Bai Ye doesn’t know much about Yijian Tiangong. Even the inheritance of saints from the Nine Souls Continent has rarely recorded this school, but one thing is certain. In Lishengzhou, Yijian Tiangong belongs to the famous ancient school. One of them is a super faction that has been passed down for a hundred thousand years or more, and the sect has a profound heritage.

Only in this sword repairing room, Bai Ye couldn't feel the slightest sect's background.

The old man is also the elder of the Yijian Tiangong, called Sha Moxibustion. He is the miscellaneous elder of Yijian Tiangong. Like Luo Xuan, he is in charge of logistics. The disciples speculate that the strength of this sand moxibustion is not very good. The appearance of moxibustion can also be guessed. The other elders are all in brocade robe, full of spirits, and he wears simple clothes all the year round. He is thin and not one meter six. He is drunk all day holding altar wine at the door. Rudi, it is really difficult to compare him with those strong men who cover the sky with only one hand.

"The main task of our sword repairing room is to repair and build war swords! The Yijian Tiangong is a sect known for sword repairing. It walks through kendo. Therefore, our Yijian Tiangong has strict requirements for swords! This sword repairing room Not only the broken broken swords of the previous generations, but also the swords damaged by the disciples during the practice, the Tiangong does not know how many swords are consumed every day. Now the inventory of the sword library is insufficient. You must repair a hundred swords every day to rest. , Understand? Go to work!" The old man said while holding a wine jar while pouring wine.

"Then how do I practice?" Bai Ye was startled.

He came here to learn the supreme skill of the Holy State, to cultivate the supreme swordsmanship, not to cultivate the sword.

But the old man ignored him and snorted again and again, "Still practicing? You have to practice sword first, and then talk to me about practice! Boy, I tell you, if you can't even practice sword, don't tell me about cultivation. !"

After that, the old man threw a piece of paper from his arms, crumpled it up and threw it towards Bai Ye, Xuan'er turned and left.

"At night I will come over to take inventory, and repair a sword less, then you kid will have to pay attention to me!"

The hum fell to the ground and people left.

Bai Ye frowned again and again, took the paper and spread it out. There was a simple sword repairing procedure on it.

The imperial energy and sacred power are first injected into the broken sword, then put into the furnace to refine, the broken sword melts, and then reshaped with the sacred power or imperial qi. As for the strength and hardness of the broken sword after being recast, Regarding the materials invested in the recasting, there are quite a lot of materials prepared by the Sword Tiangong in the sword repair room. Bai Ye can use it at will, which is not bad.

"Forget it, if you have come, you will be at ease. What's more, this sword repairing sword repairs the sword, but it also repairs the heart. Although I have a lot of soul skills, I have been doing sword repair. Today, I repair swords. I must have some feelings too!"

Bai Ye whispered, and immediately walked to the sword tomb, drew a broken sword, and took a look.

This sword has a unique shape. The hilt has four barbeds. The blade is slender, but the upper head is cracked and the blade is curled. The gems on the hilt are dull and dull. I am afraid that with a light swing, the whole sword will be worth it. Fragmented.

Bai Ye looked at it for a moment, and his mind couldn't help thinking.

"This sword was in its heyday... how should it be?"

Isn't it a magic sword?

Try it with you!

Bai Ye sighed, poured his body's Dili and Holy Power into the sword, completely wrapped it like a mold, and threw it into the fire. The terrifying fire burst into hot high temperatures, even though Bai Ye possessed the world's respect. Body, still sweating profusely at this temperature! He believed that even if a saint fell into this fire, he was afraid that he would be burned alive if he didn't get ten breaths!

This sword repairing room seemed simple, but it was unusual everywhere.

About thirty breaths, the sword body was red and it had begun to melt. Bai Ye immediately controlled the imperial energy to reshape the sword body, and at the same time, he fetched the materials and put them into it during the reshaping process. After such a small piece of incense passed, Bai Ye immediately put it on the side according to the steps on the paper. In the cooling cold water, in an instant, bursts of blue smoke appeared on the surface of the water, sizzling noises sounded, and a sharp sword was initially restored...

Although it had to go through some tempering, for now, Bai Ye was quite satisfied with her results.

"Hey, new here! What is your name?"

At this time, a group of shirtless people came over, all with bad faces.

Bai Ye turned his head and nodded slightly: "Brothers, my name is Bai Ye."

"white night?"

"What an ordinary name."

Several people murmured, and then pointed to the mountain of broken swords on the side: "There is our amount today. You can help us recast him before tonight, understand? Elder Sha will check it tonight."

Bai Ye glanced at that side and shook his head silently: "There are at least a few thousand. Even if I have a hundred in an hour, it will not be possible to complete it. Please don't embarrass me."

"So, are you going to refuse?"

"A high-ranking emperor dares to be so arrogant, I think you don't want to be here anymore."

