Later, Changle Zhenren flipped his hand and took out the glowing divine iron. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Feng Lingzi took the divine iron and began to look at it carefully, followed by bursts of exclamations.

Zheng Qun saw Feng Lingzi's expression in addition to being extremely shocked, his eyes had already shown greed, although he was deliberately hiding it at this time.

"Brother Changle, this thing is not ordinary, where did you get it?"

"Where did Hugh come from, ask carefully, you can tell the old man, can you use it to refine the sword?"

"It's not that the sword can't be refined, it's just that this iron is so hard that it can't be melted unless it is heavenly fire."

"Skyfire? You madman can't be cheating on the old man, are you? Be careful that I demolish your cave! ”

"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not. You can take it and ask others, and if what the old man says is true, you can take everything in the valley! ”

"Okay, the old man believes in you. But this Tianhuo, the old man has only heard about it for so many years, you tell me, where can I get it? ”

Feng Lingzi frowned, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The person with the heavenly fire is right in front of you. It took a lot of money to get it a few years ago. This heavenly fire is so precious, but the old decay is a little reluctant, unless it ......"

Changle Zhenren never expected that Feng Lingzi would have this extremely mysterious and difficult to find heavenly fire, and only after asking for a prescription did he learn the origin of this fire.

It turned out that one day five years ago, a natural vision, for some reason, a trace of heavenly fire descended from the sky of the Heavenly Demon Sea. A scattered cultivator out of the dust traveled here and watched this strange scene. He risked his life to barely collect a few Heavenly Fires.

When Feng Lingzi learned of this, he exchanged three excellent treasures for the heavenly fire in this gourd. Changle Zhenren had already heard from Feng Lingzi's mouth that if he wanted to refine this divine iron sword, the price of using heavenly fire must be extremely expensive.

"Madman, you say, how can you agree to the old man to refine this iron sword?"

"It's very simple, a corner of this iron material belongs to the old decay, and the rest of the sword refining is left."

"You?! There isn't much of this iron in the first place, so if you divide some more, what else can you refine?! ”

"Brother Changle, don't get excited, listen to Brother Wei's words. The corner of the old decay is not what you think, a small piece is enough. ”

"What do you want it for?"

"Old decay has its own great use, and you will know it then."

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In the blink of an eye, Feng Lingzi took the master and apprentice to his cave. Looking at all kinds of strange refining tools, Zheng Qun opened his eyes and asked this and that from time to time. Feng Lingzi explained to Zheng Qun one after another, appearing very patient.

"Wind senior, there are so many furnaces, which one is used to melt the divine iron?"

"Although these furnaces are of the highest quality, none of them can withstand the temperature of the heavenly fire, and the old decay must use the best furnace to melt it."

Later, Feng Lingzi took out a small white and slightly transparent, skull-sized tripod from the storage bag and placed it on the stone table.

Zheng Qun began to look at this Xiao Ding carefully, feeling that it was a few laps smaller than the smallest Dan furnace he had ever seen. However, what surprised him was that there were many small dots on Ding's body, which were glowing slightly outward.

"Senior Feng, what is this Xiaoding made of? I don't think it's made of metal. ”

"This tripod is indeed not made of metal, it is made of incomparably hard moon white stone, and this is the only thing here that can withstand the temperature of this heavenly fire."

"Senior Feng, where is the heavenly fire you are talking about?"

Later, Feng Lingzi took out a red gourd from the storage bag. Zheng Qun felt that this gourd was obviously smaller than the master's wine gourd. After a closer look, he found that the material of this gourd was the Yuebai stone used to make Xiaoding, and at this moment there was a trace of flame beating inside.

Feng Lingzi put down the gourd, turned around and walked into the stone chamber beside him. In the blink of an eye, he took out a huge stone slab more than ten feet square from the stone chamber and put it on another stone table. I saw that there were many lifelike swords carved on the stone slabs, ranging from dagger-sized to long swords, and there were various models. Zheng Qun roughly counted them, and there were more than forty.

"Master, what are these swords on the slate for?"

"Disciple, this slate is a mold for forging swords. Judging from the size of this piece of divine iron, it can barely forge a short sword. ”

Later, Feng Lingzi put the divine iron into the small ding. With a wave of his hand, he saw the fiery red gourd slowly floating, and after flying above Xiaoding, the stopper opened by itself.

"Bang"

With the blessing of Feng Lingzi's spiritual power, the slightly beating heavenly fire slowly flowed down from the gourd, looking a little unruly. I saw that the red halo continued to glow everywhere I passed, and the temperature of the cave where the cold wind was originally seated instantly increased.

As the heavenly fire flowed into Xiaoding and poured onto the divine iron, bursts of green smoke suddenly appeared. At a speed visible to the naked eye of several people, the divine iron began to slowly melt.

Later, Feng Lingzi saw that the heavenly fire flowing out was enough to completely melt the divine iron, so he began to recite the magic trick silently. I saw that the stopper flew up on its own and instantly covered the gourd.

In the blink of an eye, the fire gourd disappeared. Looking at the red and beating molten iron in the ding, Feng Lingzi flipped his hand and took out a black box larger than a palm.

