Thinking of the failure he had encountered when refining the Yang Xuantie in the past, Qiu Chengfeng's eyes not only began to flicker, but even the movements of wielding the short hammer began to become stagnant, and even his breathing gradually became a little messy.

At the beginning, when refining Zhiyang Xuantie for the first time, Qiu Chengfeng made a mistake in the step of "condensation" due to psychological tension, which directly caused Baotie to become waste. This left a great shadow on his heart.

When refining for the second time, Qiu Chengfeng gave himself enough strength in advance. Every step of the way has been done well. But just after entering the condensation step, the originally stable state of mind turned out to be tense again. Fall in the same place again.

Two consecutive failures completely destroyed Qiu Chengfeng's self-confidence.

Now, the third Zhiyang Xuantie refining has reached this step again. If the old thing repeats itself, then what face do you have to face those who care about you?

We can't fail, we can't fail again!

Qiu Chengfeng shouted hard to himself in his heart. But this shouting did not calm him down, but made him more nervous and panicked.

Qin Chuan has been paying attention to Qiu Chengfeng's every move. immediately discovered Qiu Chengfeng's strange appearance.

Why the originally good state suddenly became like this, of course Qin Chuan figured it out. Presumably, this refining weapon is close to the threshold of Qiu Chengfeng's failure at the beginning.

This made Qin Chuan nervous. After all, this piece of Zhiyang Xuaniron, which is being tempered, is not only related to a precious magic weapon, but also to the life and death of a refining master!

Qiu Chengfeng, you must step over this hurdle!

Although he was very concerned in his heart, Qin Chuan knew that he couldn't help himself at this time. If you want to get through this hurdle, Qiu Chengfeng can only rely on himself!

"Ding, ding, ding, ding......" The short hammer still kept beating on the Zhiyang Xuantie, but the sound was a little flustered, losing the rhythmic beauty just now. Moreover, Qin Chuan found that beads of sweat had begun to ooze from Qiu Chengfeng's forehead.

This is definitely not a normal phenomenon.

Although the temperature in the blacksmith shop is very high due to the exuberant burning of the furnace. But with Qiu Chengfeng's cultivation, this level of temperature could not affect him at all, let alone make him sweat.

At this time, sweating reflected the tension in his heart.

When Qin Chuan saw the beads of sweat on Qiu Chengfeng's forehead, Qiu Chengfeng himself also noticed that he was sweating. This made his already nervous and flustered mood even worse.

At this moment, the short hammer wielded in his hand could never be stopped, nor could the magic technique that penetrated into the Supreme Yang Xuantie. Once the rhythm is out of order, the entire refining process will probably fail immediately.

However, it is not possible to wipe the beads of sweat on the forehead. Otherwise, if beads of sweat drip onto the Zhiyang Darkiron, it will have a great impact on the purity of the Darkiron. Even if the final refining is successful, the grade of the magic weapon will be greatly reduced.

Alas, the mood is bad enough, even the sweat comes to make trouble! Could it be that Zhiyang Xuantie is really a hurdle that he can't overcome in his life?

A small bead of sweat on his forehead seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back. Qiu Chengfeng's mood has gradually fallen into despair. Although he still wields the short hammer in his hand, it is all supported by perseverance. The slightest mistake will definitely lead to an irretrievable failure in the entire refining process.

At this time, Qin Chuan had already seen that Qiu Chengfeng had fallen into the most dangerous state. His heart also twitched with the change in Qiu Chengfeng's expression.

It seems that Qiu Chengfeng's heart is so big that it is beyond imagination. A small bead of sweat was about to take him to the bottomless abyss.

The Zhiyang Xuantie was stolen from the Golden Head Red Scale Jiao at a huge cost, and it was extremely precious; The master of refining the Great Perfection Realm during the Qi cultivation period is of great significance to the Feather Sect. Don't...... Do you really want to watch both of them ruined in front of you at the same time?

No, you can't! No hope can be given up until the moment of real failure!

With an extremely resolute thought, Qin Chuan took a step forward and walked into the blacksmith shop. At the same time, he took out a handkerchief from the ring, held it in his hand, and wiped the sweat on Qiu Chengfeng's forehead.

Qiu Chengfeng was doing his best to ensure that the condensation rhythm was not chaotic at this time, while gritting his teeth to fight against the chaos in his heart, without noticing that Qin Chuan was already close.

