The Mithrilu ore that Pan Long exchanged for spirits was about more than 100 catties, and the density of these black ores with silver-white lines was not high, and more than 100 catties added up to a lot.

If you only look at the volume of these ores, it is enough to build a few knives. But the so-called Misriru is actually those silvery-white lines in the ore, which makes it difficult to estimate the amount.

Pan Long didn't know how much would actually be refined, and when he first saw these ores, he was even a little worried.

But after he converted these ores to the Kyushu world, he didn't have to worry.

The conversion of these ores consumes a lot of spiritual energy, and the original spiritual energy reserves of the Shan Hai Jing are about two-thirds, but now there is only a little bit left, no more than one-tenth at most.

The more advanced things are, the higher the demand for transformation, and a hundred catties of ore can consume so much aura, and these ores must be very high-grade.

That meant that either Misriru was very high, or that the famous mineral of the fantasy world was more powerful than he expected.

Either way, it's a good thing.

Pan Long happily returned to the river with these ores, and did not disturb others to sleep in the middle of the night, but as soon as the morning dawned, the people on the wooden platoon began to get busy, and he found the "platoon leader" again.

"This is a special ore given to me by an elder, you can see if it is easy to use. ”

The leader took a piece of ore, and at first glance, he was stunned for a moment.

"Strange, I've never seen this ore before!"

He muttered to himself, looking closely.

After looking at it for a while, he held the ore in his left hand, and drew a sigil in the air with his right hand, and the green light was like a snake, entangled the ore, and then slowly pulled out a silver-white silk thread from it, which was Mithriru in the ore.

After the silver wire was pulled out, the head of the row touched it with his hand and was taken aback again.

He spread out his right hand, and saw a trail of blood running across his palm. I just touched it, and my palm was already cut.

"It's amazing!" he couldn't help but praise, "If you forge a sword from this thing, it will be extremely sharp!"

Pan Long smiled and nodded: "That elder also said that this mineral is very strong. ”

The leader continued to cast the spell, and the green serpentine light wrapped around the black ore, drawing out silver threads one after another. After about two or three minutes, no silver filament was finally pulled out.

The leader of the row gathered the silver filaments, and in a fist-sized piece of ore, he pulled out the mineral the size of half a thumb.

He casually put down the ore that was no longer silver and there were even a lot of small holes on it, and turned to study the mineral that looked a bit like a silver nugget.

Pan Long picked up the ore and pinched it hard, and the ore immediately shattered in his hand, only to see that it was full of holes, and it looked like a shrunken honeycomb.

Curiously, the weight of the ore has not changed much.

This reminded him of a legend - Misriru, a mineral as light as a feather and as hard as steel.

Hard as steel, to be honest, it's nothing, but light as a feather, that's a bit awesome......

Sure enough, the head of the platoon suddenly wondered, "Why is this thing so light? Not to mention that compared to iron, even wood is heavier than it...... It can't float in water, can it?"

Pan Long looked at the piece of ore in the leader's hand: "Why don't you give it a try?"

After a moment, the two of them looked at the piece of metal that was quietly floating in a basin of water, and they were a little speechless.

"It's the first time I've seen something so light, and it's quite hard. The leader said, "If you use this to forge armor, wouldn't it be light and strong?"

"People who can wear heavy armor don't need to care about weight, right?" Pan Long said.

The leader of the row also laughed.

As Pan Long said, although heavy armor can easily cost thirty or fifty catties, for those warriors who are qualified to wear heavy armor to kill, let alone thirty or fifty catties, three or five hundred catties is nothing.

Legend has it that in the past, there was a team of "ironclad warriors" under the command of Emperor Jiazi, wearing super heavy armor made of all-steel, and the armor weighed more than 3,000 catties. When he rushed into battle, he ignored swords, bows, and crossbows, and his power was amazing. They can even use heavy catapults to throw themselves out like a stone, smash them into enemy positions, and unfold their bodies when they hit the ground, which is a killing machine.

It's just that the years have passed, and these ironclad warriors have long been lost in the dust of history, and they haven't even left many reliable records.

Nowadays in Kyushu, the most famous heavy armor is the Pixiu armor of the Youzhou "Iron Armor Society", which is a semi-official organization with many warriors in the army. Their "Pixiu Armor" is black and white, and it is said that the color tone is similar to that of Pixiu, hence the name.

