The news that Miao Junfeng wanted to refine the weapon soon spread throughout the village.

"If you are young, you have to refine the sword for the Holy Monarch before the beard on your mouth grows, can you do it?"

"Humph! If you sin against the Holy King, you will be punished by heaven. ”

"Can you say a little less, no matter how much he says it's for our village. Even if it doesn't work out in the end, that's a lot of thought. ”

"That's right! Anyway, the situation in the village is like this, let's be a dead horse doctor! ”

Under the call of the old village chief, the villagers were busy in twos and threes. From their remarks, it can be heard that they are not optimistic about the Miaojun Wind Refinery.

Even if there are two words for him, it is only thanks to his kindness and the mentality of a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

On the academy's side, a large number of people rushed over to the place where Miao Junfeng was preparing the refining weapon with expectant eyes and excitement. The name of the instrument has long been heard by thunder, and now it is a blessing to be able to witness him refining it with his own eyes.

However, there are also some people who are catalyzed by jealousy, and they disdain Miao Junfeng's refining weapon, and even more have begun to mutter about the scene after his failure.

The place where the refining was was outside the temple, and Miao Junfeng felt that refining the weapon here could be stained with the aura of the Holy Monarch, and the success rate of his refining could increase exponentially.

A pile of iron essence, a pile of copper essence, a pile of silver essence.

The three piles of materials are all extremely ordinary materials. After Miao Junfeng told the old village chief that he needed these three materials, the old village chief's eyes widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Even if it's just refining an almost similar Qinglong Glaive Knife, this material is too ordinary! Although I don't know how to refine weapons, haven't I ever eaten pork and never seen a pig run? This is too much to take the refining weapon seriously.

"Elder Shi, you are a master of refining, what do you think of Miao Junfeng's refining this time?" Kun Feng, who had no bottom in his heart, turned his head to Shi Kong, who was standing on his left, and asked.

"It's hard to say, it's hard to say."

"What's the explanation?"

"It's not good to say, because he is a tool, and since he is a tool, his means will not be the ordinary means we are familiar with.

It's hard to say, because it doesn't matter whether he succeeds or fails this time in refining. He is refining for the Holy Monarch, even if he can't refine well, as long as the Holy Monarch doesn't open his mouth, who can say that he hasn't refined well? ”

"That's right! Or Elder Shi has a unique vision and foresight. I'm never in time! ”

"Teacher Kunfeng is humble, let's continue to look down! Maybe he will bring us unexpected surprises. ”

Listening to Shi Kong's words and looking at the look on his face, if he didn't know the grievances between him and Miao Junfeng, I am afraid that he would really be deceived by this Elder Shi.

"Look, the instrument is about to start refining!" One of the classmates shouted excitedly.

But what awaited him was a big strong hand that covered his mouth.

He was annoyed and wanted to go back and try to teach the man a lesson. But when the man withdrew his hand and turned his head, he immediately drooped his head and fell down.

Who made him Teacher Yan? I can only endure this breath, and then I really feel abrupt. In the current occasion, there is no room for a little noise.

When it reached the Moon Realm, the color of the refiner's flames transformed into orange. The temperature of the flame not only increases by one layer, but also can transform the spiritual power more, so that it will not be lost in vain like the red flame.

Miao Junfeng's heart moved, and a pile of iron essence was wrapped in his own orange flame, and when they fused together, that pile of copper essence was pulled by spiritual power and merged into the orange flame.

Under the skillful control of Miao Junfeng, the iron essence solution and the copper essence solution began to be matched in a certain proportion little by little. Iron black and copper red are intertwined into a delicate pattern.

With a "poof", the exquisite pattern was completely chaotic under the conscious pressure of Miao Junfeng, so that the intoxicating beauty disappeared in an instant.

A little bit of stretching, a little bit of molding, the Qinglong Glaive began to slowly appear in front of everyone's eyes.

A silver light of "Huh", and the remaining pile of silver essence escaped into the fire at this moment.

The molten silver essence was outlined by the wonderful wind into a silver dragon that rose into the air, spreading from the hilt to the point of the blade.

When the last drop of silver essence solution is dropped, this knife can be considered to be formed, but it cannot be regarded as a talisman used by a warrior.

At this time, the clothes on Miao Junfeng's back were already completely wet, and the sweat on his forehead was dried and dried under the light of the fire. His lips were now chapped like the bark of an old pine tree.

"Righteousness is thin and cloudy!"

Miao Junfeng let out a loud shout and sent the Qinglong Glaive Knife into the air.

"Loyal souls and strong mountains and rivers!"

One foot and one hand. The door of the temple behind him opened with a "bang", and a wisp of divine luster swam out of it in a hover, soaring into the sky.

"I sacrifice the sword with my blood, and my loyal soul is brave to the sun and the moon. Heaven and earth learn the birthday of the green dragon, subduing demons and subduing demons to keep peace. ”

"Poof!"

A mouthful of essence blood was forced out by Miao Junfeng, turning into a flash of red light and flying towards the Blue Dragon Glaive Knife in the sky.

At this point, the treasure sword, essence blood, and divine light are all one.

After the Qinglong Glaive was quiet for a while, the blade suddenly shook violently, and repeated afterimages were swayed.

With a dragon groan, a green dragon escaped from the blade of the sword and roamed above the nine heavens.

Even if it is not a real dragon, it is just a cyan phantom, but the dragon power that emanates makes the people below feel the real oppression. This is the pride and majesty that comes with the divine beast.

The people standing on the ground looked up at the vision in the sky, and their mouths opened wide in shock! Even Shi Kong, who wished that Miao Junfeng could make a fool of himself, revealed his long-forgotten awe of the way of refining weapons at this moment.

However, one of the people in this group did not pay attention to the heavenly vision at this time, but looked at Miao Junfeng.

The current situation of Miao Junfeng is really bad, his mental power is about to run out, and his physical strength is also showing signs of exhaustion.

But no matter what your situation is, you can't stop at the moment, and once you stop, it's really a hundred steps and half ninety, and the result is a failure.

"Second Brother Guan, you must know that I'm refining weapons, right? Please help me, I can't hold on! You know what kind of knife you asked me to refine! ”

Perhaps it was because of Miao Junfeng's thoughts, and the ancient temple emitted thousands of golden lights in an instant without warning.

The sacred and solemn breath spreads out in an instant, making the auspicious and transpiring within a hundred miles of the village as the center.

A majestic figure, with the momentum of looking at the world, soared into the sky.

He held a knife in his left hand, a dragon in his right hand, and his feet were on the colorful glazed clouds. Three strands of beautiful hair fluttered in the wind, and a pair of divine eyes overlooked the world.

Under the prayer of Miao Junfeng, Emperor Guan Shengjun came to this world through the heavens and all worlds.

"The Holy Monarch manifests, God bless my village, everyone hurry up and bow down!"

With the shout of the old village chief, all the villagers in this village knelt down from the bottom of their hearts. The inheritance from the bloodline and the memory of the soul made the hearts of the villagers reach an unprecedented consensus at this moment.