When he was about to fall into a breakdown, he suddenly felt a pair of steady hands, holding a silky handkerchief, and began to wipe the beads of sweat for himself.

Qiu Chengfeng's body couldn't help but tremble slightly. At this time, the only person who could wipe the beads of sweat for himself was Qin Chuan. Feeling Qin Chuan's soft movements and steady hands, Qiu Chengfeng's heart warmed, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed.

When he was a teenager, he was once known as a genius in refining, sharp and high-spirited. With his own ability, it is indeed not a problem to refine the Yang Xuan Iron. But because of his fragile mentality, he failed continuously, and finally hurt his dearest master.

Now, another person with great kindness is willing to help him, do you want to fall in the same place again and hurt the person who is so kind to you again?

No, no, absolutely not! You can't let your demons bind you and repeat your failures over and over again! This piece of Zhiyang Xuantie must be successfully refined, and he must have an explanation for Qin Chuan, himself, and the master under Jiuquan!

Feeling Qin Chuan's soft and firm action of wiping sweat, Qiu Chengfeng's long-suppressed will to fight was suddenly awakened. He gritted his teeth hard, his eyes became firm again, and the hand wielding the short hammer gradually returned to the original track.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding......" The hammer sound, which was slightly chaotic for a while, finally intertwined with a pleasant rhythm again. Every time the hammer fell, sparks flew and the aura surged. Qiu Chengfeng's originally heavy depressed expression was also swept away at this time. The whole person has become full of domineering, a hammer in his hand, the kind of domineering that is proud of the world!

Qin Chuan was pleasantly surprised when he saw this change in him. One thought of life, one thought of death, I couldn't imagine that my simple sweat wiping action actually saved Qiu Chengfeng and brought him back to life!

At this time, you must not disturb him. Therefore, after wiping Qiu Chengfeng's sweat, Qin Chuan immediately withdrew from the blacksmith shop again, leaving Qiu Chengfeng with a space to fully read his power.

And Qiu Chengfeng, after sweeping away the demons in his heart, the whole person fell into a quiet and pious state. The expression on his face is like the water of an ancient well, quiet and abnormal, not a wave, but his arms are waving like wheels, and he is in the wind.

One is still, one is moving, and the state is completely opposite. But these two states happened to Qiu Chengfeng at the same time, which makes people look so matched and coordinated.

This is what an excellent refiner should be!

The high-spirited and promising refiner back then has finally been resurrected!

Qin Chuan clenched his fists hard, in a happy mood.

Hehe, the resurrection of this refiner should also have a lot of credit~~~ Happy to be happy, but Qin Chuan did not have the slightest inappropriate move. On the contrary, the whole person was more cautious to avoid any impact on Qiu Chengfeng.

The sound of "ding, ding, ding, ding......" is still going on. With Qiu Chengfeng's just right tempering, the Zhiyang Xuantie Iron Embryo has undergone obvious changes, and it has begun to gradually reveal the rudimentary form of a sword.

Moreover, with Qiu Chengfeng's entry of special spells one after another, this long sword, which had already taken shape, began to exude a mysterious and powerful aura all around it.

Qin Chuan was silently watching outside the blacksmith shop, and the anticipation in his heart became stronger and stronger. Judging from the current situation, after the successful refining of the Zhiyang Xuantie, it is at least a top-level magic weapon!

Top magic weapon...... In the southwest area of the Kunxu Mountain Range, among the major immortal cultivation sects east of the void abyss, the number of top-level magic weapons is only four.

Among them, the Fengxuan Fan of Cao Gongze, the head of Feiyun Gate, and the cold ice spirit of Meng Yang, the elder of Feiyun Gate, are both on the list. Although it has fallen into the hands of Qin Chuan now, because of the same surname, he has rewarded Liu Guanyu and Su Qianxue respectively, and he has not kept it.

And the other two top-level magic weapons, one is owned by Ding Hang, the head of the Kunshan faction, and can only be used to explore the treasure in the Dragon Cave in Jiuqu, which has been left in the cave. The other one is in the hands of Fang Shaoyang, the owner of the Nine Leaves Valley.

In addition to these four pieces, in the hands of the heads of other sects, the best ones are only high-grade magic weapons.

If Qiu Chengfeng was able to refine another top-level magic weapon at this time, the number of top-level magic weapons possessed by the Yuhua Sect would far surpass that of all the sects east of the Void Abyss!