The Pixiu armor weighs about 600 catties, and if you add a special horse armor, a set of about 1,000 catties looks like it, which is really a thousand catties of heavy armor.

Those who can fight in such armor are naturally not ordinary people. It is said that Pixiu Tieqi is either a congenital master, or a person who specializes in cultivating hard skills in forging the body, and all of them are infinitely powerful. Their mounts are also specially bred xenomorph war beasts, and their strength is amazing, so they can carry such a heavy weight to charge.

Great Xia is not the whole world, there is a vast world beyond Kyushu. The imperial court has always wanted to open up to the outside world, but after so many years, it has only gained some gains in the north and the South China Sea.

In other places, either the mountains are rugged and the transportation is too inconvenient for the army to pass; or the original local masters are too capable of fighting, and if the army of Great Xia attacks far away, they will not be able to defeat them; or the natural environment is too harsh to be defeated.

Of course, there are several situations that take into account, and this is the most common.

To the north of Youzhou, the land known as the "North Ice Sheet" is the combination of the latter two conditions. It is colder than the Northlands, and there are no more than three months of a year without ice. It is only in the vicinity of some hot springs that there is luxuriant vegetation.

The locals are extremely strong, and even small children can give birth to cracked tigers and leopards, and are called "bear clans". Compared with them, the Great Xia warriors did not have the slightest advantage.

Great Xia once tried to conquer the Northern Ice Field, and fought several battles, but was unsuccessful.

Sometimes the battle was lost, sometimes the battle was won, but the environment was so bad that the established stronghold only lasted a few years and had to be withdrawn.

The "bear clan" of the Arctic Plain also tried to attack Great Xia, and they were few in number, but each one of them was fierce. really fought, and Youzhou suffered heavy losses every time.

Therefore, after many confrontations and negotiations, the two sides finally set the rules and solved the problem in the form of a warrior duel.

Pixiu Iron Cavalry often fought on behalf of Great Xia, dueling with the warriors of the Bear Clan in the Arctic Plains.

Thinking of Pixiu Iron Cavalry, Pan Long felt that the lightness advantage of this Mithrilu was probably not suitable for armor. Maybe it's more effective to use it to craft weapons.

After all, when the masters are in a confrontation, a fast line is the difference between life and death. Although the masters don't really care about the weight of the weapon, the weapon can be lighter, and it can always increase the speed a little.

The leader groaned for a moment, then cast a spell that turned the half-thumb-sized piece of silvery-white metal into a short, thin knife.

He controlled the knife with his mana, flying up and down in the air, and after a while, a stab stabbed at the table next to him.

The solid wooden top was pierced with a knife, and there was not even a discernible sound, only a soft "thud", as if a piece of paper had been cut.

"It's amazing!" the leader praised, "This knife is not only light and sharp, but also conducts mana very well. Ordinary metals, if the mana flows through, it will lose a lot, making it very difficult to control the subtlety. But if you use this metal to build a weapon, it will be very easy to control, and it will definitely have a big advantage in fighting!"

He turned his head to look at Pan Long, his gaze was a little eager: "Brother Pan, as far as I can see, it's really a bit of a waste for you to use this thing to build weapons—after all, you don't cast spells. Why don't you transfer it to us, and we will open the headquarters treasure house and select all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures to help you strengthen that knife, how about it?"

Pan Long was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect Mithrilu to have such a wonderful use.

Metals block the flow of mana, everyone knows that. Therefore, practitioners generally do not use metal magic weapons, but often use materials such as bone, wood, and stone, and use spells to strengthen them.

Wooden swords reinforced with spells are not inferior to ordinary steel in terms of sturdiness. But if you can make a magic weapon out of metal that is already strong, and then strengthen it with a spell, of course, it will be even better.

It's just that although the metal magic weapon is strong, it is not conducive to spell casting, so it is abandoned by most magicians.

The world is so big, and naturally there are metals that hinder the relatively small degree of mana. Some people use that kind of metal as the vein skeleton, and ordinary metal as the flesh and skin to fill it, to create magic weapons that can be easily cast.

The most common is the flying swords of the sword immortals.

Flying swords often have metal textures, and to create a metal flying sword, it requires extremely delicate craftsmanship.

