Huh…huh…huh…huh…”

Feng Mofeng inserted the sword tip of the Black Iron Sword into the fire, pulled the bellows, and burned the coal in the furnace. After burning for an hour, Feng Mofeng added coal once, but the Black Iron Sword still showed no sign of redness.

Seeing that he had pulled the bellows for two hours in a row, Yang Yifei proposed to change himself to pull it for a while and let him rest, but was rejected.

Although Feng Mofeng is the worst martial arts among the brothers of Taohua Island, he has practiced his internal skills for more than 20 years and his skills are not weak. He is just pulling the bellows. Even if he continues to pull this for a day, there is no pressure.

Yang Yifei sat for a while, suddenly remembered something, got up and walked to the stove with a try-and-see attitude, reached out to hold the hilt of the Xuan Iron Sword, and the Nine Yang true energy was transmitted into the stove along the sword body. The fire suddenly became lit up, and even the color changed.

Originally, the flame in the furnace was just red and yellow, but at this time there were signs of blueness. The Nine Yang true energy almost pushed the temperature of the furnace to its peak. The so-called fire was perfect. When the flame turned blue, it was the time when the temperature of the furnace was the highest.

Feng Mofeng exclaimed when he saw this: "Young Master has such a fierce true qi. I have never seen such a yang and hot true qi!"

Yang Yifei smiled and said, "The martial arts we practiced below are called Nine Yang Divine Arts, which are the most yang and hot in the world."

"So that's it." Feng Mofeng was slightly lost because of the word "Nine Yang". It's true that there are Nine Yin Divine Arts in the world, and what's so strange about having Nine Yang Divine Arts?

After a moment of silence, Feng Mofeng asked again: "Do you dare to ask Mr. Yang, do you know the whereabouts of your family master?"

Yang Yifei said: "I don't know this. Huang Lao Xie is indefinitely circumvented. The dragon sees his head but not his tail. Even his biological daughter doesn't know his whereabouts. How can I know?"

"But his daughter and son-in-law are now guarding Xiangyang to prevent the Tartars from invading. If you go there to find them, you can always see Huang Lao Xie."

Feng Mofeng nodded. He had already planned to help Yang Yifei beat the Black Iron Sword, so he went back to Taohua Island to meet his master. He heard this, naturally there was no need, "Young Master, can you tell me about the junior sister and brother-in-law?"

Yang Yifei said: "What's wrong? Speaking of you, the junior sister, that's also a popular legend. A few years ago, she and Huang Laoxie were angry and left Taohua Island privately..."

Yang Yifei told Feng Mofeng the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes. Feng Mofeng was fascinated when he heard it. Li Mochou also listened with relish, and time passed without realizing it.

With Yang Yifei's assistance from the Nine Yang True Qi, the Xuan Iron Sword, which was originally expected to take three hours to burn red, became red in less than two hours.

Telling a story is not about memorizing it. There is no need to memorize the more than one million words, and it is impossible for someone to memorize it. A very long description can often be explained in one sentence. Therefore, when the Black Iron Sword is burned red, Yang Yifei's story has been finished.

"Since then, Guo Jing and Huang Rong settled in Xiangyang to help the Song Dynasty guard Xiangyang. I just went to participate in their daughter's Zhou Qiqing a few days ago."

Feng Mofeng's eyes were red, and tears were still on his face, because from Yang Yifei's story, he learned that his senior brothers and sisters had all died.

Except for Lu Chengfeng, he had a good death, others either died tragically or had no news, which made him very sad.

"Brother Feng, the sword body has melted, I'm working hard." Yang Yifei saw that the sword tip had been burned to the point of the sword and turned yellow and white, so he let go of the hilt of the sword, stopped the output of the Nine Yang true energy, and spoke to Feng Mofeng.

Feng Mofeng nodded, stood up and held the hilt of the sword and took out the black iron sword. He placed the semicircular sword tip obliquely on the anvil, held a large iron hammer with his right hand and hit the sword tip with an inclined surface.

To hit the tip of the sword, you must first hit the inclined surfaces on both sides, then cross over, and thin the edges into a sharp edge.

Although Feng Mofeng's legs and feet are inconvenient and cannot get the strength from his feet, his internal strength is deep and it is not difficult to dance the hammer. Moreover, he incorporated the unique method of Taohua Island's power-driven exercise in the process of making iron, which is more efficient.

Soon, the semicircular sword head turned into a sharp triangle with a very small angle, and the sword tip became extremely sharp, but the red sword body gradually cooled down. Feng Mofeng inserted the sword into the stove again. This time, the entire sword was inserted, leaving only the hilt outside.

It was already noon at this time. Yang Yifei returned outside and took some food with Feng Mofeng on his back. They all had some cold food, such as braised pig trotters, braised beef, braised chicken legs, etc. He also took a small bottle of Erguotou, which was packed with 100 ml, so he would not get drunk.

Feng Mofeng was already struggling to live. He usually used some hoes and sickles to sell them in nearby towns. He couldn't make much money at all. He could barely make a living and could not eat a meal of meat for a long time.

Today's meal of wine and meat is the best meal he has eaten in recent years, and he can't help but become more energetic in the afternoon.

With Yang Yifei's assistance, the sword that was originally expected to be beaten in one day was basically completed when night fell, and the rest was only sharpening the sword.

Yang Yifei couldn't help, but just invited Feng Mofeng to have a supper. With the hardness of the Black Iron Sword, it was probably better to get it in the middle of the night. Feng Mofeng asked Yang Yifei and Li Mochou to rest first.

Yang Yifei consumed a lot of internal energy today, so he went back to the carriage to meditate and recovered, while Li Mochou slept beside him.

...

The next day, Feng Mofeng handed the black iron sword that had already been sharp and cast, to Yang Yifei, "Young Master Yang, I originally wanted to make a scabbard for you, but after it was made, the scabbard could not bear the sharpness of the black iron sword. As soon as it was inserted, it cut the scabbard."

"This sword is probably difficult to find materials suitable for scabbards, and it is not easy to carry with you!"

Yang Yifei's eyes showed a sudden look. No wonder Dugu Qiubai didn't open the sword for the Xuan Iron Sword. He played with a heavy sword without a sharp edge, and he was not skilled. I guess this was also a reason?

The black iron sword without a sharp edge is called smashing when attacking. It is simply unnecessary to make the sword shape. That is, Dugu Qiubai has been playing with swords all his life. If someone else is involved, it would be better to directly make a black iron whip or black iron ruler? Anyway, it is all blunt weapon damage.

So, the Xuan Iron Sword without a sharp edge is soulless. No matter how awesome the Xuan Iron Sword is, it is not as good as the peerless sword created by "Heihan"? People still have to open their edges!

"Brother Feng, don't worry, this is not a problem for you." Yang Yifei smiled slightly, took the Black Iron Sword, disappeared after taking the Black Iron Sword with his hand.

"This...this..."

Looking at Feng Mofeng's confused look, Yang Yifei and Li Mochou smiled at each other, and then flipped their hands again. A brick weighing a full kilogram appeared in Yang Yifei's palm and stuffed it into Feng Mofeng's hand without saying a word.

"Brother Feng, thank you for your hard work this day and night. You can collect this little money and buy a carriage. Go to Xiangyang City as soon as possible. Don't let Huang Laoxie down again."

Feng Mofeng suddenly became anxious, "How can this make it? The wine and meat you invited me to eat yesterday was worth far more than your wages. How could I charge you so much more money?"
Chapter completed!