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Song You took out enough crystal source cores to pay for the bill and also threw out a few scattered crystal source cores.

"The extra money is my tip to the shapers. If they succeed in tempering, I'll give them a reward."

Song You waved the money in his hand, looking like a rich man.

To be honest, he is quite addicted to the feeling of spending money like water.

I can’t imagine how luxurious Shen Bei’s life was in the past, relying solely on Rock and Niu Liu.

The breathing of those shape-shaping psychics who were running with them suddenly became heavy, and a hint of desire flashed in their eyes.

This is already a very generous tip. No matter what period it is, war or peace, the demand for money will never run out.

Looking at the money in Song's right hand, Lao Wang felt a sense of unease. He was originally planning to hint to those shape-shaping psychics to do some tricks during the grinding and quenching process, and then give them some benefits afterwards.

That way, he could be said to have won without a doubt. But now, seeing how these shape-shifters were so greedy for money, they wouldn't let him win no matter what.

"let's start."

Lao Wang looked at those shape-shaping people with a sneer.

The thing that was most in demand in the research institute was grinding wheels. Several shape-shaping psychics were using grinding wheels to grind sword blanks. Their movements were very gentle, as if they were holding their children.

The crystal source core in Song's right hand gave them endless power.

After more than an hour, they had roughly polished the sword's edge. The sharp edge reflected a cold light under the lamplight, and the smooth lines could be seen. Not a single sword had any inclusions that would indicate failure.

Lao Wang's heart sank. With the skills of these shape-shaping psychics, there should be at least two scraps with impurities among these five sword blanks.

"Quenching!"

The shape-shifting people who were watching the scene became a little excited and shouted in unison. They were just there to watch the fun, but they were not the ones who would be in trouble if they lost the piece of electrified gold.

Lao Wang is sarcastic and greedy, and is not popular among them.

The few shape-shifters who were preparing for tempering also became excited.

Since the number of gas furnaces was limited, they did not quench them together, but heated and quenched them one by one.

The black and gray sword blank gradually heated up under the heating of the gas furnace and emitted a bright red light.

A basic skill of a shaper is to be able to judge the temperature of a sword embryo by its light.

The temperature of the sword blank during quenching is a key factor in determining success or failure. Without knowing the amount of variant metal in the sword blank, one can only roughly estimate the temperature.

The shape-shaping psychic took a deep breath and pulled the sword blank out of the furnace.

Flames were gushing out of the red-hot sword blank, which was the residual propane.

"Bah!"

There was a somewhat harsh sound of metal cooling, and choking smoke poured out from the quenching tank.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of metal cracking coming from the quenching tank.

The shaper's expression changed and he pulled the sword blank out of the quenching tank.

The sword blank, which was originally eighty centimeters long, was now only about thirty centimeters long, and the remaining part was broken in the quenching tank.

"Haha."

Lao Wang laughed out loud, and all the pressure that had accumulated before disappeared. These new shape-shaping psychics were just trash after all, and they were like mud that could not be helped.

The second sword blank was inserted into the gas furnace. The shaper did not burn the sword blank too hot. When the sword blank emitted a dark red light, he inserted it into the quenching tank.

This time, the sword blank did not break, but when it was pulled out, the sword body had bent more than 30 degrees.

Song You narrowed his eyes, but he was not panicked at all. Even if the content of magnetized molybdenum was sufficient, the chance of these shape-shaping psychics successfully quenching was only over 25%. The first two failures were very normal.

But the probability of all five sword blanks failing is only 23.7%.

And Chen Anzhi is not an ordinary person with the ability to shape the body.

At this time, it was time to quench the sword blank forged by Chen Anzhi.

He used the eight-sided Han sword. Its blade was straight, its spine thicker than an ordinary sword, and its strength was enhanced by adding facets. It used more steel than an ordinary sword, and its slashing power was significantly greater than that of an ordinary sword.

The shaping psychic in charge of quenching had steady hands. He clamped the sword blank with pliers and placed the sword into the gas furnace.

Burn the sword blank red hot.

A pair of eyes ignored the dazzling flames and carefully observed the changes of the sword in the flames.

Lao Wang looked at it with disdain. He thought that this sword blank, made by someone unknown, was too thick, which made it very easy to be heated unevenly and would directly crack during quenching.

Finally, the man pulled out the sword with pliers. The sword was heated to a temperature almost incandescent, a temperature few people would use to quench it.

