She looked around, and sure enough, there were many refining materials next to her. She reached out and took it, carefully observing the structural attributes of this piece of Nine Heavens Dark Iron.

After observing it, she called Xiaofeng to the side and let it spew flames to use to refine the weapon.

"Allure, although it is very good for improving the refining skill here, you also have to control it, and you can't be strong."

Dongfang Wuya reminded with a smile beside him.

Feng Qingcheng nodded expressionlessly, then stretched out his hand and threw the Nine Heavens Dark Iron into the stove, Xiao Feng pointed his mouth, and an incomparably hot white flame erupted, and the Nine Heavens Dark Iron melted into red molten iron in just a moment.

Feng Chengcheng continued to hold his breath, absorbing the purple-black afterimages floating in the air around him, and the momentum on Feng Chengcheng's body gradually rose, and the illusion of a giant holding a giant hammer gradually condensed behind him.

I saw her shout angrily, and then waved her arms to draw out the molten iron, and in an instant, it seemed that the entire space was trembling, and the strange aura was surging madly towards Feng Tilt City in all directions.

The cadre Mo Xie takes his body as a sword.

Feng Qingcheng's brain seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, and the giant illusion behind him suddenly turned hideous, his eyes were round with anger, and he opened his mouth wide and roared silently.

But despite being dizzy, Feng Qingcheng's eyes were firmly fixed on the crimson molten iron floating in front of him, and with a light drink, the molten iron gradually changed into the appearance of a sword body.

There was no cloud in the air, and all the purple-black afterimages in this cemetery surged towards the center of the trees, and even blew into a storm, and the black trees blocking the way in front of them silently shattered, and the purple-black afterimages danced in the storm, and the teachings were mixed together and resounded throughout the land.

I don't know how long it took.

Feng Qingcheng is still sitting in front of this stove, feeling at ease, for the refining weapon, the things that have been unable to figure out before have been broken in an instant, and now when he sees a sword, he can even see the structure in it and the refining technique of the refiner, it is really a refining masterpiece.

She let out a long breath, looked at the purple-black sword floating in the air, and slowly stood up.

For this long sword, Feng Qicheng is very satisfied, since he came here, he has practiced more than 460 times, and finally created this perfect long sword.

"Allure, your eyes."

Dongfang Wuya frowned and held Feng Qingcheng's face, staring at her eyes in astonishment.

Feng Qingcheng was puzzled, so he picked up the long sword, and with the sword body shining on his face, he saw a pair of purple-black flames beating impressively.

After this cultivation, Feng Qingcheng's eyes actually changed like this, covered with a faint purple-black, and once he started refining the weapon, he would even jump and turn into a raging flame.

But she touched the surroundings of her eyes with her fingers, and she really didn't feel anything, and then thought that those afterimages were this purple-black, probably the embodiment of absorbing this purple-black afterimage.

Anyway, it didn't get in the way, Feng Qingcheng put down the long sword and said lightly: "It's okay." ”

"Let's go, the three-month agreement is almost here, let the old man of the dead wood know, and make the miserable end of the deceitful man!"

Feng Chengcheng withdrew the purple-black long sword back into his waist and walked ahead of everyone else.

Soon, he returned to the teleportation array, and under the drive of Dongfang Wuyan, the formation lit up again with a purple-blue light, like a bright light in the dark night.

In the blink of an eye, he returned to the upper realm, and Feng Qingcheng seemed to be the master of everything around him, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his heart was surging.

"Let's rest for the night, and it's not too late to leave tomorrow morning."

Feng Chengcheng said with a smile, and then pulled Xiao Feng Wu and Xiao Feng into the house.

In the darkness of the night, she sat cross-legged on the bed, her mind full of the purple-black figure, although it had been fully absorbed into her body, many of its essences had not yet been fully digested.

At this time, she meditated and concentrated, and two faint purple-black flames lit up in the darkness, beating in and out.

The moon sets, and the sun spreads over the earth.

Feng Chengcheng walked out of the house, and then saw Dongfang Wuya and the others also walk out.

"Let's go."

Feng Qicheng stood with his hands in his hands, looking at the desert in the distance with a cruel smile.

Xiao Feng let out a long roar, and when he landed, his body grew again, and Feng Chengcheng pulled Xiao Feng to dance and jumped to Xiao Feng's back, but for a moment, he was already in the clouds, and the whistling sound was endless.

