"Wenchuan, your grandson, is really wicked. If Wu Qiujun saw such a scene, he was afraid that he would vomit blood and die? Sun Daobai looked at Wan Dong, his eyes were full of admiration, and the words he said made no secret of his admiration for Wan Dong.

"Go! Don't make any noise, I want to think about it......" Xu Wenchuan waved his hand at Sun Daobai, and then frowned, falling into deep thought.

Sun Daobai smiled at Wan Dong and said softly: "It seems that your grandfather's cultivation is about to break through again." ”

Xu Wenchuan's realm has been sluggish for many years and cannot break through, and Sun Daobai is completely aware of the distress in his heart, and he is secretly anxious for him. At this time, seeing Xu Wenchuan breaking through again and again, he was no less happy than Xu Wenchuan himself.

Wan Dong smiled and nodded. If this "Riding the Wind Jue" and "Cloud Breaking Strategy" are separated, they can only be regarded as superior martial arts, but if they are combined and interconnected, they will become superior martial arts. With its breakthrough, it is not difficult to reach the tenth level of true qi, and it is not impossible to even condense the true qi into Dao qi and change from martial arts.

Sun Daobai also had to enter the palace to treat the emperor, and soon left to leave. Seeing that Xu Wenchuan was still thinking hard, Wan Dong simply came to the Xu family's treasury and took out more than a dozen pieces of blood steel from the warehouse.

Since he knew the sword-forging technique from the memory of the Xuantian Great Mingshen, there was no reason not to try it.

A flame that emitted a pale golden brilliance, slowly covering a piece of blood steel, like a scorching flame, baking a candle, and soon, it gradually melted, turning into a drop of blood-red liquid like candle tears, floating in the air, but it did not fall, jumping up and down with the fire of Dao Qi.

"It turns out that blood steel can really be melted!"

Wan Dong's heart suddenly perked up, and his expression was overjoyed.

In Wan Dong's cognition, the shape of blood steel is constant, and no force in the world can change it, at least not so far. When swordsmiths use it to forge swords, they can only use fire to bring out the essence of heaven and earth within it, but they cannot melt it. When the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi contained in it is consumed, the blood steel will fade away from the blood color and turn into a white and gray color, but it is still as hard as ever, the sword is difficult to break, and it will always maintain its original shape. And even the shape of the blood steel can't be changed, so how can it be used to forge a sword?

Those divine weapons containing blood steel in the world are just condensing the essence of heaven and earth that escapes from blood steel, but they are not really fused with blood steel. And a sword made purely of blood steel, people can't even think of it.

After the entire piece of blood steel tile was melted into blood-colored molten steel, Wan Dong couldn't help but take a long breath, concentrate, and control the fire of Dao Qi with his mind, causing the blood-colored molten steel to slowly condense into the shape of a short sword.

There is no way, there is only one piece of blood steel, and the blood-colored molten steel melted out is too little, not enough to condense into a long sword, even if it is a short sword, it is only slightly longer than an ordinary dagger.

Seeing that the blood was about to condense into the shape he wanted according to Wan Dong's thoughts, suddenly, there was a sharp pain in Wan Dong's chest and abdomen, which made him cry out and fall to the ground heavily.

The Dao Qi Fire was instantly disillusioned, and the 'Blood Steel Short Sword', which had already succeeded halfway, immediately lost control and fell to the ground, and soon re-condensed into pieces of blood steel of different sizes.

Looking at all this, Wan Dong's heart was full of helplessness, the amount of Dao Qi in his body was still too small, and it was not enough to support him to forge a divine weapon made purely of blood steel, even if it was just a short sword.

Helpless and helpless, Wan Dong is not in a hurry, Dao Qi needs to be accumulated slowly, one day, he can cast success, and Wan Dong has already understood the truth that he will not reach it if he wants to hurry.

Cross-kneeling to recover some of his qi, Wan Dong began to have another idea, since it is difficult to use blood steel to cast divine weapons, with his skills, what about those ordinary materials?

According to the description of swordsmithing, the process of forging a sword is a process of doing your best to continuously remove impurities. The less impurities remain in the material from which the sword is made, the tougher and sharper the sword will be, and the higher the grade.

In other words, if you use the fire of Dao Qi to temper those ordinary material long swords, will you also create a first-class divine weapon?

Wan Dong immediately found more than ten ordinary long swords, which could only be regarded as sharp, but they had absolutely nothing to do with swords and divine soldiers. Outside, on the streets, there are sold everywhere, and ten taels of gold can buy a bunch of them.

If Wan Dong used the fire of Dao Qi to deal with blood steel, it was like a flame baking a candle, then these ordinary long swords, in front of the fire of Dao Qi, were like silk cloth thrown into the fire, and only one of them could not breathe, and they turned into molten iron.

The molten iron melted by ordinary swords is red and black, not like blood steel, showing an extremely pure blood color. There is no doubt that this black one is the impurity contained in the long sword. Wan Dong's Dao Qi fire immediately rolled over, and in a moment, the black part turned into wisps of white qi and dissipated without a trace.

After the black part was refined by Wan Dong's Dao Qi Fire, Wan Dong did not stop there, and the Dao Qi Fire still kept licking the fiery red molten iron, and there was still a trace of white gas, which kept coming out of it.

In this way, Wan Dong repeated for a long time, until the remaining molten iron turned from red, to fiery red, and then to red, until the most red like blood, and there was no trace of white gas coming out, Wan Dong stopped, and then drove the molten iron with his mind, condensed into the shape of a dagger.

There is no way, this long sword, which was originally more than three feet long, was tempered by Wan Dong and removed impurities, more than two-thirds of it was refined, and the rest. At best, it can only build a dagger.

After the dagger shape was completely condensed, Wan Dong controlled the fire of Dao Qi with his left hand, and at the same time silently recited the mantra recorded in the sword-forging technique in his heart, and his right hand suddenly shot out a cold qi, which quickly covered the dagger. Listening to a snorting sound, the original blood-red molten iron quickly cooled down and solidified, and the blood-red color receded like a tide.

In order to improve the quality of the sword, the swordsmith has extremely high requirements for the water used for quenching. However, no matter how good the water is, it is impossible to be free of impurities. In the process of quenching the sword, the sword is always affected by a small or large influence.

But the sword-casting technique of the Xuantian Great Ming God is much more sophisticated. Not only can it condense the fire of Dao Qi to forge a sword, but it can also use Dao Qi to condense into a cold Qi to quench the sword. Participate in the whole process, never use a drop of water, which is undoubtedly a strong guarantee for the quality of the sword.

[Author's digression]: Chapter 16!

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