Even if the quenching is successful, the sword body will be too hard and the yield strength will be low.

It breaks easily when chopped.

But that man had his own considerations. The blade of the sword in his hand was thicker than that of an ordinary sword, so he was not afraid of it breaking when he chopped it.

He was extremely sensitive to the amount of mutated metals in steel, though he couldn't estimate it with the same precision as those with superpowers. He could tell that the amount of mutated silicon-manganese in this steel was a bit too high. While this would increase the sword's strength, it would also weaken its resistance to energy erosion.

The psychic took a deep breath and then suddenly immersed the entire sword blank into the quenching oil.

With a hissing sound, thick smoke poured out of the quenching tank. Because the temperature was so high, the quenching oil on the surface ignited directly. A raging flame soared, reaching three or four meters high.

Everyone present stared intently at the quenching tank, regardless of the outcome of the bet. As long as the sword was successfully quenched, producing three swords from the five sword blanks would be a jaw-dropping feat.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A crisp sound echoed from the quenching tank, and the onlookers, already with shapes that had been watching, expressed regret. The sword had failed to quench, and must have broken in the quenching tank.

"Haha."

A smug smile appeared on Old Wang's face. Song You's crystal had already fallen into his hands. Once it fell into his hands, he could sell it and make a lot of money.

Chen Anzhi's heart skipped a beat on the side. This couldn't be possible. Was his sword-forging skill so poor?

At this time, Song You narrowed his eyes and was a little panicked.

Shen Bei said that Chen Yixing is Chen Anzhi. Even such a big shot can make mistakes?

Gan ah!

How can it be!

He took the pliers from the psychic's hand and pulled the sword blank out of the quenching tank. The sword blank was intact, but it was covered with oil and it was difficult to see if there were any cracks on it.

"Judging from the sound, there are no less than seven cracks on this sword blank."

Lao Wang's face was full of confidence. His many years of experience as a shape-shaping psychic allowed him to determine with certainty that this sword embryo was definitely useless.

"You can mount the two swords on the hydraulic arm and see if you can cut through the steel pillar. Of course, if you're worried about breaking the sword."

Lao Wang had a smile on his face, but he had already started to make secret plans in his mind.

Song You turned his head and looked at Chen Anzhi.

Chen Anzhi tilted his head and asked, "Why are you looking at me?"

"You can't be so unlucky, can you?"

Song You said something.

Chen Anzhi was indifferent. Who could say anything about this?

Song You gritted his teeth and grabbed the rag next to the quenching nest.

He clamped it on the sword and wiped it hard.

Even without being polished, the sword blade was still like a mirror, reflecting Song You's face clearly.

The most bizarre thing was that the sword's spine had lines similar to cracked ice. The layers of cracks piled up one after another, creating a strange beauty.

The sound of quenching is made when these lines are formed."

"This...this is ice cracks."

In the silence, a shape-shaping mutant suddenly spoke out the name of this pattern.

"Impossible... How could one of us forge ice cracks... Impossible."

Old Wang stared at the long sword in amazement. The patterns on the sword made him feel as if the whole world had collapsed.

I know exactly what level my colleagues are at.

Only when the content of heterogenized silicon and manganese in the steel reaches a delicate balance, and the quenching temperature is just right, will these extremely rare ice cracks appear on the sword. Every longsword with ice cracks may not be extremely sharp, but it is definitely indestructible.

Old Wang's heart skipped a beat. He didn't expect Song You to actually draw his sword. The fat on his face trembled and cold sweat broke out on his back.

At this moment, he thought of the body parts hanging in the square.

If he loses the electrochemical gold, his fate might be even more miserable than those corpses.

But he looked at the sword carefully and felt relieved.

Although this sword was of high quality, it was even inferior to his previous creations. It was definitely not strong enough to cut through a steel pillar.

He took a slow breath and calmed himself down.

"Impossible, whose work is this?"

He took a quick glance and saw that the name on it was Chen Yixing.

Lao Wang was extremely puzzled as he had never heard of this name before.

"But even this sword can't cut through a nine-centimeter steel pillar."

He felt a little hot all over his body. He pulled his collar and said something in his heart to comfort himself.

He turned and looked at Song You's face full of ecstasy, laughing so hard that he couldn't even close his mouth.

A trace of gloom flashed through Lao Wang's heart.