Draw Goddess from Douluo

Lin Fan stood by the fire, his eyes firm and focused. He held a 30-pound hammer in his hand. Every time he swung it, there was a sound of wind, and he hit the piece of material that had begun to take shape as a sword. Every hit was accompanied by sparks flying, as if announcing the glorious birth of this sword.

Old Ling stood aside, with beads of sweat on his face, but his eyes were always watching Lin Fan's movements intently. He knew that the final shape of the sword body needed to be completed by Lin Fan himself. During this period, the sword body was most susceptible to the influence of external attributes and energy, thus producing spiritual energy. Lin Fan's understanding of wind energy has reached a high level, which can be seen from the light cyan energy carried on the hammer.

As Lin Fan kept tapping, the block of material gradually took on the outline and shape of a sword. Although the shape was still a bit rough, the pride of self-reliance already made Lin Fan extremely excited. He seemed to have seen the shining light of this sword in the future and the scenes of it accompanying him in battles.

At this moment, Ling Lao suddenly spoke: "Lin Fan, all the beast's energy can flow through the hot purple-gold liquid that protects the surface of the sword."

Lin Fan was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Ling Lao meant. He knew that this was the last step in the formation of the sword body, and it was also the most critical step. Only when all the beast energy is circulated can a layer of hot purple-gold liquid be formed on the surface of the sword body, making the sword body stronger and sharper.

He took a deep breath and began to mobilize the beast energy in his body. As his thoughts moved, a powerful aura surged out of his body and surrounded the sword body. This breath seemed to be alive and began to circulate slowly.

As time went by, the temperature of the sword's surface gradually increased, and a layer of faint purple-gold liquid began to appear on the surface of the sword. This layer of liquid seems to be alive, flowing on the surface of the sword body, constantly changing the shape and texture of the sword body.

Lin Fan stared at the sword body closely, not daring to relax at all. He knew that this was the most critical moment, and if anything went wrong, all previous efforts might be wasted.

Under Ling Lao's watchful eye, Lin Fan carefully controlled the flow speed and direction of the beast's energy. Every move he made seemed extremely cautious and focused, as if he was racing against time.

Finally, after a long wait, the purple-gold liquid on the surface of the sword finally stabilized. The sword has been completely formed and exudes a powerful aura.

Lin Fan let go of the hammer in his hand and let out a long breath. A tired and satisfied smile appeared on his face, as if at this moment, all the hard work had paid off.

Old Ling also relaxed his tense face and showed a faint smile. He knew that the birth of this sword was not only an affirmation of Lin Fan's strength, but also an expectation for his future path.

"Okay, now you can try to give it a name." Ling Lao said.

Lin Fan nodded and his eyes fell on the sword in his hand again. He pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "Just call it 'Wind Spirit Sword'."

This name seemed to have some kind of magic power. The moment it was spoken, the sword body trembled slightly, as if responding to its new owner.

Ling Lao's voice suddenly sounded in Lin Fan's ears, like a thunderbolt from the blue, making his heartstrings tense instantly. Without any hesitation, he immediately acted according to Ling Lao's instructions. He knew that this was a critical moment for the sword body to take shape, and any mistake could lead to wasted effort.

Lin Fan took a deep breath and tried to calm down the tension in his heart. He began to mobilize the beast energy in his body, and this powerful energy began to gather rapidly under the control of his thoughts. As time goes by, the beast's energy gradually turns into a wind-attributed flame, tightly wrapping the sword body.

The three colors of cyan, purple, and gold were intertwined in the aura, forming a strange light. This ray of light exuded a powerful aura that shook the entire first floor of the Sword Forging Pavilion. Lin Fan's eyes were so painful that he quickly closed them tightly, not daring to look directly at the light.

At this moment, Ling Lao suddenly took action. He stretched out two fingers and gently picked up the sword body. Then he quickly passed it into the furnace where the flames were blazing. The light was obscured by the fire at this moment, and the entire Sword Forging Pavilion suddenly fell into darkness.

The fire seemed to be blown around by the sudden strong wind, and the entire Sword Forging Pavilion was shaking in this strong wind. Lin Fan only felt that his face was hot, and sweat was flowing down his forehead like a waterfall. He knew that this was the last step in the formation of the sword body, and it was also the most dangerous step. Once the fire gets out of control, the entire Sword Forging Pavilion may be reduced to ashes.

He stared closely at the flames in the furnace, not daring to relax at all. I saw flames beating around the sword body, as if cheering for the sword body that was about to be born. As time went by, the flame gradually stabilized, and the sword body became stronger and sharper in the tempering of the flame.

Finally, after a long wait, Old Ling took out the sword body from the furnace. At this time, the sword body has been completely formed, exuding a powerful aura. Lin Fan opened his eyes, his gaze fell on the sword body, and he was immediately attracted by it.

The blade of this sword shows a light cyan color, as if it contains the power of wind. Purple light flashed on the sword's edge, revealing a mysterious and eerie aura. The hilt of the sword is made of gold, perfectly echoing the sword body and blade.

Lin Fan stretched out his hand and gently stroked the sword. He could feel the powerful power contained in the sword body, as if it resonated with the beast energy in his body. He knew that this sword had become a part of his body and would accompany him to conquer all directions and create countless brilliance.

"Ling Lao, thank you." Lin Fan looked at Ling Lao gratefully and said. He knew that without the guidance and help of Elder Ling, it would be impossible for him to create such a perfect sword body.

Ling Lao smiled lightly and said: "Although this sword has been formed, it still needs a period of tempering and polishing before it can truly exert its power. You have to remember that swords are like people, and people are like swords. Only by truly understanding it, loving it, and resonating with it can we exert our greatest fighting power.”

Lin Fan nodded to express his understanding. He knew that in the coming days he would be inseparable from the sword and spend an unforgettable time together. He will use his own blood and sweat to polish this sword to make it more perfect and powerful. At the same time, he will also improve his strength and realm through communication and learning with the sword.