Blacksmiths, boatmen, and tofu grinders, the three most bitter professions in the world, have gradually disappeared or become a noble profession with the advancement of technology, such as the captain of a luxury cruise ship. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Actually, that is, a boatman. But you must not say that he is bitter.

At this time, I went into battle in a vacuum, wearing a fiery red firefighting suit. He wears a large helmet on his head and looks fully armed. And inside, clean and slippery, so that it will not be so hot.

Under the plane tree, a large iron-making furnace has been erected, and below, it is full of thousand-year-old rosewood that has been split into thin strips and worth 10,000 gold, and the ground is full of messy wires and dozens of chainsaws, neatly arranged in the corners of the wall.

The small table under the plane tree had been removed and replaced by a heavy cast-iron cutting board, on which were placed two bronze hammers as large as a watermelon and as small as a spindle.

In the corner of the wall, there is a small freezer-like thing, which is snorting and biting cold at this time, and it is far away, which makes people feel that it is cold and scary.

The "Extreme Freezer" is also a product carefully developed by the Chinese Academy of Sciences, and this, through a special power supply, creates an "absolute zero" space, in which the Arctic cold spring water is preserved.

A layer of faint golden light shrouded this small courtyard, and I endured the pain on the tip of my tongue at any cost, spurted the blood of the essence, and once again created one, which was mainly sealed, and the four-grade evil talisman was made.

The purple lightning that came out to make trouble again just made me, fully armed, just paralyzed by a shock, it seems that equipment is very important.

The golden light of this layer of talismans can not only prevent all kinds of sounds from spreading in the courtyard, but also create a space that is limited in time, but is absolutely enclosed. During the refining process, there is no room to disturb, if I mess up, I don't have a place to get a second such perfect "extraterrestrial treasure", then I can't regret it.

When everything was ready, I slowly exhaled a cloudy breath. On the thickened tempered glass mask in front of the helmet, a water stain is formed.

As soon as the right hand pressed the chainsaw switch, it was deafening, and the sound of breaking gongs rang out, which was an indescribable, unbearable harsh sound. Hearing me, frowning, furrowed tightly.

The whole body, the true qi of warding off evil spirits, surging with golden light, this state of protection, does not consume much true qi. I held the handle of the most powerful chainsaw in my left hand, and with my right hand, I pressed the switch, slowly, slowly, towards the peridot meteorite that shimmered in the night, and leaned in.

After the two came into contact, a sound was a hundred times more piercing than a thunderbolt. Damn, this job can't be done by anyone else except me.

A huge amount of sparks, spraying everywhere.

It was in the midst of this loud noise and sparks that I began the work of "peeling". Peridot meteorite, suspended from a hollow stand, is like a tenacious pig, withstanding the careful cutting of a chainsaw.

With a snap, the chainsaw broke off in response. Only the gem-like particles on the surface of the peridot meteorite meteorite were removed by me. This thing is full of treasures, and there is no room for waste.

Chainsaws with broken saw blades are thrown around the corners.

I picked up the second chainsaw with a blank face, didn't bother to change the saw blade, and directly replaced it with a new one. Flipping the switch, the second chainsaw, and there was a loud and disgusting noise.

It took more than two hours to sawn off the large and small crystal particles of the epidermis intact and carefully put them into the newly bought large suitcase. Fang Cai breathed a sigh of relief. These things, after simple polishing, are also rare good things.

Looking at the broken powder on the ground, I moved a little, and the long concentration of the chainsaw caused the stiffness of my limbs, and I had to slow down the pace and slow down the body and tense nerves.

The next work is relatively easy, no need to be too much news, as long as it doesn't hurt the meteorite core.

Looking at the second chainsaw, which was obviously useless, I sighed, wiped the broken powder from the tempered glass of my helmet, picked up the third chainsaw, flipped the switch, and rushed forward.

Peeled off this piece, it looked a little desolate, mottled meteoric iron, and cut it viciously. . .

Chainsaws, scrapped, one after another, and on the ground covered with smooth asbestos cloth, fragments of meteorite iron gradually increased.

