Zhuge Limei put the two flames in her hand under the stove, and in an instant, a wonderful spark danced in the stove.

The sparks were like vines, climbing to the bottom of the iron pot, and many small golden flowers came out, which made the heat of the boiler reach its peak.

The iron plate burned red in the boiler instantly, and there was a "clattering" sound when the water was poured on it, and sparks were flying everywhere.

Zhuge Limei and Ying Xiangmian had sparks splashing small holes on their sleeves.

Then, Zhuge Limei saw that the fire was good, quickly picked up the stone hammer on the side, and struck it hard one blow after another, and the red-hot iron gradually knocked out the knife shape.

Ying Xiangmian admired Zhuge Liangmei's hand speed and keen observation of the relationship between iron and fire.

She picked up a puff fan on the stone table on the side, fanned Zhuge Limei, and asked curiously, "Sister Limei, how long did it take you to practice this fire control skill?" ”

Zhuge Liangmei wiped the sweat on her forehead, and the fire scar on her right face was more exposed, she was afraid of being seen by Ying Xiangmian, so she hurriedly blocked it with her scattered hair.

At this time, the fire under the boiler burned too much, and the unformed iron was burned and melted.

The two of them exclaimed in fright, but Zhuge Limei immediately took the fire under the boiler back into his palm, and said lightly: "The treasure knife I want to build has burned out, and now there is only a handle left." ”

Ying Xiangmian immediately expressed regret for her gaze just now, girl!

It is estimated that after taking a look at her scar just now, she was distracted, so she didn't control the fire well, and let the treasure fire in her hand burn this piece of iron and stone.

Ying Xiangmian hurriedly took out the horns of the thorny antelope from his space ring, as well as the animal bones of the hundred-year-old garlic field chicken, and handed them to Zhuge Limei.

She said with a smile: "This fire is not an ordinary flame, the fire is extremely fierce, ordinary iron tools are easy to be burned by it, I have the bones and horns of a century-old demon beast here, use them to refine together, and I will definitely refine a divine weapon." ”

After listening to this, Zhuge Liangmei was also very excited when she looked at the beast bones in front of her.

She took a light breath and hurriedly threw her things into the boiler, and then the flame in her palm quickly burned towards the stove.

The fire burned incessantly, and the bones and horns withstood it, and began to mingle with her fire.

Zhuge Limei now, the most important first step is to refine the most precious piece of it. Then, go ahead and start speeding up the burning of the flame.

As an outsider, I still can't understand the doorway in this iron, so I can only keep my eyes on Zhuge Limei's hands.

The temperature in the backyard was getting hotter and hotter, and Xiangmian fanned herself with a fan, and also fanned Zhuge Limei, who was sweating and sweating, and her thoughts were empty after a while.

The backyard was surrounded by fireworks, the sound of "jingling bells" was endless, and the fiery red iron was struck more than ten million times.

Zhuge Limei's little hands, which were supposed to caress the piano and arrange flowers, were burned out by the heat, and they were red and swollen.

and the terrifying scars on half of her face, which were also unstoppable, leaked out from time to time.

In the past, Ying Xiangmian may have been afraid to see people who had been burned by the fire and were unrecognizable, but today, she feels that these burn marks are not terrifying.

The burn marks on Zhuge Limei's face are the imprint of a person's hard work and dedication for their dreams, and it is another testimony of life in the world and hard work.

The scar on Miss Zhuge is not ugly, and under the breeze, it is another strong and subtle beauty.

"Is this knife almost ready?" The glowing boiler suddenly made someone's eyes light up, and she asked happily, and her emotions couldn't help but get a little excited.

In the past, I had only seen a few masters fried popcorn on the road, but now it is the first time I have witnessed the birth of a weapon, lucky, lucky.

Now, "Zi... Multiply... The sound of "......" kept coming, and the boilers, the flames, the floor, and their hearts were beating eagerly, looking forward to the final product.

