A strong aroma of wine came, and Ying Xiang turned around to find that the patriarch's grandfather had already opened the mud seal of a large jar of wine, and took out two large wine bowls, which seemed to be ready to be drunk.

Although Ying Xiang has been preparing to make weapons with all his might in the past few days, Ying Xiang has heard the news from the clan, and he also knows that the clansmen have been in a bad situation recently.

The main reason is that the friction with the gray werewolf clan is intensifying, and there are many big fights, and there are casualties on both sides. The Pig Clan is very honest, there are no abnormal movements, and there is no intention to help the Gray Werewolf Clan.

The lack of action from the Pig Clans can be considered good news, but it is also possible that they are waiting and watching, ready to fall into the well, and cannot let their guard down on them.

However, according to the greedy and cautious character of the pig people, unless the werewolf clan has the upper hand and the eagle people lose, they will not really make a move.

It is their criterion to only take advantage and not to suffer, and they will not rush to join when the situation is unclear and use them as guns for the werewolf clan.

Knowing that some of the clansmen were seriously injured, the patriarch's grandfather was naturally unhappy and wanted to use wine to drown his sorrows and forget his troubles.

He prepared a very strong burning knife, and poured two large bowls of the sea to the brim, and the clear wine looked like white water, but the smell of the wine could be smelled from afar.

Ying Xiang tried to take a sip, wow, it was so spicy! Only then did Ying Xiang understand the true meaning of the name Burning Knife, drinking this wine is like someone holding a red-hot knife and stabbing it into your body.

The smell of wine is strong and pungent, and it tastes very choking, this kind of liquor is drunk by real men, and it is still a bit too fierce for a half-grown child like Yingxiang, and Yingxiang almost choked on tears.

But how can you admit it at this time? Ying Xiang endured the discomfort and drank the wine in the bowl, and sensibly accompanied Liang Changying to drink bowl after bowl.

The smell of alcohol is very choking, frankly speaking, the taste is not good, and the atmosphere is not right, not the atmosphere of drinking, and the two who have always been very lively are very silent.

"Ah Xiang, isn't grandpa useless?" Liang Changying said suddenly, his thin big hand unconsciously grasping the edge of the bowl.

"How could it be? If grandpa is useless, then wouldn't I even be as good as a waste? Patriarch grandpa, you have a special identity, so you can't make a move easily, otherwise you will definitely beat the werewolf clan crying dad and calling mother. Eagle Xiang gave a thumbs up.

"Oh, I'm so powerful in your heart?" Liang Changying said curiously.

"Of course, who doesn't know that you are the number one master in our clan. Eagle Xiang said.

"Haha, the first master, I, the first master, have a lot of water, and there are too many dark injuries on my body, which may not be as good as other peers. I'm worried that one day I'll fail everyone's expectations and won't be able to protect them. Liang Changying shook his head helplessly, very disappointed in himself.

"The injuries on your body are also suffered to protect your clansmen, and the gray-level powerhouses of other clans should also be in this situation, so you don't have to worry too much. Ying Xiang persuaded.

"Don't say it, when you say it, your heart won't be happy, drink, drink. Liang Changying said with a wine bowl.

After three rounds of drinking, Ying Xiang made his own request and said, "Patriarch Grandpa, I ...... I'd like to ask you to help. ”

Liang Changying said with a smile: "If you don't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, you know that you little cub is not so kind and takes the initiative to send me meat to eat." ”

Ying Xiang didn't beat around the bush, took out the hate iron ore and spread out the drawings and explained the situation in detail to the patriarch grandfather, so that the patriarch grandfather could understand clearly.

In the Qi cultivation stage, there is true qi both inside and outside the body, but once the cultivation reaches the gray level, the true qi in the body will become a liquid true qi, but after the true yuan leaves the body, it will still become a gaseous true qi.

Although both the gray scale and the qi practice stage manifest as true qi outside the body, it is easy to distinguish from the color. The external true qi of the gray level is gray, and the qi training stage is cyan.