The wreckage of the chainsaw in the corner of the wall has been piled up, and the work is not yet over.

Sweating profusely, I still gritted my teeth and continued to cut at the little peridot meteorite that was left. However, his movements became more and more cautious, and his expression became more and more solemn.

When, the huge piece of iron, only the size of a fist, the blue-black iron sheet, revealing a touch of crimson, I just stopped and threw the chainsaw in my hand into the pile of chainsaws in the corner.

The pile of chainsaws, with an overwhelming creaking sound, collapsed in the corner.

I looked, drained chainsaw, and sat on the ground.

With such a "sharp weapon" in my hand, it took me a full four hours just to "peel" and "cut", which is really a "hard" guy who makes people collapse.

I stared at the crimson of fist-sized blue-black iron on the stand, and my heart was full of excitement.

Sure enough, there is a Starfall Heart!

With this red thing, it is equivalent to that this piece of meteorite iron has a soul, and at the same time, it is also the location of this huge meteorite iron, the core essence, without it, the power of the weapon will be greatly reduced.

took off the heavy helmet, drank a sip of tap water, moistened his fire-like throat, and muttered a few words, Ruolan, this name full of warmth, settled down, took a few breaths hard, and the dusty "fresh" air. Then, he threw the helmet aside, took out a piece of sandpaper, and began to polish it patiently and meticulously.

Little by little, gently rubbing the fist-sized last piece of iron.

A ball of crimson flesh and a faint pink glow gradually appeared in front of me.

My breathing began to rapid, and I had to recompose and stabilize my hands, as if I were wiping a peerless treasure, gently and slowly.

Iron powder, which has a very high iron content, is accompanied by coarse sandpaper, and gently swims, strokes, and tumbles down. Finally, when the day is almost dawn, the grinding work is over!

Reaching out and grasping the crimson, glowing ball, I lifted it up with a strained arm.

It was so heavy that I almost missed and fell to the ground. I hurriedly held this small, but dozens of pounds gorgeous ball in the palm of my hand.

was shocked and broke out in a cold sweat. Even though, I know that this starfall core is not so fragile, and it can even be said that it is the hardest part of the entire cloud iron, but I can't let it slide to the ground. Isn't that a desecration of treasures?

I don't care about looking closely, there are still some things I need to do before dawn. Place the pink ball in a bronze box that has been prepared for a long time.

Then, with great difficulty, he lifted the iron, which had been cut very evenly from the ground, and threw it into the huge furnace.

Finally, these iron blocks with a total weight of more than 3,000 catties were all stuffed into the furnace.

I gasped for a while, the misty morning light, the chirping of birds, and the cool morning breeze, my tired waist couldn't straighten up.

It's been a busy night!

Looking at the thick layer of shredded powder on the asbestos cloth, I sighed, sighed, and muttered, "Don't waste anything!" Bend down and carefully roll up the four corners of the asbestos cloth, and pour the heavy iron powder and stone powder into the furnace.

After patting my dusty hands, I turned my eyes to some of the scattered dust around me, turned around, picked up a broom, and patiently and carefully "cleaned" the yard.

It wasn't until I was convinced that there was no powder left behind in the smooth yard that I breathed a sigh of relief. He poured all the fallen leaves, but all of this sparse powder, into the belly of the furnace.

With his right hand, a little golden light came out of his sword fingers, flying towards the large pile of thousand-year-old rosewood in the lower part of the furnace.

With a bang, the dry wood and rosewood began to burn.

The lower part of the furnace gradually turns red.

The air is filled with the faint aroma of burning rosewood and the intoxicating floral scent of violets.

Next, it is a day of small fire, scorching, washing the olivine meteorite, countless years of accumulated anger!

I, on the other hand, walked with some heavy steps into the room.

After a busy night's work, I was tired and hungry and just wanted to sleep.

The method of warding off evil spirits is not omnipotent, my physical fitness may be a little stronger than ordinary people, but I will be tired, injured, bleed, roasted by fire, and electrocuted, and I will end miserably!

In the haze, he couldn't wash away the exhaustion of his body, fell down on the bed, and fell asleep.

The Heavenly Master has no dreams!