Wen Mingming's eyes were firmly fixed on the fine iron in the forging furnace, which was nothing more ordinary in Wen Fan's eyes.

In Wen Fan's view, the most important thing in forging weapons is the raw material, that is, the fineness of the metal, and the better the metal, the more likely it is to forge a higher-level weapon.

However, fine iron is the most common metal, and in Wen Fan's memory, only the soldiers of the imperial army in the Qiankun Continent would use this metal to make weapons.

Generally speaking, weapons made of fine iron are of the highest rank, that is, high-quality weapons.

But it doesn't matter, Wen Fan just wants to see Wen Ming's forging process.

Each master smith has his own unique way of forging weapons, and he has his own experience in forging weapons.

The iron in the forging furnace was burned red, and Wen Wenming clamped the iron onto the forging table with iron tongs, and then picked up the forging hammer to beat the iron.

But just this simple step already shows the level of forging of Ming Ming!

Because civilization is clearly holding a forging hammer in each hand!

Two identical forging hammers flew up and down in Wen Mingming's hands, and the fine iron was constantly changing shapes.

Wen Fan couldn't help but admire Wen Ming's proficiency in forging, although it was two forging hammers, but this did not affect Wen Ming's position in controlling the fine iron.

Whew――

The temperature of the fine iron gradually dropped, and Wen Ming hit the water spray switch on the amethyst stone wall in a hurry, and the cold lake water rushed on the fine iron to quickly reduce the temperature of the fine iron, and after this forging, the impurities of the fine iron were removed a lot.

This simple quenching process has been carried out countless times, but after seeing Wen Ming's technique, Wen Fan has to admire, no wonder it is said that the Northwest Continent is proficient in forging, and it is true!

Wen Mingming's body was red from the fire, fine beads of sweat were on his forehead, and the fine iron became purer under his forging hammer, but this was far from enough!

The so-called forging is the combination of forging and manufacturing, and the process of forging is quite boring and boring, and the same thing is repeated countless times!

Under normal circumstances, such a piece of fine iron would have to be quenched repeatedly and tempered dozens of times to create a decent weapon.

And the piece of fine iron in front of Wen Wenming was forged by him from the size of a basin until it was only the size of a fist!

After hundreds of quenching, the impurities of this piece of refined iron have been completely removed, and now this piece of refined iron no longer looks like a piece of refined iron!

Because of the elimination of impurities, the hardness of fine iron has also reached the extreme, and such hardness is not suitable for forging weapons.

Therefore, Wen Ming began to anneal this piece of fine iron again, and the annealing also required the refined iron to be heated to a very high temperature in a forging furnace, and then naturally cooled.

This process happens to reduce the hardness of the refined iron and improve the toughness of the refined iron.

Wen Ming looked at this piece of fine iron with great concentration, as if it were a rare piece of metal.

"Wen Wenming, your forging skills are amazing, although I am also a forging master, but it is really not worth mentioning compared to you!" Wen Fan said sincerely.

Taking advantage of the fact that the fine iron was cooling down in the forging furnace, Wen Wenming poured himself a cup of tea and enjoyed it slowly.

Wen Wenming just smiled indifferently at Wen Fan's praise and said: "This is just the most basic technique of forging, there is nothing to marvel at." ”

Wen Fan only thought that this was a civilized and humble and asked, "Why don't you use so many better metals here, but choose the most ordinary piece of fine iron?"

Wen Wenming put down the teacup in his hand and glanced at Wen Fan, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"In my opinion, there is no good or bad metal, no matter how good the metal is, there is no good forging process, it is also a piece of scrap iron, and a piece of scrap iron can also bloom dazzling after being tempered!"

Wen Mingming's remarks were very ridiculous in Wen Fan's opinion, whether it was the Qiankun Continent or the Divine Realm, all the forging masters were looking for better metals, because good metals could make it easier for forgers to create miracles.

However, a piece of scrap iron cannot be made into an artifact under any circumstances, and this is common knowledge that almost all blacksmiths know.

However, Wen Ming's forging technique is indeed superb, so Wen Fan did not refute it.

"Well, then I'm curious to see what kind of weapon you can craft out of this piece of fine iron, so go ahead. ”

Wen Wenming glanced at Wen Fan with deep meaning, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he already knew that Wen Fan didn't believe his words.

"Xiao Fan, although I am not the strongest among the forgers, I think today I will show you what the real forging is!"

Wen Fan shrugged his shoulders and smiled disapprovingly, maybe Wen Ming would be able to use this piece of fine iron to create a high-quality full-rank weapon? That would be a miracle.

Wen Wenming once again focused on the piece of fine iron, took out the fine iron from the forge and looked at it carefully, and then struck it with a small forging hammer for a while, and the sound of tinkling bells came out, Wen Ming's face showed a satisfied smile, and he casually threw the fine iron into the forge furnace again.

