Cheng Xiaotian's palm shook, and a red flame ignited in his palm, and he began to quietly calcinate this piece of gold. √∟, after completing the foundation building, his spiritual power evolved again, the original spiritual fire became the samadhi true fire, and the smelting gold essence was effortless, and as soon as the true fire started, the egg-sized gold essence immediately began to collapse little by little.

It is not uncommon to be able to emit flames, many people can do it, but it is unheard of to produce flames in the palm of their hands to calcine metal. At this time, not only a large group of children were attracted to watch, but even the adults who had begun to dismantle the tents and pack up their bags stood still from a distance, watching this scene with amazement on their faces.

Now Cheng Xiaotian is sitting on the cart, like a boastful merchant, with a large number of orc children crowded in front of him, and he exclaims from time to time.

Soon, the piece of gold dissolved into a golden liquid, rolling back and forth in the palm of Cheng Xiaotian's hand, and his hand was still white and delicate, without the slightest burn. At this time, everyone held their breath and looked nervous, and those who were far away simply climbed to the top to watch this incredible scene.

Not far away, at the edge of a gray tent, High Priest Drektar sat on a tree stump, surrounded by several orcs, ranging from robed shamans to tall, muscular orc warriors. These people were the heads of the Frostwolf Clan, and they were gathering around the High Priest for a meeting, and they were attracted by Cheng Xiaotian's actions, so they simply adjourned the meeting to watch Cheng Xiaotian's refining weapon.

High Priest Drektar is rejuvenated, not only has he fully recovered his spirit, but he can even walk with a staff for a while. He was now looking at Cheng Xiaotian's magical methods and fell into deep thought.

"No one has ever been able to do that." Gattuso-Frostbun sighed.

A middle-aged shaman priest said, "His energy is not strong, but his means are too magical, it seems to be ...... It doesn't seem like a mortal can do it, right? ”

As the High Priest, Drektar gave an affirmative answer: "To be able to transcend the physical level, at least you have to be a fifth-order powerhouse."

The orcs were shocked, what did that mean? It's clear to everyone. No one doubts the words of the high priest, in terms of strength, maybe he is not strong, but in terms of knowledge, he will definitely not lose to any fifth-order demigod.

"High Priest, I have a proposal." Gattuso, who had been pondering beside him, seemed to have made up his mind, and suddenly spoke.

Drektar smiled lightly, raised his hand to interrupt his words, and said, "I understand what you mean, but have you thought about it, although the Lord of the Arathi Basin is definitely worthy of trust, but his people are willing to live with the orcs?" What happened last night......"

Hearing his words, everyone lowered their heads.

Now in the northern part of the Eastern Kingdom, in the entire land of Lordaeron, their frostwolves have become the only orc tribe. There are forces that are very unfriendly to the orcs all around, they are like a lonely boat in the waves, and they will capsize if they are not careful, and the safety of thousands of orcs in the whole clan is at stake, and any decision needs to be made carefully.

On the cart, Cheng Xiaotian's expression was calm, and in the palm of his hand, the pool of gold solution became lighter and lighter as the temperature continued to rise, and it was almost silvery-white, and the fire was about to arrive.

Cheng Xiaotian was not nervous at all, because this was not a refining tool at all, it only needed to be smelted and then formed.

Jin Cui can be used to depict the magic circle on any material, but it itself does not allow any other material to form a formation on itself, so this is not a magic weapon, but a mortal weapon made of heaven and earth treasures, such extravagant behavior is simply outrageous!

Using pure gold to smelt a knife with no spiritual or mana, if such an act were placed in the cultivation realm, it would definitely be broken by the angry crowd! This knife will not change at all, not even the "knife" can fly, the only characteristic is that it is hard and sharp. But what's the use of that?

Fortunately, there are no cultivators here, and Cheng Xiaotian is at ease.

Soon, the melt turned pure silver white, Cheng Xiaotian stretched out his right hand to cover his left hand, looked at the surprised faces in front of him, and said with a smile: "Don't blink, you can watch it!"

After speaking, his right hand was clenched, his left hand turned over and grabbed it, and then his hands were separated, only to hear a series of crisp sounds of "choking", and a golden blade was pulled out by him.

It is a small golden scimitar, the blade is only 20 centimeters long, and the widest point is about 5 centimeters. When Cheng Xiaotian turned the knife sideways, the knife was completely invisible, as if it was holding air.

The children were in an uproar, and even the adult orcs who had been afraid to approach all this time gathered around, and one of them asked suspiciously, "Can such a thin knife cut things?"

Cheng Xiaotian smiled, handed the knife to an orc warrior, and motioned for him to try it out.

The orc, who was as strong as a brown bear, carefully took the knife, put it in front of him and looked at it carefully, looked at Cheng Xiaotian in embarrassment, and finally under the impatient urging, he walked to a steel drill for piling and drew it. can be compared to scratch, he just doesn't dare to really cut, this knife is so beautiful, and it was made by Cheng Xiaotian, he is afraid that he will not be able to pay if it is broken.

"Cut it." Cheng Xiaotian is really impatient.

The orc let out an "oh" and waved it lightly.

To everyone's surprise, there was no sound at all, and the knife did not stop at all, and it just swung it lightly, as if it were really air in his hand.

"What's going on?" The orc was dumbfounded, and in disbelief he put the knife up in front of his eyes to observe, and when he turned his wrist, the slender blade was revealed, intact.

But the question is, the steel drill also looks intact on the outside, what is going on?

At this moment, the steel drill suddenly began to vibrate slightly, and the upper half was staggered little by little. It turned out that the blade just now had completely split the steel drill, and the interface was as smooth as a mirror.

The crowd immediately boiled, and all gathered around to see this unimaginably sharp knife, and the little orc who was promised a knife by Cheng Xiaotian was the first to rush over, jumping to his feet and shouting: "That's my knife, mine!"

The strong orc held his knife aloft, waved the little orc away, and rebuked, "How can a child use such a sharp knife? This knife should ......"

After speaking, he looked left and right, most of the orcs here are warriors with heavy weapons, such a pocket knife, it is too small to give a thief a dagger......

After looking around, he finally set his eyes on the High Priest Drektar, and shouted excitedly: "This knife is for the High Priest, he couldn't use it better for self-defense."

The child didn't know what was important, and he was still not convinced, "But this is what the warrior gave me!" ”

Cheng Xiaotian can't look at it, what does it matter to you that I send other people's children? If you can't see it, grab the child's things! He stood up and prepared to have a seizure.

Before he could speak, the strong orc pushed the little orc away, his expression became more and more arrogant, and he scolded: "Of course, I have to take care of what I gave you, and whoever made me your father."

Yes, Cheng Xiaotian sat back again when he heard this......

At this moment, the vibration of the steel drill began to increase, and the upper part that had been cut off finally fell to the ground, and the orcs were stunned when they saw this scene.

"A cavalry team is coming, assemble, put on guard!" Not far away, Gattuso-Frost drank heavily.

Hearing this shout, the orcs immediately sprang into action, each carrying his own child back to his tent, and in less than a minute, they were fully armed and began to converge in the center of the camp. (To be continued.) )