"Four to one?"
"Five to one?"
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"Ten to one! Just take out one hundred thousand taels of silver, and it will become one million taels in a blink of an eye. If you take out one million taels, it will become ten million in a blink of an eye. Where can you find such a good opportunity? Just think of it as buying some fun. One hundred thousand taels or one million taels is not a big amount of money for you. You can't buy yourself a loss or be cheated. If you don't take action now, it will be too late." Ling Baobao shouted in an extremely sensational tone.
It’s true that his sentimentality was not in vain. Judging from the looks of those people, they seemed to be quite hesitant.
Nie Fang was so angry that his whole body was shaking slightly. No one was willing to bet even if the odds were 10 to 10. Could it be that in the eyes of outsiders, Mu Hanyan, who had only learned sword-making for less than a day, had such a high level? Then, wouldn't his own small achievements after ten years of hard practice be worthless compared to Mu Hanyan?
"I'll place my bet!" Nie Fang was so angry that he threw a stack of banknotes out.
Ling Baobao took the banknote, his hands shaking with excitement. Over 10 million! That's over 10 million! He must have treated countless infertility cases to earn that much money.
That’s right, in his opinion, this is not gambling at all, it is even easier than making change.
"By the way, there's you too. Didn't you bet one million just now? Bet a little this time too. Look at others, even Nie Heimian has bet." Ling Baobao said to Qiu Zizhong again, and when he was excited, he called out the nickname he had given to Nie Fangsheng.
Nie's face was dark! Everyone looked at Nie Fangsheng's face, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh out loud.
Nie Fangsheng clenched his fists, and his already dark face became even darker.
"Two million, I just don't believe it. No matter how talented Mu Hanyan is, can she be better than Lord Nie?" Qiu Zizhong really didn't want to bet anymore, but was forced by Ling Baobao and could only take out another two million taels of silver notes and give them to Ling Baobao.
This was also his last property. Although the Qiu family was one of the three major families in Dongzhou County and could be considered a wealthy family, the qualifications of the children in the family were not bad. There were dozens of them staying in Longyan College, so Qiu Zizhong's share was not too high.
"Mr. Qiu has bet another two million. Who else? Who else?" Ling Baobao was too lazy to argue with him. He took the banknote and shouted loudly.
Probably influenced by Nie Fangsheng and Qiu Zizhong, or perhaps Ling Baobao's 10-to-1 odds plus that emotional and sensational speech played a role, some people placed some bets next, but they were not as generous as them and seemed much more cautious.
Ling Baobao was still smiling happily. Mu Hanyan didn't mind the small amount of money, and neither did he.
Seeing that Ling Baobao had almost picked up all the money, Mu Hanyan did not delay any longer and went to the sword-making furnace again.
"Light the fire and open the furnace!" Mu Hanyan shouted softly, and Tan Yu and others stood up and pulled the bellows again. A faint blue flame floated up and condensed into substance.
The exquisite sword-forging hammer in Ling Hanyan's hand was swung out again, creating beautiful arcs.
"This...how is this possible?" Everyone looked at Mu Hanyan's movements in surprise.
Even Nie Fangsheng was shocked and subconsciously took a step forward.
In everyone's opinion, even if Mu Hanyan had read the Nie family's ancestral sword-making secrets, the time was too short, less than a quarter of an hour in total, and there was no one to guide her, so her skills would definitely be awkward and sluggish, and even full of mistakes.
But now, the sword-making technique in Mu Hanyan's hands was not stiff or sluggish at all, but smooth and flowing, as if it had been practiced countless times.
Impossible, impossible! Nie Fangsheng opened his mouth slightly, unable to close it for a long time.
As a descendant of the Nie family, he has been regarded as a sword-making genius that only appears once in a thousand years in the Nie family since he was a child. Of course, he understands the difficulty of the twenty-four methods of sharpening the sword and nourishing the spirit better than others.
Although there were only twelve more techniques than the previous Form-casting and Bone-Tempering Technique, these techniques were incredibly profound and could not tolerate even the slightest error. It was no exaggeration to say that a slight mistake could lead to a huge error. It was precisely for this reason that it took him seven years to barely master these twenty-four techniques, and then another several decades to finally grasp their essence and perform them fluently.
Mu Hanyan only took a few glances and actually learned all of it. Even with Nie Fangsheng's picky eyes, he couldn't find any mistakes.
How on earth did he do it? Nie Fangsheng absolutely did not believe that such a talent could exist in the world.
Could it be that he had already learned this technique? Nie Fangsheng couldn't help but speculate.
But soon, he denied his guess.
Thinking back to the scene yesterday when Mu Hanyan arrived at the Zhanlong branch, it looked like she came sincerely to learn. If he had truly mastered this sword-forging technique long ago, there would be no need for him to go to such lengths. Furthermore, at that time, he didn't even know about Qiu Yongcheng's failure in the Beast Soul Hall trial. Mu Hanyan had just arrived, so she couldn't possibly know about his relationship with Qiu Yongcheng, nor would she intentionally come to ruin his place just for Qiu Yongcheng's sake.
But if not, how could he have mastered the twenty-four methods of sharpening the edge and nourishing the spirit so proficiently after just a few glances.
Nie Fangsheng was filled with doubts and looked more carefully at Mu Hanyan's arbitrary techniques.
Suddenly, Nie Fangsheng raised his thick eyebrows.
Sword Intention! In Mu Hanyan's sword-making technique, he actually sensed a vast and mysterious sword intention.
Could it be...could it be that the legend is true? Nie Fangsheng's heart was trembling.
It has to be said that Nie Fangsheng's strength is not outstanding among all the instructors in Longyan College, but as the college's number one sword-making master, his eyesight is not bad at all.
Mu Hanyan's twenty-four methods of sharpening the sword and nourishing the spirit at this time appear to be the sword-making techniques passed down from the Nie family's ancestors, but in fact, they are performed using the methods of swordsmanship.
After practicing it over and over in her mind, Mu Hanyan had already discovered that this method called sword-making was actually derived from the techniques of swordsmanship, and it actually had some similarities with the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword.
Although she couldn't fully comprehend this sword-making technique for a while, but with her understanding of the Nine Heavens Star Falling Sword, it was not difficult for her to perform this sword-making technique with the way of the sword.
Of course, if that were all, she would not dare to conduct the test rashly. After all, kendo is kendo, and swordmaking is swordmaking, which are two completely different things. If she only uses the kendo method to perform the swordmaking method, even if there is no mistake in the technique, it will only have the form but not the spirit, and it is impossible to forge the Blood and Gall Sword.
But don't forget, Mu Hanyan also has the Primordial Chaos Fire. Worthy of being the source of all fires, as Ling Baobao calls it, this Primordial Chaos Fire, though lacking consciousness, possesses a spirituality that rivals even that of any legendary mythical beast. The moment it recognized its master, it merged into the laws of heaven and earth across the Holy Court Continent.
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