Chapter 1017 How Did She Do It?

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However, it was obvious that Gong Xi Kuangdao really thought too much.

As time passed, a flame enveloped the iron crystal tightly, and a hazy halo emerged from the surface of the iron crystal.

Ling Chuxi keenly grasped the changes within the iron essence, and once again found the best time to start forging.

"How could this happen?" Gong Xi Kuang Dao was completely sluggish. Until this moment, Ling Chuxi still showed no signs of losing strength. She was able to do it easily and effortlessly, as if she had no effort at all.

Not to mention Gong Xi Kuang Dao herself, not even the previous clan leader of the Gong Xi clan, or even several highly respected clan leaders, could ever be so relaxed. How did she do it?

Compared with Ling Chuxi, the name of forging, which the Gongxi clan has enjoyed for tens of thousands of years, is simply not worthy of its name. At this time, Gongxi Kuangdao felt full of frustration, but at the same time, he also believed more in what he had done before. It was decided that Ling Chuxi was the only hope for the Gongxi clan to get out of the desperate situation.

Several other people also looked at Ling Chuxi with admiration. Before, they still suspected that the reason why Ling Chuxi successfully forged the dagger was due to luck, but what about now? Is it also luck? There is no doubt that Ling Chuxi's forging talent has surpassed anyone in the Gongxi family today, and is even comparable to those legendary forging masters, or even stronger than them.

Finally, as they watched, a Bahuang sword with extremely graceful lines and full of murderous intent emerged from the sky. The cold light and the exquisite cloud patterns made people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.

Buzz... Bahuang Battle Sword noticed a trembling sound.

The hearts of Gong Xi Kuang Dao and others suddenly rose to their throats, and the spirit casting began.

With the trembling sound of the Bahuang sword, Ling Chuxi's sea of ​​​​qi also swayed, but this time, the Nine Yin Jue Meridian in the seal did not change at all. Ling Chuxi knew that the spirit casting might not be successful this time. If she guessed correctly, the spirit casting could only be successful if the forged artifact resonated with the Jiuyin Jue Vein.

Sure enough, just as Ling Chuxi expected, after a few tremblings, the Bahuang War Sword stopped responding and lay quietly on the ground, apparently without any spirituality.

"Oh, what a pity." Ling Chuxi couldn't help but sigh.

But there was no trace of disappointment on Gong Xi Kuangdao's face. His mind had been completely occupied by surprise. Even now, except for a little bit of disappointment, there was still no trace of exhaustion on Ling Chuxi's face.

"Sir, how did you do it? Even the elders of our clan would need at least half a month to forge a Bahuang sword, consuming countless amounts of energy. How could you be so relaxed?" Gong Xikuang Dao finally couldn't help but asked.

"Based on feeling." Ling Chuxi thought for a while and gave an answer that she didn't know was an answer.

She now understands that the key reason why Gong Xi Kuang Dao and others have such a hard time forging lies in the feeling. They cannot judge the degree of smelting of the iron essence, nor can they find the best time to forge it. Reluctant to waste iron essence, we can only sacrifice a large amount of Qi, carefully control the Qi and fire temperature, and slowly search for the so-called feeling. To put it bluntly, it is actually gambling on luck.

Even though Gong Xi’s Crazy Sword was so exhausted that he was panting like a dog trying to forge a blade tip, only one or two percent of it actually worked.

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