown it out immediately." At this time, a middle-aged man with a thin face and a air-conditioned face came out of the stone house.

“More than ten years ago, Master Chen had a large number of customers.

He is a master, so of course he can do whatever he wants.

But, how is it now? The door is not aware of it, and it is too stubborn and does not admit defeat.

I was so embarrassed to bet on my breath.

Times have changed, we must all be brave enough to admit our mistakes.

Those who don’t even recognize this are real cowards.” Ye Bufei suddenly turned around and stared at the middle-aged man with bright eyes.

"Boy, you are not greedy. My dad has walked more bridges than you have walked. What are you? Mao Wuchangquan dares to teach my dad a lesson. What qualifications do you have to say this? Get out of here, otherwise, I, Chen Taile, are you polite." Chen Taile said fiercely.

"Taile, please invite Mr. Ye into the house." At this time, Chen Kanghuai suddenly said. Chen Taile was stunned and stared at his father and said, "Dad, why should we invite such a wild boy who is not polite?"

"Tare, he said it right, it was my father who was wrong. I was really stubborn in the past and didn't want to admit it. Now, thinking about it, my decision was indeed outrageously wrong. Otherwise, it wouldn't have made people help me even walk, either." Chen Kanghuai said.

"Dad, what's going on?" Chen Taile looked confused.
Chapter completed!