Fang Han looked at the sword, which was beginning to take shape, and a look of satisfaction appeared in his eyes.

This sword was made with ordinary materials and fueled by common fire crystals. It's already quite perfect that it was able to be forged into such a sword blank.

He carefully placed it into a water tank filled with quenching liquid, preparing for the crucial step of quenching.

With a "sizzle," white steam instantly spread out, like surging waves, instantly enveloping the entire weapon-refining room.

In the mist, Fang Han's figure appeared and disappeared, like a mysterious immortal.

His eyes remained fixed on the sword in the sink, not missing a single detail.

After the quenching was completed, Fang Han threw the sword blank into the forging furnace again for re-firing.

This time, the flames seemed even more intense, as if they were injecting the sword with its final power.

After burning for a while, Fang Han took out the sword blank again and forged it with a heavy hammer.

His arms swung the heavy hammer tirelessly, each strike improving the quality of the sword.

Soon, a gleaming sword appeared before everyone.

The sword gleamed with a cold light, as if it could cut through the air.

The runes on the sword shimmered with a mysterious light, as if telling of its extraordinary nature.

Li Xiwen's face turned deathly pale instantly.

He knew in his heart that this sword was of extremely high quality, at least a high-grade magic weapon.

As for himself, forging a low-grade magic weapon sword was already his limit, and it would take at least seven days.

However, Fang Han spent less than half an hour, which filled him with shock and resentment.

However, the astonishing weapon forging process was far from over.

Fang Han remained calm, but his eyes revealed a focused and persistent gaze. He slowly reached out and picked up the carving knife.

Although the carving knife had no fancy decorations, it seemed to be given a soul in his hands.

His wrists rotated gently, his touch as light as if caressing a rare treasure, yet as precise as the most advanced instrument.

Each strike carries an indescribable rhythm, leaving just the right mark on the sword.

As Fang Han carved, the runes shimmered with a mysterious light, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.

The light of the runes intertwined with the original cold light on the sword, and the runes slowly merged into the sword, making the sword seem to have a soul.

"This...this sword has reached the level of a spiritual weapon, it's already a spiritual weapon? How could such an ordinary forging furnace and ordinary refined steel possibly produce a spiritual weapon?"

Those around them were stunned by the sight before them, their mouths agape and their eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

Li Xiwen's face was ashen, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Zhou Chi's face was flushed, his excitement and pride overflowing, and he was so excited that he almost jumped up.

“Master, the sword that Fang Han forged is definitely all show and no substance; it is absolutely not a spiritual weapon.”

Shi Enzuo's voice broke the brief silence, but a hint of panic flashed in his eyes, clearly an attempt to bolster his courage.

He looked at Li Xiwen, trying to get some support and affirmation from his master.

But at that moment, Fang Han finished carving the last rune. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a confident smile. He then steadily held the sword he had just forged in his hand, his eyes blazing as he looked at Shi Enzuo. His voice was calm and powerful: "You can take this sword and test the quality of the swords you and your master forged before."

Upon hearing this, Shi Enzuo was taken aback. A hint of hesitation and unease flashed in his eyes, and he subconsciously looked at his master, Li Xiwen.

Li Xiwen took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, and nodded. He slowly drew his sword.

This sword had been with him for many years and was a symbol of his weapon-forging skills, but now, standing before the sword forged by Fang Han, he felt inexplicably guilty.

Shi Enzuo reached out and took the newly forged sword from Fang Han's hand. His hand trembled slightly, but he still gripped the hilt tightly and slowly raised it.

Li Xiwen adjusted his posture, gripped his sword with both hands, and slashed fiercely at Fang Han's sword.

He is a well-known weapon refiner in Yanming City, and his martial arts cultivation is also not to be underestimated; he is already a beginner-level Martial Grandmaster.

At this moment, he gripped the sword in his hand, which was close to a mid-grade magic weapon, and his true energy surged and raged, like a ferocious beast about to devour its prey.

He thought to himself that with his cultivation level and this sharp blade, an ordinary sword would be easily cut down like rotten wood by his fierce strike.

"Buzz!"

A sharp, metallic clang suddenly rang out, making everyone's eardrums ache.

However, the next moment, a cold light flashed, and a broken sword flew out like a meteor.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, and upon closer inspection, they discovered that the broken sword was none other than Li Xiwen's sword!

The sword that Fang Han had just forged remained intact, its blade gleaming with a cold luster, without the slightest damage.

"This...how is this possible?"

Li Xiwen stood there, frozen, holding half of the broken sword in his hand. His face turned ashen, his lips trembled slightly, and his heart was in turmoil. He couldn't accept the cruel reality before him for a long time.

"How did Fang Han become so powerful? It's said that he crippled Wu Lei's cultivation, which means he must have at least the combat strength of a Martial Grandmaster. And now it seems that his weapon-refining skills have also reached such a pinnacle level, even Wu Haomiao can't compare to him!"

"He can also control objects with his mind. It seems we have greatly underestimated him."

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