"We melt the iron and scatter it in the sky."

Jun Qianqian did not explain the principle to everyone, the physical knowledge of the tribesmen is limited, and their time is even more limited.

It's just that more than 1,000 degrees of molten iron rises to the sky—

"Are you in danger?"

Luo Ze was worried.

"As long as it is operated scientifically, it is not very dangerous, and the surrounding audience is more dangerous than me."

After thinking of this method, Jun Qianqian's mind perfected the plan and immediately commanded everyone to act.

In addition to Jun Qianqian's saber, they also melted a few weapons they brought, anyway, if the deal can be completed, they don't have to worry about this bit of iron.

Daze also brought a crucible to melt the molten iron.

"The temperature of the coal fire can reach about 1,300 degrees, plus the blower, it is almost enough."

The tribesmen ran to ask for a large pile of coal back, and Xia Lan instructed that no matter what materials and tools Zihua needed, they would try to provide them as much as possible.

She wanted to see what tricks this goddess could toss.

"I also need a wooden spoon and a change in my clothes."

Hot molten iron is a spoon made of wood, scooped up, and raised to the sky.

After the shape of the spoon is done, it should be soaked in water, and the water on the surface should be wiped dry before use, so that the outside is dry and the inside is wet, but it is not easy to ignite in the hot molten iron.

If the clothes are too thick, the sparks will easily ignite the fabric, so it is better to wear less, but it is convenient to move.

"Okay, I'll change it as you say right away!"

Pelo didn't feel sorry for the complicated robes she made, she immediately started to change the layers of gorgeous clothes into very exotic short clothes and short skirts.

"Luo Ze, lend me your necklace!"

Jun Qianqian looked at her arms and legs, and always felt that her body was empty and not good enough.

"What do you want your hair to look like?"

Luo Ze took out the patriarch necklace he didn't wear much, and the length was wrapped around Jun Qianqian's neck three times.

"Coiled up, coiled up, lit up, and troublesome."

Jun Qianqian sat obediently, letting Luo Ze hold a wooden comb in one hand and her hair in the other, Pelo also felt that this body was in space, and they didn't know what Xia Lan's colorful clothes looked like, so they couldn't help but start worrying.

"Don't worry about this, the iron flower is very beautiful, no one will care if I look good or not."

Jun Qianqian saw that everyone was still frowning, so she folded the rags that Pello tore a few times and gathered them into a flower the size of a palm.

It's just that how awkward it looks with white flowers on his head, so he casually picked up a handful of tender grass at the mouth of the cave and dyed the white flowers green.

"Can grass still color cloth?"

Pelo looked at the movements of Jun Qianqian's hands in surprise.

"There is no fixing agent, and the color dyed with plants falls off quickly."

Jun Qianqian handed the head flower to Luo Ze, and he pinned it in her hair, she turned her head to show everyone, from the shadow on the ground, she felt that she had a kind of flying mural painting style.

With the popularization of fabrics, men, women and children began to wear a single coat on their bodies even if they didn't need to keep warm.

Jun Qianqian was also very distressed about the torn robe, this was still a new dress that was only worn once.

"You're so pretty."

The clansmen looked at Jun Qianqian, who was well-dressed, and praised one after another.

"What's this, I haven't used the famous makeup magic yet, with cosmetics, I can make it more beautiful."

But this is a sacrifice, not a beauty pageant, and she doesn't think it's necessary.

The molten iron gradually melted in the crucible, Jun Qianqian and Daze stayed by the side, constantly testing the fire, the temperature of the molten iron was low, and it would quickly condense when it was sprinkled, and no sparks could be seen, the temperature of the molten iron was too high, and it would not explode if it touched the moisture in the air.

"It's pretty much the same to stay where you are."

Jun Qianqian dipped a wooden stick in a little molten iron and threw it at the cave wall, and sparks flew everywhere.

"Are you really not going to get hurt?"

Seeing the splashing sparks, Roze asked again worriedly if he could replace her.

"No, I've been studying portraits for a long time, and I don't see a burn scar on my body, which means that this time will definitely go well!"

Jun Qianqian was not afraid at all, and was faintly excited.

The tribal priests preside over the festival, and the tribesmen pray for good weather in the heavens, and I don't know if it is useful, but it is also a good thing to boost the morale of the tribesmen and live a harder life in the coming year.

The altar of the Baiyan tribe was more than half a person high, and their people cleared the debris around the altar according to Jun Qianqian's instructions, and the four corners of the altar were planted with torches, and the tall flags were hung with hay decorations, and the wind blew.

"Our location is really good, it's quite convenient to watch the priests of Baiyan dance."

After everything was prepared, everyone sat down around the altar, Jun Qianqian's face was hot and red when she guarded the molten iron, and Luo Ze gently fanned her with a big leaf.

"What's there to see."

Luo Ze was disdainful of Xia Feng's sacrificial dance.

"You don't want to see it, I still want to see it!"

Even though Xia Lan's attitude was a little arrogant, Jun Qianqian noticed that she was very respected among her compatriots and had little regard for her own people.

Maybe she's just loving her tribe too much and being proud of it that she'll be like a big rooster with a pouting tail.

The festival began, and the Baiyan tribe was worthy of being the strongest clan in the vicinity, they moved out two leather drums, and the rhythmic drum beat knocked out, fortunately, the Purple Flower Tribe had never seen anything strange, and the big drum was not enough to scare everyone.

But this one didn't frighten me, just didn't feel surprised, and a loud noise still startled the tribesmen.

"They did it on purpose!"

Pello said dissatisfied.

"Don't be afraid, the best is still to come."

Xia Lan stepped on the altar to the beat of the drum, and the colorful clothes on her body were very beautiful, the royal blue soft flowing skirt, and the rose-red blouse all swayed with her movement, like beautiful colored clouds falling from the sky.

"That's it, we'll dye the fabric too!"

Pelo was still sour, but Jun Qianqian's eyes widened.

What kind of material is that? Silk?

Jun Qianqian immediately sat up straight, and Luo Ze looked at her worriedly, not knowing why she was so serious at this time.

Xia Lan also looked in the direction of Zihua from time to time, of course she noticed that Jun Qianqian's face had changed, and she was immediately very proud in her heart.

Look! Her heart is empty!

The people of the Purple Flower Tribe are really stupid, they have been deceived for so long, that woman has no special skills at all!

The dance itself has nothing to see for Jun Qianqian, she was raised by the professional dancers in her previous life, looking at these simple movements, except for a trace of simplicity, she really can't see any fame.

But she still looked at the colorful dress and couldn't take her eyes off it.