"Have you ever heard of cannon burn? Believe it or not we tied you to the stove! Let your skin become fleshy!"

Several people's eyes condensed and their voices were cold.

Bai Ye's eyes condensed, he swept a few people around, and said indifferently: "I gave you the face, so I called you seniors, don't have to make an inch, how arrogant a few semi-sages are?"

When this word fell, the disciples in the sword repair room around were stunned, and they looked at Bai Ye in surprise.

The upper emperor clamored for half saint?

Who is arrogant?

"I think you **** just want to die! I teach you to be a human first!!" A semi-sage couldn't help it, and rushed over with a roar, his fist resembling a meteor, shaking the void, carrying the power of destroying the mountain, towards the white night Smashed his face.

This blow was particularly terrifying, with pure sacred power, and powerful, high-ranking emperor was absolutely unable to resist. Even if it was blocked, he would have to end with a broken bone.

however...

Bai Ye is not an ordinary high-ranking emperor.

He raised his hand abruptly, blocked the attacking fist, completely wrapped it, and Xuan'er violently applied force.

咵嚓!

The crisp sound of bone cracking spread everywhere.

"Ah!!!" The Half Saint yelled miserably, cold sweat on his forehead.

"Junior Brother Liu!!"

"Asshole!!!"

The others were furious and rushed together, attacking fiercely.

Many spectators around cried out shamelessly.

So many semi-sages actually dealt with a high-ranking emperor...this is bullying.

People feel sorry for this newcomer.

It's just... the next second, everyone found out they were wrong.

Facing the siege of several semi-sages, Bai Ye was particularly calm. The whole person was not in a hurry. He was able to do his job. He backed back and avoided a few fierce fists. Then he jumped and smashed the half-baked saint who was sacrificed by several people. Shi, Xuan'er kicked one of them!

boom!

The person's chest was directly kicked and dented, and he flew out in an instant, knocking over a small stove, burning flames all over his body, yelling and jumping into the cold pool, especially embarrassed.

Bai Ye was not polite, turning around and rushing to another person again. His speed was so fast that he could not describe the speed of the wind. He appeared in front of that person in an instant, pressed his head with one hand, and smashed the whole person towards the ground.

boom!

Suddenly, the entire sword repair room seemed to tremble, and the man's forehead smashed a hole in the ground under the huge force of the white night. When the man pulled out his head, it was already bloody. , Shaken twice, then fell to the ground and fainted.

Upon seeing this, the others gasped.

Punch Half Saint on the ground?

Is this **** the upper emperor?

"You just said you want to put me on the stove, right?"

Bai Ye stared at the other person and asked lightly.

"No...no...you must have heard it wrong, you have heard it wrong..." the man backed away, his lips trembled.

"Anyway, I heard it!" Bai Ye shook his head, stepped further, and fell behind the man as if teleporting.

The man was shocked and hurriedly rolled over and slammed his arms, but Bai Ye's arm was faster than him, and he instantly squeezed his elbow with a violent force.

咵嚓.

Broken bones!

"Ah!!!" The miserable cry came up again.

But seeing that the bones of the man’s arms were all shattered, and he completely lost the ability to resist. Bai Ye grabbed his neck, lifted it up, leaped, jumped to the huge fire in the center, and smashed the man’s back. Ruthlessly posted on the stove.

Zizi! ! ! ! !

A harsh sound sounded, the man behind was bursts of smoke, his flesh was burnt, and the screams of human voices were exhausted. The whole face was distorted. After a while, there was a flame behind him, people howling frantically, everything behind him The scorched black was particularly miserable.

Bai Ye didn't want to cause death. With a move of his arm, he threw it into the cold water, and the person was saved, but he was half dead.

The few remaining people saw it, paled in shock, and knelt down in a hurry.

"This brother...No! Brother!! Forgive me! Let go... Let us go..."

Several people shouted eagerly, their voices trembling, and each one was frightened by Bai Ye to tears and trembled.

The disciples in the sword-cultivating room all around were silent and sighed.

A high-ranking emperor... even packed up a few semi-saints in such a short time, and they couldn't hold their heads up. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who would dare to believe it? If this matter spreads out, I'm afraid it will cause a sensation, right?

"Spare you? Why?" Bai Ye glanced at a few people and said lightly.

"As long as you let us go, we will follow you in the future, and we will never be two minded..."

Several people trembled, seeing the miserable end of those people before, they were already terrified.

"Oh?"

Bai Ye moved her eyebrows, with her hands behind her back, and circled around these people, as if thinking of something suddenly, she looked towards all the disciples present.

Sword repair room...

The bottom pavilion of Yijian Tiangong!

The disciples who joined here are all people with poor talents and shallow cultivation, and there are few saints...

With Bai Ye's thoughts, a bold idea came into being.

He took a deep breath, and drank with a full voice.

"Listen to everyone, immediately put down everything in your hands and come over!"

The voice was loud and loud and spread throughout the sword repair room.