This time, after the fine iron was burned red, the process of shaping the shape of the weapon began, and the small forging hammer in Wen Mingming's hand hit the fine iron quickly, and the sparks that hit him were splashed on his arm.

This forging process is more complex than before, with quenching, annealing, and tempering procedures going through the process of shaping the weapon at the same time.

At first, Wen Fan sat on the side leisurely smoking a cigarette pouch and drinking tea, but in the back, Wen Fan was gradually attracted by Wen Ming's forging techniques, and even walked to the forging table to watch it up close.

The fist-sized piece of fine iron gradually turned into a small dagger under Wen Ming's forging hammer, a small dagger only five inches long and two fingers wide.

This small dagger is like a life under the careful forging of Wen Mingming, there is no brilliance on the surface, but it bursts out with a terrifying murderous aura!

And that's just a semi-finished product without the end of the forging!

Wen Fan didn't know the difficulty of creating such a knife, it was also forging, and the smaller the forging, the more difficult it was!

Is this really made of that piece of fine iron? Wen Fan was even a little suspicious that Wen Wen had replaced that piece of fine iron in the light and cover, but this was just Wen Fan's comfort to himself.

The sound of the hammer striking became slower and slower, and in the end, Wen Ming had to pick up the dagger and look at it for a while every time he struck on it.

Just from the shape of this dagger, Wen Sanskrit has already sighed to himself, although it is small enough to hide in the sleeve, but this dagger is delicate and suffocating!

The curvature of this double-edged dagger from the handle to the tip of the knife looks full and not bloated, and there is a lifelike tiger head on each side of the end of the blade, and the dagger sticks out like a tiger's fangs!

If you wrap the handle of this dagger hand with the finest leather, then it will be a treasure that will make people's hearts flutter!

Wen Ming quenched the dagger one last time, and this time he didn't use the lake water to cool the blade, but threw the dagger into a basin full of liquid next to the forge table.

A choking smell permeated, Wen Fan covered his nose and frowned, what is this?

Neither blood nor animal urine, nor oil or other common quenching purposes, what is this doing?

The gas in the air gradually dissipated, and Wen Wenming carefully took out the dagger from the basin and wiped it dry with a cloth, and the jet-black dagger was not reflected at all under the light refracted by the lake.

Wen Wenming raised his head slightly and raised the dagger, and it could be seen from his confident expression that he was still very satisfied with the dagger.

However, this dagger has not yet been finalized, and the scene that Wen Fan is most looking forward to is now, that is, the time to identify the rank of this weapon.

Wen Mingming's expression also became solemn, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand clamped the dagger, and a bright power condensed on his fingers.

This bright power quickly transformed into a bright fire on Wen Ming's fingers, and as the two fingers slashed across the dagger's blade, the dagger let out a loud buzz from low to high!

Zheng――

It's like the roar of a tiger coming down the mountain, and it seems to be a thunderclap in your ears!

Wen Fan's eyes couldn't help but close under a dazzling light, and when he opened his eyes again, Wen Wenming was holding a dagger and watching carefully, with a meticulous look of concentration.

When Wen Fan's gaze rested on the dagger, he froze.

Ninth-Order Artifact!

It's nothing short of a miracle!

Wen Fan didn't think that a piece of fine iron could make any good weapons, but Wen Wenming proved everything with practical actions.

"Wen Ming, you ......" Wen Fan's breathing was about to stop.

Wen Wenming casually threw the dagger on the table, and the frenzy in his eyes disappeared in an instant, just like a child throwing away a toy that he was tired of playing.

"It's a bit of a hand, it's just a ninth-order artifact, my normal level should be the tenth order, and my limit is the eleventh order. ”

Wen Fan swallowed his saliva with a grunt, this is also called hand life?

Casually creating a weapon is a ninth-order artifact, which is too godly!

Wen Fan picked up the dagger from the table, and there was a heavy feeling in his hand, and there was a faint trace of bloodthirsty aura on the jet-black blade, it was definitely a perfect artifact!

It is a spiritual artifact! That is to say, if this dagger is nourished by blood, it will grow into a full-level artifact in hundreds of thousands or even tens of thousands of years!

Wen Wenming patted the ash on his body and walked to the bed in the corner of the wall and fell crookedly, staring blankly at the front with his eyes, as if the forging process just now had not happened.

Wen Fanhui was in a frenzy, found a nitrated leather wire next to the forging table, and then thinly wound the handle of the dagger.

Even if such a complete artifact is completed, Wen Fan couldn't let go of the dagger, and asked Wen Wenming with great interest: "Wen Wenming, what is the name of this weapon?"

To be continued