Taking pills to improve one's cultivation to a higher level, with the help of the Trial Gate, absorbing a large amount of the essence of the Extraterritorial Heavenly Demons, the cultivation of many disciples of the Feather Sect will definitely usher in a big leap soon. Coupled with many top-level magic weapons in hand, will the Yuhua Gate dominate one side?

No!

Thinking like this, Qin Chuan's heart was already full of infinite expectations. But soon he was able to control his mood again. After all, Qiu Chengfeng's refining has not been completely completed, and no one dares to guarantee that it will be foolproof until the last step. What's more, Qiu Chengfeng has a precedent of failing twice. In order to avoid happiness and sorrow, it is better not to be too happy.

After stabilizing his emotions, Qin Chuan gathered his attention again and looked at Qiu Chengfeng Refining Weapon with full attention.

At this time, Qiu Chengfeng had completely fallen into a state of fanaticism and addiction. In his eyes, there was nothing else, only the hammer in his hand and the sword in front of him. The short hammer continued to rise and fall, and the sword body gradually improved, and began to reveal a faint edge.

After a clanging and rapid beating, Qiu Chengfeng suddenly shook his hand and threw the short hammer aside, and then flipped his palms up and down, continuously punching three spells into the sword body.

This is the final step in the condensation process. When all the three magic tricks were finished, Qiu Chengfeng suddenly urged the spiritual power and controlled the long sword that had been formed to fly back into the furnace. At the same time, spiritual power erupted wildly, urging the flames in the furnace to the maximum.

Next, Qiu Chengfeng did not control the flame anymore, but reached out and picked up a gourd from the side. Pull off the stopper, raise your head, and pour all the transparent liquid that slowly oozes cold into your mouth and drink it into your stomach.

The capacity of this gourd is quite large. Although Qiu Chengfeng is tall, after drinking, his belly is already high and bulging, like a pregnant woman who is ** month pregnant. In appearance, it looks quite funny, but Qiu Chengfeng's gaze is extremely dignified and religious.

Qin Chuan watched from the sidelines, his expression equally solemn. Although he didn't know how to refine weapons, he could also see that now, he must have reached the last step of refining weapons - quenching!

Quenching is concerned about the fusion of the aura that enters the sword body and the sword itself, and it also has a great relationship with the texture of the magic weapon that is refined. Once the quenching is not good, it will lead to the instability of the structure of the magic weapon and the uneven distribution of aura, which will greatly affect the power that a magic weapon can exert.

The success or failure of the matter has been done here!

After Qiu Chengfeng drank the transparent liquid in the gourd, he waved at the furnace volley, which was swallowed by the furnace fire, and the long sword that had been burning for a long time immediately flew up in the air with an extremely high temperature, and was suspended in the air, constantly spinning and flying.

Qiu Chengfeng, on the other hand, raised his head again, inhaled hard, and then opened his mouth to spit out. Suddenly, a cool column of water gushed out of his mouth, dripping right on the sword.

The extremely hot sword was sprayed by the flow of water, making a "sizzling" sound. In the small blacksmith shop, there were also pieces of white steam pouring out one after another.

And the rotation of the long sword continued, and the water jets spit out from Qiu Chengfeng's mouth were also endless. The combination of the two forms a singular landscape.

Although Qin Chuan had long known that refining weapons were full of all kinds of mysteries like alchemy, this was the first time he had watched the refiners refining weapons with his own eyes, and he really felt that it was breathtaking.

The spitting of the water column in Qiu Chengfeng's mouth lasted for a whole cup of tea. The long sword flying in the air has already dissipated the original high temperature in the continuous drenching process. The blade began to exude a clear, sharp edge.

The brighter the light of the long sword, the brighter Qin Chuan's eyes became. He knew in his heart that a magic weapon that was at least a top-level magic weapon level was about to be born under his attention!

With the continuous spitting of water, Qiu Chengfeng's abdomen, which was originally bulging into the ball, gradually shrunk, and finally completely returned to its normal amplitude. At the same time, Qiu Chengfeng also stopped the spitting of the water column, and waved in the air, and the long sword that hovered in the air immediately flew into his hand.

Holding a long sword in his hand, Qiu Chengfeng, who was originally quiet and pious, suddenly burst out of his mouth with a passionate howl. The whistling sound pierced through the golden cracked stone and went straight to the sky, and it could even be compared to the chirping of the spirit crane rushing into the sky.

