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Huang Xuanling sat not far from the Earth Fire Pool, holding the magic trick in his hand, and staring closely at the sky above the molten pool, where a spear was floating on it.

As the heat of the earth fire burned, the body of the wind lance began to turn red, and the body of the gun trembled slightly, as if it was in great pain.

The wind lance once dissolved into a snake demon's demon pill, and the demon pill contained a trace of the snake demon's spirituality, so this wind lance absorbed this trace of spirituality, making the wind lance a low-grade magic weapon.

Now this spiritual spirit began to become panicked under the scorching fire of the earth, for fear that he would be burned by the fire of the earth!

"Go!" Huang Xuanling saw that the spear was almost burned, so he stretched out his hand and threw several pieces of minerals that exuded various metallic lusters into the air above the molten pool, and began to calcine.

Among them was the red silver ore that Huang Xuanling had obtained last time, as well as many minerals placed in the storage bracelet.

These minerals were under the control of Huang Xuanling's refining technique, but they only floated half a foot away from the molten pool, and were scorched by the ground fire.

Soon, the ore began to turn red under the calcination of the earth's fire, and finally turned into a puddle of metallic liquid, floating there.

Gray-black smoke continued to rise from the metallic liquid, and tiny black particles continued to fall from the pool of metallic into the molten pool.

That is, after the impurities are smelted, they are completely vaporized or solidified and eliminated, and the remaining ones will be the essence of the material.

Time passed minute by minute, and when Huang Xuanling saw that the puddles of metal liquid no longer volatilized smoke and dropped black particles, he immediately shouted: "He!"

Several pools of metallic liquid instantly converged in the middle, gathering together into a puddle of metallic liquid that looked like it had several colors.

"Stir!"

Huang Xuanling let out a low sigh again, the magic seal in his hand changed, and the pool of metal liquid began to rotate, as if someone was holding an iron rod and stirring in the middle, stirring the pool of metal liquid extremely evenly.

Soon, the puddle of liquid turned into a puddle of metallic liquid between gold and silver, and the metallic liquid emitted a special glow that made people look extraordinary.

"Fall!"

Huang Xuanling let out a low snort again, and the puddle of liquid turned into a stick shape and slowly fell towards the wind lance.

As soon as the metallic liquid came into contact with the lance, it immediately began to penetrate into the body of the gun rapidly, and the body of the gun began to tremble violently, as if in pain, as if excited.

Soon, all the metal liquid had penetrated into the Wind Lance, and a burst of rich white gas emanated from the body of the Lance, and then, the entire Wind Lance began to shine brightly, and the aura was ten times stronger than before!

Huang Xuanling's face was overjoyed, knowing that the wind lance had been almost smelted, he immediately stretched out his hand, and a small carving knife shot at the wind lance that was still floating in the air, his fingers kept swiping, directing the carving knife to quickly carve spiritual patterns on the body of the gun.

The carving knife was as flexible as holding it in his hand, and it was commanded by Huang Xuanling like an arm.

To carve a spiritual pattern on the body of the magic weapon, it not only requires exquisite control methods, but also requires a strong spiritual sense, so that you can control a small carving knife and carve a spiritual pattern on the body of the magic weapon with a limited area.

Huang Xuanling's spiritual sense was taken away, and after taking the Yishen Grass, he became much stronger than the monks of the same level, so he was able to control this carving knife.

And as early as before, Huang Xuanling had used a carving knife to practice many times on some stones or wooden sticks, and he had practiced the technique of carving spiritual patterns with a carving knife in the air, and he had practiced quite proficiently.

The reason why it is necessary to carve the spirit pattern in the air is because the magic weapon needs to stay above the molten pool at all times in order to keep the material soft, and secondly, because the temperature of the magic weapon itself at this time is too high to carve the spirit pattern in the hand. Therefore, those cultivators had only created the method of carving spirit patterns in the air.

Carving the spirit pattern in the air requires a strong spiritual sense, and the consumption of spiritual knowledge is also quite huge, the spirit pattern is only halfway carved, Huang Xuanling is already so tired that his forehead is sweating, and his face is pale!

Once stopped at this time, the entire refining process will be declared a failure, the body must be re-refined, the spirit pattern needs to be re-depicted, and the spirituality will be damaged as a result!

However, Huang Xuanling would never allow the refiner to fail, gritting his teeth and gurgling, and trying his best to persevere, to finish carving the remaining spirit patterns!

Bean-sized sweat continued to drip from Huang Xuanling's forehead, and on his pale face, his lips also became pale and bloodless, although Huang Xuanling felt extremely tired at this time, but he always had an obsession in his heart, he must refine the wind lance successfully!

Time passed minute by minute, and finally, when the carving knife carved the last stroke on the body of the gun, the wind lance began to shine again, the body of the gun let out a burst of excitement, the wind lance flew out of the molten pool, and after quickly circling in mid-air for a few circles, it fell to Huang Xuanling's side.

At this time, Huang Xuanling was already so tired that he was out of breath, holding the ground with one hand, panting heavily.

However, when the wind lance fell to his side, Huang Xuanling, who was holding the wind lance, suddenly laughed.

Because he knew that the effort this time was definitely worth it! The Wind Tracing Gun has now become the pinnacle of medium-grade magic weapons!

Although he had not tried the power of the Wind Lance, Huang Xuanling believed that the power of the Wind Lance was more than ten times stronger than before!

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In the sky above the boundless ancient forest, Huang Xuanling stepped on the wind spear, flying in the sky at a gallop, because the speed was too fast, the clothes on his body were blown hunting, and his hair flew back.

But Huang Xuanling didn't release his mana to protect his body, so as to isolate the blowing wind, what Huang Xuanling liked was this feeling of flying at extreme speed!

This is a feeling of being free and wanting to soar in the Nine Heavens, and this feeling makes Huang Xuanling deeply obsessed.

Since he was a child, Huang Xuanling has longed to be able to become a bird in the sky and fly freely in the sky!

This is Huang Xuanling's dream all along, and it is also the dream and pursuit of many martial artists.

Since the Wind Tracing Gun has become a medium-grade magic weapon, the attack power is not to mention for the time being, but its flight speed is several times faster than before, and the consumption of mana is twice as low as before!

This discovery surprised Huang Xuanling inexplicably, and sure enough, the magic weapons with carved spirit patterns and those without carved spirit patterns were different!

Now that Huang Xuanling controls the flight speed of the Wind Lance, it is no longer something that ordinary masters of the Martial Saint Period can catch up with, and at such a speed, those masters in the early stage of the Martial Saint can only eat ashes behind Huang Xuanling.