When the box was opened, I saw colorful crystal particles the size of beans inside. The crystals of various colors are separated by a small partition in the box.

Feng Lingzi looked at it, pondered for a moment, and then added crystals to Xiao Ding and began to practice. As more than a dozen red, black, and white crystals were put into the small tripod one after another, the molten iron, which was originally a little beating, immediately boiled.

Seeing this, Feng Lingzi hurriedly increased his strength, and the red molten iron gradually calmed down. Later, Feng Lingzi took out a small black ding. Zheng Qun looked into the black small ding, and saw that the inner wall was covered with dense cracks.

Feng Lingzi flipped it with one hand, and the blessing force led the molten iron out, and it flowed straight towards the black Xiaoding. At this time, Zheng Qun suddenly realized that this Feng Lingzi must be using the water of divine iron to repair the cracks in this black ding.

At this time, Changle Zhenren's face showed an anxious look, and he hurriedly shouted: "It's almost! Stop, you madman! ”

Feng Lingzi turned his head and glanced at Changle Zhenren, and then took back the molten iron that had not yet flowed into the black ding.

"Well, the molten iron is barely enough to repair."

Later, Feng Lingzi faced the molten iron in the black ding, and blessed his strength wildly. I saw that the red molten iron began to cover the wall evenly.

After all the cracks were filled, the red molten iron began to slowly turn jet black. At this time, the top wall has become very smooth, glowing with black light, and has been renewed.

"Crazy, isn't this Xiao Ding your favorite 'Wang Ding'? This time, you can follow your wishes, hurry up and forge a sword! ”

Feng Lingzi didn't say a word, and with a wave of his hand, he saw a small dingjing glowing red flying towards the mold. Xiao Ding spun around the mold a few times, looking a little undecided.

"Brother Changle, do you want this sword to be longer or shorter?"

"This? Disciple, this sword is yours, you call the shots! ”

Zheng Qun hesitated for a moment, raised his head and said, "One inch long, one inch strong." It's going to be longer! ”

Feng Lingzi nodded slightly when he heard the voice. I saw that Xiaoding began to tilt slowly, and after the molten iron was drawn out, it was poured onto the mold. Soon, the molten iron evenly covered the small sword carved by the mold.

Zheng Qun carefully observed the sword that was about to belong to him, but no matter how he looked at it, he felt awkward. Compared to normal long swords, this sword is not only much shorter, but also much narrower. There is really no way, this is all caused by the lack of raw materials.

"Brother Changle, give this sword a name, you see ......"

"Name? Divine Iron, refined by a madman, is it called 'Wind God Sword'? ”

"Master, it's a bit bad to use the madness of a madman, it's better to use the wind of your predecessors."

"What the teacher said is the wind, that's right!"

Feng Lingzi glanced at the master and apprentice, and shook his head speechlessly. After an hour, the red molten iron had turned jet black.

Feng Lingzi faced the Wind God Sword, which had not yet fully solidified and formed, and began to bless his strength. As he kept dancing with one hand, he saw that the words "Fengshen" of the dragon flying and phoenix dancing were quickly engraved on the sword.

Half an hour later, seeing that the sword had been completely solidified, Feng Lingzi took it from the mold and threw it to Zheng Qun. Zheng Qun touched Yu Wen was still there, and there was some fluttering Wind God Sword, which seemed a little hesitant.

"Senior Feng, this sword has no blade, how can it be called a sword without a blade?"

"Brother Changle, do you think this sword still uses a blade?"

"Just according to the disciple's request, let the sword be complete!"

"Brother Changle, what you said is easy, how can I cut such a hard sword?"

"Crazy, this old man doesn't care, you have to open the blade of this sword anyway!"

Feng Lingzi sighed helplessly: "Okay, it's the old man who owes you master and apprentice in his previous life!" ”

Feng Lingzi took the Wind God Sword, hung it in the hole, and took out a black gourd casually. Zheng Qun pondered in his heart: "Could it be that this gourd is still filled with heavenly fire?" ”

"Bang"

The stopper of the black gourd is pulled out. Under the control of the spiritual power of the Wind Spirit Son, I saw that the black gourd quickly floated to the place where the Wind God Sword was handled, and began to slowly spray some glittering white light towards the sword body from top to bottom, and a trace of black mist floated down from time to time.

At this time, the Wind God Sword had been blessed with strength, and it did not move at all. Zheng Qun leaned forward and was very surprised when he looked closely. I saw that the black gourd was spewing out some whirlwinds that were small to the limit, and the black mist was iron filings that were blown down. In this way, the sword body was repeatedly whitted by these whirlwinds.

Two hours later, the blade of the sword, glowing with jet-white light, was opened. Feng Lingzi withdrew the black gourd and let out a long breath. The wind spirit refining weapon is very well controlled, which is the most admired and reassuring place for Changle Zhenren.

"Senior Wind, where did these little whirlwinds come from?"

"The wind in this gourd is the wind that wanders in the air for thousands of miles, and it is also the old man who spent a lot of money in exchange. These indestructible little tornadoes have been improved by aging. ”

"It's really eye-opening and admirable for the younger generations to come here."