With the whistling sound, Qiu Chengfeng's body wrapped in broken felt cloth began to exude a strong domineering aura. The long sword in his hand was waved a few times, and the domineering and incomparable sword aura suddenly filled the surroundings.

How can a small blacksmith's shop, made of mundane things, withstand such an impact? When the shadow of the sword flashed, only a few sounds of "boom, boom" were heard, and the originally good blacksmith shop collapsed!

Qiu Chengfeng's cultivation has reached the realm of the Great Perfection of the Qi cultivation period, and of course he will not be disturbed by the collapse of the house. Although the gravel fell everywhere and the dust was flying, Qiu Chengfeng stood tall and proud, and the dust did not touch his body.

Seeing the destruction of the house where he had lived for more than ten years, Qiu Chengfeng's face was full of joy. Holding the long sword, he laughed a few times, suddenly took a step, came to Qin Chuan, and actually bent his knees, holding the long sword and kneeling in front of Qin Chuan: "Qin Engong, Qiu Chengfeng has not disgraced his mission, and the inferior spiritual weapon, the Zhiyang Flying Sword, has been successfully refined, please take a look!" ”

Spiritual weapons? It's actually a magic weapon at the spirit weapon level?! Qin Chuan was overjoyed. Originally, his expectation was that the Extreme Yang Xuantie could be refined into a top-level magic weapon, but now it had actually reached the spirit weapon level!

Jiuqu returned to the Dragon Cave and his party, although Qin Chuan got a Mingyang Xuanjia that was also a low-grade spiritual weapon, but the Mingyang Xuanjia was completely a defensive magic weapon, which could only protect oneself and did not have any attack ability.

Feng Xuan Fan and Dark Cold Ice Spirit, because they happen to coincide with Liu Guanyu and Su Qianxue's spiritual root surnames, Qin Chuan, as the head of the family, is not sure of his spiritual root surname, of course he will not compete with his subordinates. Therefore, there has always been a lack of an offensive surname weapon in his hand.

Now, with this domineering, spirit-level Zhiyang Flying Sword, everything can be called complete!

Qin Chuan looked down at the sword in Qiu Chengfeng's hand, and saw that the lines on the sword body were mysterious, the aura was full, and the aura and charm that emanated were indeed still on top of those two top-level magic weapons. Although I was full of joy in my heart, I couldn't wait to get it in my hand immediately. But Qin Chuan didn't do it.

He bent down, helped Qiu Chengfeng up, and said with a solemn expression: "Brother Qiu, congratulations!" Zhiyang Flying Sword is a success, you can finally prove yourself, raise your eyebrows! This is great news, and it is also the good news that Ouyeel predecessors have been looking forward to for a lifetime! Let's go to the grave of Ouye's predecessor and tell him the good news. ”

"Master......" Qiu Chengfeng listened to Qin Chuan's words, and his excited eyes gradually began to mix with thick sadness. Qin Chuan couldn't have imagined that a bearded man with such a rough appearance would be so affectionate in his heart.

Qin Chuan and Qiu Chengfeng walked together and came to Ou Yeyang's grave in the wild.

Qiu Chengfeng held the Zhiyang Flying Sword in both hands, pounced, knelt down in front of the tombstone, banged his head heavily, prostrate on the ground, and tears poured out: "Master, the apprentice is not filial, let this Zhiyang Flying Sword be more than ten years late!" ”

"Brother Qiu, I know that in the eyes of Ouyeel's predecessors, the important thing is not Xuantie, nor flying sword, but you! As long as you can get rid of the demons in your heart, revive the majesty of the past, and carry forward the alchemy skills of Ouye's predecessors, he will definitely smile if he knows it! Qin Chuan stood behind Qiu Chengfeng and said affectionately.

Qiu Chengfeng straightened up and turned his head to look at Qin Chuan, his eyes were both admiration and emotion. In terms of age, Qin Chuan is much younger than Qiu Chengfeng. But Qiu Chengfeng felt that this young man, regardless of knowledge, bearing, and surname, was far above him. At the age of forty or fifty, he actually had a heartfelt admiration for Qin Chuan, a young man in his twenties!

Kneeling in front of Qin Chuan, raising the Zhiyang Flying Sword above his head with both hands, Qiu Chengfeng said extremely sincerely: "Master, this Zhiyang Flying Sword can be regarded as a gift from Qiu Chengfeng!" I implore the head not to dislike Chengfeng for being stupid and stupid, and to put Chengfeng into the feathered door wall! ”

(To be continued)