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"Not bad." Purple Pupil's face turned pale, "I want you to make me a knife, it should be thinner than cicada wings, no, thinner, the thinner, the better, and I want it to be as sharp as possible." ”

"A knife thinner than a cicada's wings?" Meng Fusheng repeated her words, "Generally speaking, the thinner the blade, the weaker its sturdiness, what is such a thin knife used for?" ”

"I'm going to help someone treat his eye, and this knife is used to operate on the eye." Purple Hitomi replied.

Meng Fusheng nodded slightly, "Okay, I know, I'll give it a try and see if I can do it." ”

Seeing his serious look, Zi Tong just relaxed, and patted him on the shoulder, "Don't be too anxious, you can rest well tonight, and try it again when you have time later." ”

Meng Fusheng just smiled, "Okay, it's not early, you can rest early, I'll go back to the academy first." ”

Zitong didn't insist, and immediately stopped his steps and watched him leave.

After Meng Fusheng left, Zitong also returned to the Ziluan Hall where she lived, naturally not to rest, but to the back practice room, took out the astrolabe that Mr. Baicao gave her, and began the practice of raising medicine.

There is no end to the path of cultivation, and there is no shortcut to the road of becoming stronger.

Progress cannot be made every day, a little progress every day, a little bit of progress, a small amount of accumulation, is a big progress.

When Zi Tong was practicing hard in the Ziluan Palace, in the palace, Zi Tu and Luo Jia were also practicing, at this time, Meng Fusheng had just walked out of the palace and sat in the carriage to rush back to the academy, he leaned back against the body, looking in a daze, but in fact, he had already begun to ponder what Zi Tong had said to him before.

Since childhood, he has a very talented dream in refining.

He made all kinds of weapons, swords, axes, hooks, and forks...... And so on.

Generally speaking, the user's requirements for a weapon are nothing more than weight, sharpness, and tolerance to star power.

A knife thinner than a cicada's wing?!

It was definitely the most challenging knife he ever received.

Back in the courtyard where he lived in the academy, Meng Fusheng closed the door and walked into the room.

Immediately, he released the furnace tripod that was refined from the amethyst stone that the purple pupil had given him before, and then took out a purple spar and threw it into the tripod.

As he unleashed his star power, a red cloud of star power spat out from his right hand and enveloped the furnace.

Immediately afterward, a ball of blue star power also spit out from his left hand, intertwining in one place.

With the dual star power of water and fire, looking at the entire Beizhou Continent, it is just like a dream.

Two identical star powers were acting on the furnace tripod one after another, and the purple spar in the tripod shrank little by little, gradually compressing from a piece the size of a basketball to the size of a fist, and continued to shrink......

This shrinkage process is the process of purification.

As time passed, Dream Fusheng's face gradually turned pale.

After he kept refining, the piece of purple in the tripod finally turned into a piece no more than half the size of a baby's fist.

Putting away the star power, Dream floated and got up, and took out the piece of amethyst that had been refined from the refining furnace with almost no magazine, as delicate and clear as an amethyst.

"The purification part has been completed, and I will try it again tomorrow night to see if I can make a knife."

Putting the things into the ring, Meng Fusheng took out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.