Even so, the metal flying sword is much more clumsy to handle than the wooden flying sword. Those sword immortals who use metal flying swords often have sharp and fierce moves, and they have to divide life and death as soon as they make a move - Pan Long feels that in fact, it is not necessarily that they have extreme personalities, but more because the flying sword itself is not conducive to fine operation, so they can only reduce ten times with one force and take the fierce route.

Being able to twist hundreds of pounds of large iron vertebrae as embroidery needles is, of course, supernatural and extraordinary. But ordinary people don't have this ability!

But if you can make a flying sword out of Mithriru, the problem is solved.

Pan Long could imagine that if the news spread, the sword immortals of the East China Sea would flock to it, exchanging a large amount of star sand for some Mithriru, and creating a flying sword for himself that could send and receive from the heart and be more delicate and ingenious to use.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help frowning secretly.

This seems to be a bit of a problem!

The head of the row saw that he was a little worried, thinking that he was afraid of being hacked or something, and explained with a smile: "Don't worry, our Pai Sect is also a great faction in Kyushu, and its history is longer than that of the Great Xia Dynasty." For so many years, I dare not say anything else, at least when it comes to fair trade, and no one in the world has said that we are not doing well. ”

Pan Long smiled: "I'm not worried about this, I'm just afraid that when the news spreads, more people will come to me to ask for this ore." But I don't really have much......"

"When someone asks you for it, you say, 'It's all for you.'" Let them come and ask for it. The head of the platoon said nonchalantly, "We are not afraid of trouble, and we can come if there is a kind." The ability is big enough, and it doesn't hurt to transfer some to him. If he doesn't have enough ability, he will even stay with himself!"

He was polite in the front, but murderous in the back, as Pan Long guessed before, he was not a good person.

Pan Long is not surprised - among the people who break into the rivers and lakes, there are not many people who are truly kind and upright. In particular, such as Paijiao's whereabouts are a bit secretive, and the style is a little weird, and it is easier to make enemies with others.

If this platoon leader is a decent person, then he should be surprised.

He thought about it, and took out a few more pieces of ore, adding up to about twenty catties: "That's almost it, it is estimated that there will not be many things to build." ”

Looking at these ores, the head of the row was full of smiles, and said repeatedly: "This is good, it is already more than I guessed!"

Next, he didn't even eat, he was concentrating on refining ore. It took about an hour to extract all the Mithriru from these ores, and finally formed two pieces slightly larger than a fist, which were placed on the table and emitted a silvery-white light.

Looking at these two pieces of silver-white metal, the head of the row smiled so much that his eyes narrowed into a line.

"Great! There are so many! I've wanted to build a set of six-man flying forks for a long time, but I can't find the right materials, if I use this to build a ......."

As he spoke, a figure suddenly flashed next to him, and an old man in a thick felt robe appeared, and with a stretch of his hand, the two pieces of Mithriru had disappeared.

"Phew, such a baby, you want to use it to build a six-man flying fork? It's a waste of things! Do you want to compete for the title of 'Sect Sect Fork King' on the rivers and lakes?"

The old man looked short and sloppy, but there was a sparkle in his eyes that was difficult to look at, and he knew at a glance that it was anything but extraordinary.

He unceremoniously reprimanded the leader, just like Lao Tzu trained his son: "Such a good thing, of course, should be used to build the twelve treasures of Luo Tian that I have taught the ancestors of the past generations to never forget, but have never been able to perfect." The original sets of the sect have defects in the two rings of 'Divine Sword' and 'Golden Sword', and they have never been able to cooperate well with other magic weapons. With this kind of treasure iron, we will definitely be able to create the most suitable divine sword golden knife for us, and when the time comes, Luo Tian's twelve treasures will be gathered, and the old bastard of the emperor firmament will be dismantled, and then the Kyushu array will be overturned, and the emperor's family will be destroyed, so as to avenge the blood feud of the three ancestors who were suppressed!"

"It's good that you have such a treasure, and you want to use it to refine the flying fork? If I hadn't happened to come over to change shifts, I'm afraid I'd miss this treasure!"

He spoke quickly and quickly, as if he was announcing the name of the dish on cross talk. Pan Long was dumbfounded when he heard it, and he couldn't say a sentence of "" in his heart.

It's no wonder that the sect is so secretive, and you don't even come out at ordinary times, it turns out that you are all rebels like me!