In an instant, Zhuge Liangmei's eyes moved, and she immediately took out the weapon in the fire, but what she took out was a piece of burnt scrap iron.

Zhuge Limei lowered her head in disappointment, threw the hot weapon in her hand aside, and muttered to herself: "Impossible, impossible, this can't be ......"

Ying Xiangmian also retracted her loss, adjusted her mentality, and took out a bunch of demon beast bones, added the demon pill and threw it in, and finally threw some firewood to heat it under the boiler.

Then, she patted Zhuge Limei's shoulder and comforted: "It's okay, it's not the first time you've trained in the army, what are you afraid of! ”

At this time, the demon pill and demon bones did not change much when they entered the furnace.

Zhuge Limei once again destroyed the flames, and as before, he was engrossed in smelting iron, and the expression on his face did not fluctuate in the slightest.

Just when the demon pill and the beast bone merged into one, Zhuge Liangmei's fingers trembled, and the flame was a little hotter than before.

"Bang ......", "Bang ......", "Bang ......"

The outline of a black weapon appeared in the boiler, floating above the flames in the pot, and the black color was unparalleled.

Zhuge Limei didn't have the slightest carelessness, picked up the hammer and smashed it, and then threw in another demon pill handed by the fragrant cotton into it.

The foreheads of the two were covered with fine sweat, one striking iron, the other handing materials, it really showed that refining soldiers was not an easy task.

Sure enough, when it came to the sixth demon pill, Zhuge Limei didn't hold the fire well, and burned the materials of another weapon.

In the face of the defeat in front of him, Ying Xiangmian no longer had any fluctuating emotions, and invested some of the same animal bones, and began to look forward to the tempering of Zhuge Limei.

"Damn, this job is really hard!" Although Xiangmian didn't do anything to help, she felt very tired just looking at the cranial nerves on the side.

Although she complained, she still encouraged Zhuge Limei on the side, and fanned her by the way.

Anyway, it's not about learning to refine soldiers now, but about the so many treasures she has put in, whether she can refine a weapon, as long as one comes out.

But who knows, just when Zhuge Limei increased his firepower, an explosion sounded, "Bang!" With a bang, the boiler exploded, and there was a burst of black smoke.

"Ahem!" Even the fragrant cotton couldn't react, and the mask was blackened by the thick smoke, and her white skull mask turned into a black skull mask.

Zhuge Liangmei's white face also turned like black charcoal, and when she coughed, smoke came out of her mouth, looking very funny and embarrassed.

"It's unpredictable, the world is really unpredictable, Sister Limei, you have also become a black carbon head, this refining is too difficult to refine, I won't insist!"

Ying Xiangmian first laughed at herself.

In the end, he gave Zhuge Liangmei another wave of encouragement, and then took a shovel and fiddled with the burnt pile to see if he could recover some losses.

"Song Heng, today's incident is an accident, don't run away halfway, let's not control the fire now, let's start with the simplest. ”

Zhuge Limei said very unconfidently, she was afraid that Song Heng would leave like this, and then the task handed over by the master would fail.

What's more, her salary has been deducted by the master, and the master only has food and shelter, and she doesn't have the money to buy so many good beast pill beast bone materials.

Ying Xiangmian took a few deep breaths, stabilized her emotions and said, "It's okay, this is really okay, your master said that I am not a good material to be a refiner, and I just let me take a look at it casually." ”

Zhuge Liangmei lowered her head and said embarrassedly: "Song Heng, then you don't want to learn to refine soldiers?"

Ying Xiangmian replied with a smile: "We are all mortals! we must learn to accept our own inadequacy, otherwise how painful it will be when our ability is not worthy of our desires!"

"I just can't become a refiner, in the future, you will definitely hear about my reputation as a kitchen knife hero on the rivers and lakes. ”

Someone stood in the backyard where the smoke had cleared and said with great confidence, but the wind suddenly changed direction and rushed into her throat, and Ying Xiangmian "cough cough" spit out a lot of white smoke.