In just six cycles, the Mithril that would have taken about 10 minutes to hammer turned into long rows of thin slices one centimeter thick, and the cyan Abythril had been squeezed into a thin line in the middle.

Anthony nodded again, and said secretly in his heart: "Jiuqu, I didn't expect him to be so proficient!"

Mogar then placed a piece of Abyssal Meteorite into the fire, and at the same time used the lure to draw a drop from the bottle containing the Whale Tears, and carefully circled the mythril sheet along the cyan deep sea mythril.

Whale Tears can't go beyond the range of cyan deep-sea mythril, as long as there is a trace of spillage onto the white deep-sea mythril, it will be scrapped directly, and it needs to be started again.

Until the cyan deep-sea mythril completely absorbs the whale tears, a little cyan will instantly spread to the white deep-sea mythril on both sides, but it will take some time to completely penetrate the entire lamella.

While heating the Abyssal Meteorite, remove two pieces of Ancient Flame Ice, cut off half of one of them, and leave the other half in its place.

He took out a fang, and carefully cut five grooves on the surface of the fangs with the dagger given by James, but did not penetrate the inside of the fangs, and dug a small hole in the fracture of the fangs.

Then the battle qi was stimulated, the fireflies were activated, the palm of his right hand gradually turned red, and the surrounding air quickly distorted, grasping a piece and a half of ancient flame ice in the palm of his right hand, and the battle qi continued to surge.

The moment Anthony saw the dagger, his eyes condensed, and he couldn't help but say, "I'm sorry, Master Louis, can you lend me your dagger?"

Mo Jia glanced at him suspiciously, handed the dagger to Anthony, and was no longer distracted, the battle qi continued to pour into his right hand, and the temperature of his right hand became higher and higher, reaching a certain critical point, the hot ice in his palm shook, and instantly turned into a bubbling and rolling hot liquid.

He grabbed the fangs with his left hand, and the liquid slowly dripped into the inside of the fangs from the small hole, and a magical scene happened, the liquid that was still extremely hot, when it touched the inside of the fangs, the whole fangs were frozen in an instant, and bursts of cold air came out from its interior, and as all the hot ice liquid entered the fangs, there were bursts of rolling cold mist around it.

He put the fangs aside, kept them in an ice box, and then took out the abyssal meteorite, which was already extremely red, and began to beat it continuously, this time instead of using Jiuqu, he used another method to 'connect', and every time he hit the collision, a circle of pale red mist spread out.

The surrounding fire elements were forcibly pulled by him and converged around the Abyssal Meteorite, generating extremely strong pressure to help him complete the beating of the Abyss Meteorite faster to remove impurities.

Calcination, thrashing, quenching, and preheating were all in a constant cycle, and even if he used the 'leading' technique, it took him four hours to make the Abyssal Meteorite take on the form of a curved blade.

Without stopping the beating, Rao is he has the physique of a fifth-level warrior, and he is also tired enough, so he took a short rest, picked up the Mithril flakes that had already turned pale cyan, and put them into the furnace to heat them, and it was red and blue in just a moment.

He quickly stacked the Mithril flakes and the Abyssal Meteorite together, and the bursts of water elements were sucked around through the Abyssal Mithril, he held the hammer high, held his breath, and let out a low cry, the hammer quickly turned red, and with a wave of his hand, the hammer was like a meteorite, scorching the surrounding air, and slammed into the forging table.

'Ding'

A crisp voice sounded, and Anthony secretly exclaimed in his heart: "Okay! What a 'final word', how can this kid learn so many tricks!"

The blade of the Abyssal Meteorite and the sheet of Mithril quickly fused, and a dark halo of light spread from the Abyssal Meteorite to the sheet of Mithril, while a pale cyan halo spread from the sheet of Mithril to the entire blade.

The two halos tumbled and blended, and finally all the halos disappeared, and a dark cyan curved blade appeared, and the Mithril flakes had turned into the hilt and merged with the blade.

He took out the frozen fangs and tapped them lightly along the five hooks, and the fangs shell turned into pieces, revealing the smaller frozen 'fangs' inside, and a wisp of blood was frozen inside.

He picked up the still hot inky cyan blade and stabbed it into the fang-shaped ice cube, and the moment the tip of the blade touched the blood, the sound of 'Kazkaz' sounded, and a layer of frost quickly filled the blade.

He secretly said that it was not good, and wanted to pull out the blade, but it was too late, and the entire blade and the first half of the iron clamp turned into ice cubes, and then shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

Mogar was stunned for a moment, took a few quick deep breaths, and then closed his eyes, Anthony wanted to say something to remind him of what he had made wrong, but seeing him close his eyes, Anthony closed his mouth in time.

Ten seconds later, Mogar opened his bloodshot eyes, kicked away the blade fragments at his feet, and took out two fourth-level Abyssal Mithril again, cut off a cyan Abyssal Mithril, and forged a thin sheet of Mithril that gradually penetrated according to the previous steps.

When making the Ancient Flame Ice Solution, he melted a third more of the Flame Ice, turned the fangs into cold ice again, and pulled out the Abyssal Meteorite and began to thrash.

Five hours later, he picked up the inky cyan blade again and stabbed into the frozen 'fangs', this time only a cold air permeated the blade, and the hot blade quickly cooled, and the blood in the ice cube followed the tip of the blade, turning into two blood lines on both sides of the blade.

At this point, Mo Jiaer breathed a sigh of relief, inserted the blade upside down in the fire, quickly heated it, and then took out the last piece of material 'Blood Thin Crystal', when the blade was heated to a certain extent, he put the Blood Thin Crystal against the surface of the blade, and slowly slid it down from the top.

Wherever it comes into contact with the blade, the thin blood-colored crystals will melt into a reddish film covering the surface of the blade, and as the number of films increases, the blade slowly detached from the furnace fire and floated above it.

At the same time, Mojar tightly controlled the temperature of the flame, whether the temperature was high or low, the light red film vaporized and disappeared, or it turned into a hard lump and fell off, or the entire blade of the sword gasified or hardened into a pile of scrap iron with the film.

When he applied a third of the way, the temperature of the flame was still in a constant range, but the temperature of the blood-colored thin crystal itself suddenly increased slightly, and the temperature on the surface of the blade did not keep up.

'Click'

Several crisp cracking sounds sounded, and the inky cyan blade that filled a third of the pale red film turned into several pieces of charred waste and fell to the ground, and Mo Jiaer was stunned again.

For a full three seconds, he raised his head and roared, then kept his position and closed his eyes, and Anthony didn't bother, quietly looking at Mogar who was looking up and closing his eyes in meditation.

At this time, in the living room on the fifth floor where Mogar was received, Patrick and the butler had not yet left, and the two were sitting opposite each other, and Patrick was just about to wave his hand to let the next person in, intending to remove the dismantling of the pulse.

The big butler on the other side immediately said in a loud voice: "President, I think you should think about it carefully, I think this kid is a good seedling now." ”

"I haven't forged a single fifth-level weapon for two consecutive chances, I think highly of him, even if he is the descendant of the 'Night' master, he is only at this level..."

"President, I'm sure you can see that except for the Deep Sea Mithril and the Bloodthirsty Wolf Fangs, the rest of the materials should be his first contact, and it's already extremely good to have this kind of familiarity and control, besides... He's not even fifteen years old, right? In another three years, I believe that even if the forging strength is not as good as Prince Ike's third grandson, it should not be far behind. ”

"This..."