Feng Qingcheng lowered his head and let go of his hand, and felt the general feeling that heaven and earth were used for himself, and his eyes faintly radiated purple-black light.

Soon, Xiao Feng led a group of people to the entrance of the bronze fire fortress in the desert.

As soon as Feng Qicheng's body jumped, he jumped lightly on the ground, and the mud and sand did not sink.

The gap that was knocked out by Dongfang Wuya three months ago had been filled at this time, and it was still the same as before, Feng Qingcheng stepped forward step by step, and the crimson mark on the palm of his right hand also flashed with his breath.

Walking to the center of this formation, a complete mark had already appeared in Feng Qingcheng's palm, and the surroundings also rumbled.

"Come here."

Feng Qingcheng smiled and beckoned to Dongfang Wuya and the others next to her, and when they came to her side, she snorted lightly, and then slapped her palm on the sand, and in an instant, the surroundings fell into endless darkness, and her body actually felt floating. Soon, Feng Qingcheng and the others reached the first layer of the Bronze Fire Fortress.

At this time, the refiners everywhere were still drinking and chatting in the tavern, and they vaguely heard that today was the deadline for the three-month appointment, and they didn't know if the woman would come back.

The corners of Feng Qingcheng's mouth rose slightly, and he shouted, "Dead wood old monster! Come out for me! ”

When he landed, he heard the sound of ping-pong cups and bowls smashing on the ground, and the refiners in the tavern who were gulping down their drinks were greatly startled, and quickly turned to look this way.

Although she was drunk, she also saw clearly that it was the arrogant woman who made a big fuss in the Bronze Fire Fortress and made an agreement with the old monster of the dead wood.

Feng Qingcheng looked at the stunned people, no one dared to speak, and frowned, the old man of the dead wood should be so scared that he hid, right?

At this moment, there was a sudden shouting in the tavern.

"Who, who! How dare you disturb Lao Tzu to drink? ”

Then I saw a drunken man grunting, climbing up from the ground onto a stool, and screaming angrily.

The refiner next to him suddenly changed his face drastically, and he reached out to cover his mouth.

Feng Qingcheng looked fixedly, this person was tall and big, not the old monster of dead wood, so he lowered his face and shouted again: "Where is the old monster of dead wood?!" ”

The voice penetrated through the thirteen floors below, and the crisp voice like the silver bell of the Phoenix City echoed all around.

After two or three more shouts, finally the door opened with a swipe in the large pillar in the middle, and out came a few guides in brown robes.

When they walked in front of them, they clearly saw the complicated expressions on their faces, and said, "Miss Allure, please come with us, the elders are invited, and Mr. Deadwood is also there." ”

Feng Qingcheng's eyebrows were slanted, his eyes were only staring at the eyes of this guide, his lips opened slightly, and he said word by word: "Isn't that old monster of dead wood scared, looking for the copper fire fortress as a backer, and wants to escape?" Well? ”

The guides saw that Feng Chengcheng was about to make a big fuss about the entire Copper Fire Fortress if there was a slight mistake, and then saw that Dongfang Wuya and the others behind her were also sneering, and even more cold sweat flowed down on their faces, bent down, and said respectfully: "Miss Allure, the grudge between you and Mr. Deadwood, the Copper Fire Fortress will never favor either side, please believe us." ”

Feng Qingcheng snorted coldly, turned back to Dongfang Wuya and the others and said, "That old man with dead wood is afraid of death, so he is hiding, let's go find him." ”

I saw Dongfang Wuya nodding, Xiao Feng Wu was excited and waving her pink fist, Xiao Feng was standing on Xiao Feng Wu's shoulder, her eyes sweeping sharply in all directions.

So, Feng Chengcheng followed this guide into the big column, and in just a moment, he walked out of the column and came to the seventh layer of the Bronze Fire Fortress.

The number of people here was obviously much smaller than the six floors above, but there was still a lot of shouting and cheering in the tavern, and following the footsteps of the guide, Feng Chengcheng walked into a huge room.

This room is naturally also cultivated by the refining method, and after absorbing the afterimage of the nameless refining powerhouse, I will see this refining method again.

When he landed, Feng Chengcheng was touched, pounded and beaten, quenched again and again, and the original refining process of this house passed through Feng Chengcheng's mind like a movie.