Fengwu Qinshang

Chapter 166: Mo Wen

Not long after, ten teachers came in from the side door and sat on ten armchairs.

A person came over, looked at the ten students present and said:

"After two days of competition, the top ten have been selected. Today's competition is about forging, smelting, transformation and inlaying. The materials used are all high-grade raw stones, which are subdivided into levels from Spirit Level 7 to Spirit Level 9. The competition lasts for four hours. The results of the competition will be determined by level and appearance. After the competition, the finished products will be identified and ranked, and you can take them away as a reward. Those who fail to complete the competition within the specified time will be deemed to have failed!"

"The rewards for this competition are three spirit stones and three crystal stones in the Gem Pavilion, regardless of whether you win or lose. The first place prize can be found on the third floor. The second and third place prizes will be on the second floor. The fourth to tenth place prizes will be on the first floor."

Now I give you a stick of incense to choose spirit stones and crystal stones.

As soon as he finished speaking, a huge cabinet beside him opened, and it was filled with spirit stones and crystals neatly arranged inside.

As soon as the cabinet door opened, Qin Feng followed everyone to the cabinet!

Not to mention, Chang'an Academy is known for its forging, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is the cradle of forgers. Just for the sake of the competition, the quality of the raw stones displayed is good. This makes Qin Feng look forward to the gem pavilion that the teacher just mentioned!

Qin Feng looked at it and pondered, "Now my highest forging skill is the three-color silver, but it is almost impossible to forge it in four hours. Although my cultivation is much stronger now than it was then, it seems that I still can't be complacent. Now that I have it, why not take this opportunity to forge a sword for Qin. Qin is of the gold attribute, let me think about it! Among the two children, Qi is taciturn, but Qin is a little wise. Why not forge a Mo Wen for him in the name of Mo Wen, who symbolizes wisdom! Mo Wen has a shameful future, but only hopes to have no regrets in this life!"

Mo Wen's sword is two feet and four inches long, his entire body is dark in color, he does not look impressive but he is deeply wise!

After thinking about it, Qin Feng began to search carefully!

After a stick of incense had passed, Qin Feng returned to his circle with two raw stones, one large and one small!

It was not just unintentional or intentional. In the circular competition arena composed of three, four, and three, Qin Feng was right in the middle.

Qin Feng was too lazy to think about it. At this moment, he was closing his eyes and recalling the forging techniques of the two pieces of raw stones in his hands, and began to deduce.

Commit yourself to it, over and over again.

When he opened his eyes, someone had already started hammering:

"when!"

Qin Feng looked around and found that the other nine people were indeed the ones who had broken out of the encirclement. The forging tables and hammers alone were of high quality!

"Ok!"

At this moment, the source of the divine fire in Qin Feng's body was a little excited. Qin Feng knew that there was a higher level of spiritual fire or even holy fire here, otherwise the source of the divine fire would not be so excited!

"Little guy, be patient! Don't be impatient!"

After Qin Feng calmed the source of the divine fire, he used his divine mind to release the red wood mixed iron forging furnace, placed the metal ore on the anvil, and took out the mountain-breaking purple gold hammer with a green flame. He stared at the metal ore that was larger than the bowl, stood still, tightened his waist, raised the hammer in his hand and smashed it down:

"when!"

Red-grained cotton iron is soft but very tough, and is an excellent material for making soft swords. The weapon spirit is full of aura but lacks a little bit of hostility, which makes most great swordsmen stay away from it. After all, great swordsmen focus on attack and punishment, and such a soft sword seems too weak!

But this is exactly what Qin Feng wants.

It is quite easy to make red-veined cotton iron and awaken the spirit of the weapon. It takes 30% of the strength and 47 hammers to successfully awaken the spirit to the first level.

As time passed, Qin Feng's last hammer struck down with a crisp "ding" sound, and the seventh level of the Red Veined Cotton Iron was successfully awakened.

Level seven has already entered the ranks of high-level spiritual weapons.

Everything was normal at this point. Although Qin Feng was a little out of breath, his blood and energy were still not burning.

However, the eighth and ninth levels are the most difficult to extract this red-striped cotton iron. It is not that it requires a lot of strength, but the agility of this weapon spirit is much greater than that of other weapon spirits, and its spirituality is too strong but difficult to control.

This requires Qin Feng to concentrate all his experience to control the technique. The slightest deviation may cause damage to the weapon spirit or even cause it to explode.

It's like a playful child running around. You dare not stop him, but can only follow his temper, comforting and controlling him.

Qin Feng thought to himself, "I need to devote myself wholeheartedly, but I have to guard against those unfriendly eyes around me. How can I choose?"

But then I thought of the ghost hand and the golden sword Jiuge:

"Hey! You can't get a gangster without risking your wife! If anyone wants to die, come on!"

Thinking of this, Qin Feng made up his mind, concentrated all his energy, stared at the black spirit stone in front of him, which was already the size of a bowl, raised his sledgehammer and brought it down again:

"when!"

"when"

 …

He was focused and controlled each blow to the millimeter. Every time the hammer was raised and lowered, the spirit in the spirit stone was sealed in the spirit stone at the right angle.

With every blow of the hammer, the weapon spirit would grow more excited, rushing left and right, trying to break free from the constraints of the raw stone, but every conflict would be suppressed by the next hammer.

"Ding!"

The eighth level of spiritual awakening is perfect!

Around Qin Feng, three pairs of eyes were closely watching his every move. These three people had received orders that they would rather give up the game and try their best to kill Qin Feng.

One of them is Zhao Guanliang, who is known as a rare genius in the forging department of Chang'an Academy and ranks second on the Chang'an Academy forging list. Zhao Guanliang is the direct disciple of Fan Yuqing, the president of Chang'an Academy, but he also has another identity, that is, the nephew of Zhao Dingtian, the third in command of the Holy Forging Organization.

This guy was wondering why Qin Feng had not started burning his blood and energy even though he had already reached level 8. He and the other two surrounded Qin Feng, waiting for the opportunity to give him the most fatal blow.

The three of them looked at each other, and Zhao Guanliang signaled to wait a little longer!

How could he know that Qin Feng had already begun to slowly burn his blood and energy when he awakened his spirit at level seven, but no concrete form had appeared!

At this time, Qin Feng was still concentrating on hammering one after another. He had fallen into deep meditation. The red-veined cotton iron had shrunk by nearly half under the blows of his hammer, and the spirit of the weapon inside was firmly controlled in the original stone by the hammer and could not break out.

Finally, "BOOM!"

There was a loud bang and someone died.

As the loud bang was heard, the two masters instantly came to the man's side and raised their hands. Two flaming shields blocked his forging table and the shock wave generated by the explosion.

The student looked frustrated and left the competition venue in disgrace.

The others were stunned, but then they kept their minds focused and continued forging.

Qin Feng was oblivious to what was happening in the world at this moment. He was too focused, and even such a big noise was blocked out by his deep meditation!

Zhao Guanliang was secretly delighted when he saw this. Despite such a big commotion, Qin Feng was not moved at all. It seemed that he had put all his energy into forging!

These three men, one hammer after another, seemed serious, but in fact, all their attention was focused on Qin Feng!

They were waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the moment when Qin Feng's ninth-level spirit was awakened. Often at that moment, the cultivators were happy, and it was also the most critical moment for the cultivators to control their spirits, and it was also the time when the cultivators were the most exhausted and weak physically and mentally!

“Dangdangdang…”