"Stop flattering me and speak human language." Mu Hanyan said unhappily.

"Hehe, this sword is so ugly, it is definitely not worthy of your status. Besides, with your strength, you don't need this sword for self-defense. Why don't you give one to me?" Zirong said with an embarrassed smile.

"Choose for yourself." Mu Hanyan originally prepared these swords for them, so of course she would not refuse.

"I want one too. I've been working so hard these past few days that my throat is burning. Even if I haven't made any contributions, I've worked hard. I can't miss out on a share," Jiang Yuzhe said immediately. There were only two swords left, and he'd been with Mu Hanyan even shorter than Hua Yue, so he was worried he'd miss out.

But his worries were unnecessary. Huayue obviously had no intention of competing with him and stood beside him without saying a word.

"Hua Yue, don't you want it?" Mu Hanyan asked, not wanting to treat him unfairly.

"It's too ugly." Hua Yue said with disgust.

Ang Ang and the little auspicious beast came out of the pocket at some point and nodded repeatedly at Hua Yue, obviously sharing the same feeling.

"Stay still." Mu Hanyan was hit hard and pushed the two little guys back.

"Okay, then you two can divide it among yourselves." Seeing that Hua Yue was not interested, Mu Hanyan did not force her. After all, he still had a Demon-Breaking Spear on him, which was of the same quality as the Hanxiao Sword. It was just that Hua Yue could not exert its strongest power now.

As soon as Mu Hanyan finished speaking, Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe reached out at the same time and grabbed the long sword that looked slightly more acceptable.

"Wait, let's try out its power first." Ye Lanxuan suddenly stretched out his hand to stop the two of them.

"Okay." Mu Hanyan nodded. After all, it was her first attempt, and she didn't know how powerful it was or if there were any shortcomings, so it would be better to give it a try first.

"I'll defend, you attack." Ye Lanxuan drew out the "Broken Sword" and lightly flicked it. The crooked and extremely ugly long sword flew in front of Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan took the sword and slashed towards Ye Lanxun.

The difference in strength is too big, and there is nothing to prepare. Besides, it is impossible to hurt Ye Lanxuan, so a random sword will do.

Ye Lanxuan held his sword horizontally and blocked in front of him.

With a slight "clang" sound, the hideously ugly long sword in Mu Hanyan's hand broke in half.

Hua Yue and the others were all stunned at the same time. Mu Hanyan and Ye Lanxun, one attacking and one defending, were obviously doing it casually. They didn't display much of their skills. They were only testing the quality of the sword itself.

While Mu Hanyan's sword wasn't as good as Ye Lanxun's "broken sword," it was still of excellent quality, having been repeatedly forged in a furnace. Mu Hanyan then refined it with her Qi secret technique, finally sealing her cultivation within. Even if it weren't as good, it shouldn't have ended up like this, vulnerable to a single blow, as fragile as tofu dregs.

After working so hard for so many days, the final result was just like this. Mu Hanyan was also disappointed.

Holding the broken sword in hand, Mu Hanyan focused her mind and took a closer look. She knew the reason. The high temperature of the furnace, the repeated forging, and her Tianxin technique had removed impurities from the sword, but the blade itself had still been damaged.

You should know that a swordsmith spends ten years forging a sword and ten years sharpening it, not just to remove impurities. A truly fine sword, from the tip to the blade, the hilt, and the hilt, undergoes repeated tempering, forging, and sharpening, with every inch and millimeter being meticulously refined. Only in this way can the sword's body receive force more evenly, withstand greater energy, and unleash greater power.

After all this tinkering, they made a good long sword look like neither a knife nor a sword, an axe nor a sickle nor a knife. In fact, they only improved the quality of the metal material. As for the long sword itself, its quality not only did not improve, but it decreased significantly and could not withstand strong chops at all.

In other words, with her current strength, if she wanted to seal her cultivation with an ordinary longsword, she would also have to master the art of sword-making, or at least make the sword's appearance flawless. However, rather than learning the art of sword-making, it would be more cost-effective to focus on improving her cultivation.

"Forget it." Mu Hanyan was bored and had no interest anymore.

"Boom" At this moment, the half of the sword tip that fell to the ground exploded, and the broken sword debris scattered everywhere.

Fortunately, Ye Lanxuan was right beside him. With a flick of his sleeve, an invisible aura burst out from his body, wrapping up all the broken sword remnants, so that no one was hurt.

"It's quite powerful," Mu Hanyan said with a wry smile. This result wasn't unexpected. Her cultivation at the level of a swordsman wasn't something an ordinary longsword could withstand, and with the sword broken in two, it was even more unbearable.

"Do you still want this one?" Mu Hanyan picked up the last remaining longsword and asked Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe. It was a lot of hard work after all; it would be a shame to just throw it away.

"Forget it, I don't want it. I want to live a long life." Jiang Yuzhe shook his head like a rattle. He had been standing closest to the sword and felt the most intensely the powerful force of the explosive attack. If Ye Lanxuan hadn't intervened in time, he wouldn't have been able to withstand a blow equivalent to Mu Hanyan's own attack.

"I want it, I want it." Zirong didn't have so many concerns. When she saw that Jiang Yuzhe didn't fight with her for it, she happily took the sword.

"Be careful and don't hurt yourself." Mu Hanyan checked and found that the seal in the sword was still stable. As long as the sword was not cut off like before, there should be no danger. So she handed the sword to Zirong. After all, it was a souvenir.

"Don't worry, sir. I haven't lived enough." Zirong took the sword and danced with it a few times, looking very satisfied.

"Hey, brother Hanyan, is this the long sword you forged with your own hands?" At this moment, a sarcastic voice was heard at the gate of the yard, which was disgusting to hear.

Turning around, she saw Mu Chengyang's face, which was even more annoying than his voice.

Outside the yard, many people pretended to pass by, or stuck their heads out from the corners of the walls, looking over here curiously.

Mu Hanyan has been making quite a stir these days. I heard that this unlearned and dissolute young man suddenly started learning sword-making skills on a whim, and there are many people waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

However, after seeing the little tricks of Mu Dawanku, no one dared to provoke him. When they saw Mu Chengyang coming again, more people came to watch the fun.

"What are you doing here?" Mu Hanyan was already in a bad mood, and after hearing Mu Chengyang's sarcastic voice, she felt even more annoyed and said impatiently. She knew very well that this man had come all the way here to laugh at her. This idiot hadn't learned his lesson after being slapped last time. How could she, the Mu Dawanku, laugh at such a good joke?