The liver produces the strongest player

Chapter 611 Comprehension
"The first of the Eighteen Methods of Heavenly Works is called 'Selection of Tools'." Liu Wenjun mobilized his spiritual energy as he spoke, and his fingers were caressing the materials prepared on the casting platform like a breeze.

Jiang Yang did not hesitate to open his yin and yang eyes and take a closer look. Although Liu Wenjun was new to Xiantian, his control over his spiritual power was extremely strong. Under her control, his spiritual power penetrated like ripples through the parts she touched. The material then flows back like a tide.

Jiang Yang could naturally see that this was an extremely powerful way to use spiritual power. If he used this kind of spiritual power to attack the enemy, he could pass through the enemy's defense and damage the enemy's organs silently.

For a time, Liu Wenjun already knew the internal details of the material, its density, hardness and other information.

She looked at Jiang Yang aside, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

"Master Jiang, watch carefully, the next step is the second method, melting objects!"

With a flick of her finger, a bit of red spiritual power flew into the furnace, and the flames in the furnace immediately burst into flames.

Then she made a finger with her left hand, and a piece of material that had been selected flew into the furnace.

It's just that what she uses is fairy material. Even if her fairy power is almost exhausted, it can't be burned and melted by ordinary flames.

But when Jiang Yang saw her, he took out another red lead shot and threw it into the furnace. Then, spiritual power was poured into the furnace like threads.

Liu Wenjun said: "Now I need to immerse this unique lotus elixir into the immortal material according to its properties."

"According to the characteristics of the fairy material, it needs to be refined and infiltrated little by little to soften it. Only then can the forging begin."

Liu Wenjun continued to perform, and although it was a casting technique that was wide open and closed, there was actually a kind of exquisite beauty in her hands. Her slender fingers were flying, just like dancing, and every move had a certain charm.

Jiang Yang watched quietly from the side. From smelting to forging, Jiang Yang watched with great concentration. Gradually, the immortal materials were beating and deforming on the forging table, which actually gave Jiang Yang the illusion that the forged materials were about to give birth to life.

A dead thing, a sense of life?
Jiang Yang frowned and shook his head.

At this time, Liu Wenjun wiped his sweat, glanced at Jiang Yang, and smiled softly.

She opened her mouth and said, "I heard from our ancestors that if you practice this sword-making skill to a deep level, you can even forge a sword spirit."

The art of casting souls?Jiang Yang was a little strange. Isn't the weapon spirit like the weapon spirit that blocks the sun, with some kind of spirit refined into it?
When he looked at the fairy material again, he felt that the feeling of life seemed to have disappeared.

Liu Wenjun said: "Of course, that is just a legend. The art of casting spirits has been lost long ago, and there is no way for future generations to cast sword spirits."

"Go on." Jiang Yang didn't answer, just urged.

Liu Wenjun looked at the expressionless Jiang Yang and was slightly stunned. Then he stopped talking and continued casting.

As Liu Wenjun began to cast, Jiang Yang felt that the feeling of life was born again under her hands after a while.

Although it was very weak, Jiang Yang actually captured it.

It just seems that something is missing, that feeling of life is always missing.

He was surprised, but he didn't dare to be distracted.

Liu Wenjun said: "I would like to ask Island Master Jiang not to make any sound next. I will start repairing the divine sword next. It is easy for others to make a sound and startle the spirit in the sword."

Liu Wenjun took the broken divine sword and melted it into the fire, burning it until red.

She became more focused than before, so much so that Jiang Yang felt that her forging technique and frequency had a very special rhythm.

It seemed that the frequency of the blowing of the wind, the surge of fire, and the vibration of the sword gradually matched.

After a period of time, as these things became more consistent with each other, Jiang Yang found that the signs of dead things turning into living things became more and more obvious.

Jiang Yang's heart moved. Could there be any connection between this?
Or, could this be a casting technique?
Jiang Yang was puzzled in his heart, and at the same time, his brain was running at high speed, observing every detail while thinking about the doubts in his heart.

Time passes minute by minute, the sun rises to the moon sets, and the moon sets to the sun rises.

Jiang Yang could feel the caution in Liu Wenjun's every move, and the further back he went, the more cautious he became.

Jiang Yang's brows also furrowed even more tightly.Because he felt that the frequency of that fit seemed to be weakening.

His heart moved again, wondering if he could match this frequency?
When he thought this way, he began to adjust himself, adjust his breathing, adjust the flow of blood, and adjust the flow of spiritual power.

Even adjusting its own subtle shaking.

No, not enough, that's not it.

Jiang Yang kept adjusting, and he realized that such a thing was not easy.

These frequencies vibrated up and down like water waves, but they were irregular and unpredictable. When I was about to get close, they suddenly changed again.

It is like a naughty wind, unpredictable.

But Jiang Yang discovered a phenomenon, that is, when he began to approach this frequency, the feeling of life became more intense.

'Strange, how could this happen? '

'Could it be that Liu Wenjun's incompatibility just now was not her problem, but my heartbeat? '

Suddenly an idea flashed through his mind, and a wise saying he heard from nowhere flashed across his mind.

When the monk saw the flags moving, he said, "The flags are moving."

But another monk said: "It's not the flags that are moving, but the wind."

When the old monk heard this, he said: "It's not the wind that moves, it's not the flags that move, it's the heart of a benevolent person that moves."

Jiang Yang was shocked, what if he couldn't move?
He slowly calmed down his heart, and then stopped his intention to deliberately match the inexplicable frequency. Slowly, his breathing rate, blood flow, and spiritual power all started to move on their own.

He quickly withdrew from the gradually congruent frequency, and the strange sense of life was also lost.

But as his heart gradually settled into a state of stillness, something strange happened.

His breathing, blood flow, and spiritual energy flow all became extremely natural.

It is as natural as the flow of wind, the surge of fire, the rotation of the earth, and the movement of the sun and moon.

In such natural operation, it naturally integrates into that special frequency, just like becoming one with nature.

At this moment, Jiang Yang suddenly felt that the whole world seemed to be a little different.

The beating feeling of life became more and more obvious. He felt that there was a vague and unawakened life in the sword forged by Liu Wenjun, as if it was conceived in the mother's womb. Although it was weak, it had already taken shape and was just waiting. Excellent craftsmen dug it out.

Such obvious signs of life, but Liu Wenjun was like a blind man, unable to detect them all the time. Not only was he unable to discover them, but sometimes the life he was gestating was slightly damaged and weak due to improper casting.

At the same time, he also felt that the heat wave emitted from the casting room seemed to affect the plants outside.

He could vaguely feel an emotion like someone shouting "It's so hot."

"Is this how Miss Xue originally felt?"

At the same time, Jiang Yang also felt that there were very small cracks where Liu Wenjun forged.

The crack was even less than a nanometer, but it was spreading and expanding at an extremely fast speed.

At the same time, Liu Wenjun struck with a hammer.

"Not good!" Jiang Yang was startled, and then his whole body was stirred up with spiritual energy.

Bang!
The break in the divine sword that was about to be repaired suddenly shattered under this hammer!

(End of this chapter)