The fiery red liquid in front of him had been hammered into a stick shape by Shangguan Murong's two hammers, and before it cooled down, he could see the smooth and round appearance.

"The purpose of the so-called pattern is not only aesthetically pleasing, but also to match the capabilities inside the weapon. ”

Although Shangguan Murong didn't think of carving patterns on the long stick, she was clear about the reason and reasons.

"Sometimes, it can even be described as a small formation. ”

The patterns of various weapons are considered in many aspects, not just in terms of aesthetics.

And the defensive armor or the small objects that are usually used are basically more or less hidden in the formation of the refining works.

Like the golden chain mail given to Shangguan Murong by the ancestors, there are at least a hundred top-notch defensive formations inside.

However, because of these formations, it is difficult to form one's own consciousness. ”

Let's compare the Heavenly Rank Golden Chain Mail with the Night Demon Sword.

The biggest difference between the two is the existence or absence of their own consciousness.

Because the formation is too complex, it is difficult to form one's own consciousness.

Shangguan Murong raised the Pangu Hammer in Zaidu, and she had to solve this consciousness, so that it could independently meet unknown or known injuries, so that she could protect Shangguan Feng more safely.

"Precise!"

In Shangguan Murong's mind, an extremely delicate long stick emerged, simple, without those messy patterns, but instead gave Shangguan Murong a comfortable feeling.

Another hammer fell, and the long stick that had been formed changed slightly, but on the whole it was more delicate.

The long stay in mid-air had slowly dimmed the hot fiery red liquid.

But fortunately, Shangguan Murong was only one hammer away from being able to truly make the long stick a powerful weapon in the hands of mortals!

"Why do I feel like I can't do this last blow?"

Shangguan Murong put the Pangu hammer back into the dent, and then looked at the long stick with a solemn expression.

"Is it because everything is going so well?"

From the beginning of refining to the present, there has been almost no accident.

But it was also like this that made Shangguan Murong feel uneasy.

Wang Feng's refining method is indeed recorded intact in his mind, but his current refining method is completely different from Wang Feng's.

To put it simply, Shangguan Murong re-created a faction by himself and set up his own mountain gate, and the road after that was completely explored by himself, and the knowledge of his predecessors was useless now.

"But this is just an ordinary product, an ordinary weapon, is it possible that it will be scrapped because of the lack of charm?"

The long stick in front of him is perfect everywhere, even if you use it every day to chop mountains and rubble, you can use it for decades.

But the only fly in the ointment is that it lacks a unique temperament, as if it should be him, not an object.

Shangguan Murong stared blankly at the long stick suspended in mid-air and slowly cooling, so he had to sigh and extinguish it directly with the Nirvana Fire.

"Rather than making him an incomprehensible problem, it is better to keep him out of the world. ”

Shangguan Murong waved his hand to extinguish the flame under the tripod, and then half-covered the lid of the tripod and walked out of the door with a solemn expression.

"What is it that will make me, or Pangu Hammer, have a kind of heartfelt rejection, unwilling to let him really survive. ”

Shangguan Murong leaned on the highest part of the mountain peak, looking at the boundless continent.

The sky was clear, but the question lingered like a dark cloud.

"But I can't leave it alone now, and when I leave the east, this kind of leisurely time is extremely rare, let alone refining weapons. ”

Shangguan Murong reluctantly wanted to lean back, but the wall behind him, which should have been cold, became warm and elastic.

"What do you think, so fascinated. ”

The white tiger also relied on Shangguan Murong and asked.

When he returned to Longmen, he said that he was cultivating, but in fact, he was calming his nerves, and he was thinking about coming out for a walk, when he happened to see Shangguan Murong sitting gloomily on the top of the mountain.

She has been here for a long time, but who would have thought that Shangguan Murong did not find her, but as you can imagine, the problem is how fascinated she is.

Seeing that the person who came was a white tiger, Shangguan Murong also simply expressed the doubts in his heart.

Shangguan Murong knew about the Pangu Hammer, but it was the first time she had heard of the magical Ten Hammers.

"Can't do it?"

The white tiger touched his lips, then took out the white whip from his waist, causing it to levitate in mid-air, and looked closely.

"Although I am not a refiner, I can also know how rebellious your ten hammers are. ”

The white tiger retracted the white whip and told Shangguan Murong behind him.

"Although it is perverted, all large and small weapons, and even all supplies, throughout the ages, have been made by traditional methods, including the Pangu hammer. ”

There are naturally people who create unique refining techniques, but the final result is a tattered place that has been reduced to uselessness.

"I'll give you a suggestion, go and see the master alchemists, or rather, the ordinary blacksmiths in the city, and see how they make what they think is perfect. ”

"After all, no matter what, the ten hammers in your mouth all rely on the Pangu Hammer, and if it suddenly disappears one day, even if you have become the world's top refiner by then, you will need to start over. ”

Learn from each other's strengths and find out the refining method you need most, although the Pangu hammer is good, who can guarantee that it will be completely suitable for Shangguan Murong?

"I can't say a lot of reason, but in my experience, these suggestions can give you something to gain even if they don't directly help your problem. ”

After Bai Hu finished speaking, he patted Shangguan Murong on the shoulder, then looked into the distance, pointed in one direction and said to Shangguan Murong.

"The second city I met in that direction is the place where I produce the most Longmen ironware, you can go and see it. ”

"Remember, come back early, there's a conference tomorrow. ”

After the white tiger finished speaking, he flew towards other places and continued to look for interesting places to spend his time.

"Are you going to experience it for yourself?"

Shangguan Murong recalled the appearance of begging along the streets of Jade Girl City at the beginning, not to mention the harvest, even in the broken bowl, the money was pitiful.

All in all, two words, failure.

A complete failure.

Shangguan Murong stood up again, a little reluctant in his heart, but he still flew quickly in the direction pointed by the white tiger.

"Ying'er, it may be later in the evening or come back tomorrow, if you want to rest, you don't need to wait for me. ”

This time, no matter whether there will be any gains, time will definitely need to be wasted anyway.

"Okay, Rong'er, let's go. ”

Shangguan Wenying panted and looked up from afar, as if there was Shangguan Murong in the hundreds of volleying figures.

"If you want to experience it, no matter what, your true identity must not appear. ”

On the way to the flight, Shangguan Murong was already thinking about what role he should play.

"When I was in Qingyun City before, the blacksmiths I saw were all five big and three thick muscular men, after all, they needed a wheel hammer every day. ”

The blacksmiths in Qingyun City also help the residents of the city make some ordinary agricultural tools on weekdays, although life is relatively ordinary.

"So be it. ”

Shangguan Murong took off the red cloth in front of him, revealing his hollow eyes that were not yet healed, and then the heavens and the earth turned rapidly and far away, completing all the changes in personality and body shape in the air.