Nanli tribe, wrought iron mill.

"Xiao Nanzi, you really didn't die!"

Tie Zhu pulled up the huge bellows and smiled.

The fire under the smelting table rose vigorously.

"I, I thought you were dead!"

He grinned, his big eyebrows and eyes filled with joy.

"Hey, it's fate, and it shouldn't be broken. ”

Xiao Nan touched his head embarrassedly and added a pile of dry firewood to the stove.

The blazing light of the fire made his little face red.

"You two, come over to me. ”

At this time, the old Uncle Tie, who had been concentrating on forging, suddenly shouted.

The sound penetrated the bellows and the noise of dry firewood and fell on the ears of the two people.

"It's coming, it's coming!"

Tie Zhu and Xiao Nan glanced at each other, and hurriedly responded happily.

"You've been in the blacksmith for a long time. Today, I will teach you some superficial knowledge of refining weapons. ”

Old Uncle Tie got up and picked up the thick wrought iron hammer on the side.

"Uncle Tie, what are we refining first?"

Xiao Nan and Tie Zhu rubbed their hands together, eager to try.

"Hundred weapons sword first, let's forge a long sword!"

Uncle Tie groaned and grabbed a piece of refined iron ore casually.

"The ores of this world are inherently impurities, and the first step in forging weapons is to remove them. ”

He threw the iron ore onto the furnace and held it in with his pliers.

Xiao Nan and Tie Zhu hurriedly looked at each other, thinking that it had begun.

"The method of removing these impurities, taking iron concentrate as an example, is to smelt at high temperature and forge into steel. ”

Uncle Tie took advantage of the process of ore smelting and explained.

"The so-called forging into steel is the process of refining ore. There are five forged steels and ten forged steels. The better ones have 100 forged steel, 1000 forged steel, or even 10,000 forged steel,"

He faced the two dolls and spat out a circle of wine in his big mouth.

Xiao Nan couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose, and quietly took two steps back,

This old Uncle Tie, I'm afraid he drank a lot again, no wonder he was so refreshing today!

"It is enough to refine low-grade swords and hoes, three forged steel, and five forged steel. ”

He continued, a glint in his eye.

"But to refine a high-quality witchcraft, you need at least 100 forged steel. ”

After Uncle Tie finished speaking, he grinned and added:

"Of course, if you have the best ore, you don't necessarily need to forge it repeatedly. Sometimes one forging or two forgings may not be impossible to refine the best witchcraft. ”

Xiao Nan and Tie Zhu nodded again and again when they heard this.

Although there are many records in the classics in the Nanli Tribe Inheritance Palace, how can they be compared to Uncle Tie's words and deeds.

Xiao Nan compared every word in the classics, and there was a feeling of sudden enlightenment!

"Uncle Tie, how do you distinguish the grades of this witch weapon?"

He couldn't help but ask.

The way to distinguish the grades of elixir is based on the number of innate pill patterns, but what about witch weapons?

He flipped through the classics about refining weapons in the sea of knowledge, and said that it was through the level of spiritual light, but he couldn't comprehend it for a while.

He had seen a lot of high-grade witchcraft before, including the red gold sailboat of the old man Bai, the Jiaolong short dagger at the bottom of Donglong Lake, and two four-grade witch weapons.

But he also mostly listened to oral accounts or figured out on his own, and did not judge through professional methods.

"Hehe, the way this witch weapon is identified is based on the aura. ”

Uncle Tie instructed Tie Zhu to pull the bellows twice, increase the fire, and said with a smile.

"When you advance to the realm of witch refining and inject the witch yuan into the witch weapon, it will glow. If you look closely, there is a difference between light and darkness in the spirit, and there are several levels. ”

He probably drank the wine and said cheerfully.

"This layer of spiritual light is a witch weapon. There are two layers of aura, which is a second-grade witch weapon. And so on, do you understand?"

These words were said in detail, which made Xiao Nan suddenly realize.

He thought back to the dragon dagger he had encountered, the black light on it flickered, and it gradually changed to gray outward, and there were indeed four levels.

But the faceless pot is a little different.

Although it also had layers of blood-colored light on its body, it broke off from the middle and scattered into several segments, making it impossible to tell whether it was four or eight layers.

"I understand, thank you Uncle Tie for your advice. ”

Xiao Nan nodded and said gratefully.

"If you understand, go and add firewood!"

Uncle Tie pointed at him with his beard and instructed.

Xiao Nan hurriedly ran over and added two handfuls of dry firewood.

"Next, there is the process of wrought iron into steel, which is the first step in real refining. ”

Uncle Tie pressed the red-hot iron ore on the smelting table, brandished a thick and heavy wrought iron hammer, and smashed it on it with a bang.

The force is sometimes light and sometimes heavy, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, as if it contains a nameless rhythm.

Xiao Nan didn't dare to disturb loudly, and carefully observed and studied.

This type of percussion is like blood rushing, refining the bones, and becoming tough one at a time.

Gradually, Xiao Nan became obsessed, and the blood in his body was surging and flowing.

Uncle Tie straightened the iron ore, folded and forged, and the cycle repeated, and soon reached the point of ten forgings.

He didn't stop, but continued to tap until he reached the Hundred Forgings.

This is the starting level of refining into the Witch Weapon.

The original huge iron ore was only half the size of a skull.

"You two can take care of it, the next step is the second step, make steel into a tire!"

Uncle Tie shouted loudly, wielding a wrought iron hammer to make a family legend "Sixteen Styles of Throwing a Hammer".

The body hammer is one, turn around, use the force to make the strength stronger, hammer on the tire again, and repeat.

Soon, the refined hundred-forged steel was hammered into the shape of a sword.

This is the sword fetus.

"Lower the fire, warm the fire. ”

Uncle Lao Tie saw that the sword tire was formed, and ordered the iron pillar to stop the bellows.

The fire suddenly subsided and slowly scorched.

Old Uncle Tie's wrought iron hammer also slowed down, decorating the corners of the sword tire.

"This is the third step of refining the weapon, the tempering cultivator. ”

Uncle Tie breathed a sigh of relief, and then added.

"The last step of this refining weapon is to temper the opening edge. ”

He took the wrought iron hammer, picked up the sword tire, and placed it on the quenching trough.

"The main battle of weapons should be bloody. ”

Uncle Tie shouted in a deep voice, stretched out his hand to scoop up a scoop of scarlet beast blood from the side of the smelting table, and poured it on the sword tire.

On the quenching tank, a surge of blood qi rose from the sword tire, and the stimulating smell of blood poured into the ears and nose.

Uncle Tie was unmoved, picked up the sword tire, flipped to the other side, and once again evenly poured the beast blood onto the sword body.

Suddenly, another stream of blood qi churned up, blending with the first blood qi.

"Is this the tempering of the front?"

Xiao Nan was fascinated and couldn't help but think of cultivation.

"If the bones are quenched like a refining tool, the essence is like fire, and the blood is like a forging hammer, then after a hundred forgings and thousands of refinements, how can it be tempered?"

He pondered it for a long time, but he couldn't find it.

I always feel that standing outside the door is almost a kick in the door.

"Don't be stunned, it's not over yet!"

Uncle Tie shouted and woke him up.

Xiao Nan raised his eyes and saw Uncle Tie pick up the scarlet sword tire and insert it into the pool next to the quenching tank.

Steaming water rose and flooded the sword.

The long sword trembled slightly, as if releasing the power of the whole body, and finally faded and stabilized.