Dragon Clan: My identity seems to be wrong.

Chapter 116 Ship New Version Weapon

As time went by, the patterns on the samurai sword in the cauldron became clearer and clearer, and faintly the sound of a dragon's roar could be heard.

"It's now!"

Old Tang slapped the cauldron with a solemn expression, and the cauldron formed by the condensation of fire elements shattered instantly, turning into rich fire elements that poured into the blade. The water wave pattern on the blade instantly became brighter, with a scorching light, and it seemed as if a small sun rose in the living room.

"Roar!"

A roar that resounded through the sky was heard, and everyone seemed to see a majestic dragon soul on the blade roaring towards the sky. However, although this dragon soul was powerful, its eyes were empty, as if it was a lifeless thing.

"Okay, now it's just the last step."

Old Tang stretched out his hand wrapped in gray scales, grasped the samurai sword floating in the air, looked at the dragon soul wrapped around it, and nodded with satisfaction. As an alchemist who has pushed alchemy to the pinnacle, Old Tang has very high requirements for his works. Although it is impossible for every piece to reach the level of the seven deadly sins, he can still easily make weapons have souls.

"Are you ready? Hold your new weapon."

Old Tang turned his gaze towards Chu Zihang, who was looking at the samurai sword in his hand with a fiery look, and asked seriously.

"Ready."

Chu Zihang nodded without any hesitation. Although he didn't know why Old Tang's face was so serious, it could be seen from Lu Mingfei's seven deadly sins that it would not be so easy to use that weapon. At least one had to pass the test of the dragon soul above.

"Okay, you're very energetic, then come directly."

Old Tang looked at Chu Zihang with satisfaction. A good weapon naturally needs to follow a good master. Although he is in great need of money now, he will not easily entrust the weapon to a master who does not deserve it. This is not only a waste of the weapon, but also an insult to him as the King of Bronze and Fire.

Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Old Tang gently threw the samurai sword in his hand. The sword freely fell into the ground half a meter in front of Chu Zihang, cutting a hole in the marble floor like a hot knife cutting butter. The cut was smooth and without any flaws, as if it was born that way.

"So sharp!"

Lu Mingfei couldn't help but take a breath. He didn't even dare to imagine how cool it would be to use this knife to participate in a sword-forging competition.

"But it is very sharp, and has a burning property."

Chu Zihang stared at the samurai sword in front of him with fiery eyes, like a pervert who met a beautiful girl alone on an unmanned tram, and he keenly noticed that the place where the marble touched the blade had turned dark red, and there was a hint of melting.

"Hold it, conquer it, and you will be its master."

Old Tang's serious words rang in Chu Zihang's ears. Chu Zihang no longer hesitated and stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the samurai sword that was exposed on the ground. However, the moment of contact, he could not help but let out a muffled groan. The moment he grasped the hilt, the hilt instantly turned red, and thick smoke came out of his hand holding the hilt. A burnt smell filled the entire reception room. Hmm, it smelled quite good.

“Don’t let it go, try to communicate with it.”

Old Tang shouted loudly, trying to stop Chu Zihang from letting go, and then he was embarrassed to find that Chu Zihang's palm was tightly gripping the hilt of the sword with no intention of letting go, and he didn't even frown, with a blank expression on his face, as if that was not his hand.

"Oh my god, what kind of ruthless person is this!"

Everyone's eyes changed when they looked at Chu Zihang. After all, not everyone could watch their hands turn into charcoal without changing their expression.

"Brother Ming, he smells so good!"

Fenrir put his head close to Lu Mingfei's ear, looked at Lu Mingfei and whispered.

"Brother Ming, he smells so good!"

Lu Mingfei looked speechlessly at the sad tears streaming down Fenrir's mouth. He didn't understand why this guy would drool over Chu Zihang when he clearly had food and drink and was not starving.

"Smells good, smell good, your head smells so good! Go away, I'll take you to eat barbecue when big brother is done with his work!"

Lu Mingfei reached out and pushed Fenrir's head away, continuing to observe Chu Zihang's condition carefully, so that he could provide timely assistance if anything went wrong.

"Oh."

After hearing Lu Mingfei's words, Fenrir obediently found a corner to sit down, but he couldn't help drooling when he smelled the aroma of barbecue in the air.

"I don't know what barbecue tastes like, but Ming said he would take me to eat it after he's done with his work. I wonder if it's as good as potato chips."

Thinking of the delicious barbecue, Fenrir couldn't help swallowing his saliva again.

Chu Zihang seemed to be in a stalemate with the dragon soul on the blade. The dragon soul on the blade showed no intention of surrendering, and Chu Zihang was not someone who would give up easily. The two of them just confronted each other without giving in.

Ten minutes passed, and Chu Zihang's palms had become completely dry, like a few dry sticks.

Twenty minutes passed, and due to the continued heat from the hilt, the wooden stick turned into a straw.

Thirty minutes passed, Chu Zihang's face became extremely pale, and his entire right arm began to shrink due to the continuous evaporation of blood. Finally, just when his eyes turned black and he was about to give up, the dragon soul on the blade could no longer hold back, and relying on instinct, it rushed towards Chu Zihang fiercely.

"Well done!"

Chu Zihang, who was dying just now and seemed like he would die at any time, suddenly had a gleam in his eyes. His golden pupils were burning, and he suddenly raised his dry right hand that was holding the hilt of the sword. He pulled out the samurai sword that was deeply stuck in the ground and blocked it in front of his chest. His physical strength continued to flow into it through his dry right hand. With the infusion of physical strength, the alchemy circle on the blade was activated, and the blade began to emit a scorching light. The ripples on the blade turned into streaks of flames, which tightly wrapped around the oncoming dragon soul, wrapped it tightly without leaving any gaps, and then dragged the dragon soul into the samurai sword at a lightning speed. From beginning to end, he did not leave it any chance to struggle or resist.

With the integration of the dragon soul, the samurai sword seemed to be endowed with a soul and began to show its unique style. A flame pattern like the sun appeared on the blade, and a flaming dragon pattern spread from the center of the sword to the hilt. The dragon head just covered the entire hilt. With the injection of Chu Zihang's physical strength, circles of flames like clouds and mist wrapped around the blade, emitting terrifying high temperatures, instantly heating the air in the entire room to a level that ordinary people could not bear.

"Hirin? Very good. We will fight side by side from now on. Please give me your guidance."

Chu Zihang stretched out his left hand and gently stroked the pattern on the samurai sword, as if he was stroking his lover's face, and a gentle smile unconsciously appeared on his face.

"Alright, alright, that's enough. My house will burn down soon!"