Gray-level powerhouses have a very magical ability, that is, the true qi that the true yuan turns into after leaving the body can be transformed into true fire.

True fire is the condensation of cultivation, and the temperature is much higher than that of ordinary fire. But True Fire can't break through the barrier of True Qi, so it's not of much use to the enemy. Because cultivators have a layer of protective true qi on their bodies, no matter how powerful the true fire is, it is useless to break through the protective true qi.

The true fire of the Grayscale powerhouses can be freely manipulated, and refining and casting metal is a piece of cake for them. Ying Xiang also heard the patriarch's grandfather mention it during the last night talk, and he didn't pay attention to it at the time, but when he got the hatred iron ore, he remembered it.

The patriarch grandfather closed his eyes, and the true yuan in his body suddenly came with a strong smell of wine. Now that he is discussing business, Liang Changying forced the wine in his body to stay sober in case he made a mistake.

Yingxiang didn't drink much, and when he drank with the patriarch's grandfather, the general patriarch's grandfather drank a bowl and he drank half a bowl. Originally, he had a good amount of alcohol, and besides, he didn't need to refine metal, so he didn't need to force out the drink.

The patriarch grandfather is in a different situation, he must remain absolutely sober. The control of the real fire needs to be very focused, otherwise it is easy to get the heat wrong and lead to the scrapping of raw materials.

Hate iron ore is quite precious, once destroyed, there is no second piece, so the patriarch grandfather is very cautious.

Seeing that the patriarch's grandfather was serious and extremely serious, Ying Xiang knew that he had agreed to his request, and Ying Xiang immediately explained the drawings in detail.

Liang Changying asked a few questions if he didn't understand, Yingxiang answered in detail, and finally Liang Changying nodded and said that he understood everything.

Liang Changying stroked the hatred iron ore, and gradually the gray true qi in his hand rose, and the hatred iron ore was slowly held up by the gray true qi and suspended in midair.

The Iron Ore suddenly shook slightly, and then the true qi rising near it turned into clusters of gray flames. Although the gray flame was not large and burned slowly, Eagle Xiang was a little closer to feel its intense heat.

It's amazing, is this the real fire? Eagle Xiang's clear green eyes stared unblinkingly, very interested in the gray flame.

Large drops of liquid gradually flowed down the iron ore, and these liquids turned gray with a dazzling metallic luster. The droplets gathered more and more, but they never completely dripped and gathered together, accumulating into a mass suspended on top of the gray true qi.

It seems that the real fire is really unusual, hating iron ore is difficult to refine, but under the real fire, it becomes very easy. Ying Xiang was overjoyed, and it was obvious that the refined hatred iron was very pure, without any impurities.

Liang Changying put aside the hate iron ore first, and concentrated on the liquid hate iron in his hand. The true fire disappeared a few times, and now it didn't need to be too high, and then the liquid hatred iron was gradually elongated and shaped under the control of the patriarch's grandfather's true qi.

Ying Xiang hurriedly took the drawings and stared at the liquid hate iron in the air to command: "Stretch it a little longer, and the head is sharper......"

It took nearly half a column of incense time for the first arrow to fully take shape, and Liang Changying removed the real fire and waited for it to cool down slowly. Finally, Liang Changying completely withdrew his true qi, and with a crisp sound, the arrow fell to the ground.

"Next!" Liang Changying said loudly, this method of using true fire requires true yuan and spiritual power, so the faster the better.

As time passed, fine beads of sweat had appeared on Liang Changying's forehead, and at this time, the seven arrows had been completely done.

Liang Changying frowned and said, "The remaining hatred iron is no longer enough to make another arrow." At this time, the hate iron ore suspended in mid-air was only the size of a fist, and the gray color was very light, completely losing its previous shining appearance and becoming ordinary.

"Let's refine the hate iron first, and see how much is left to do with it. Ying Xiang discussed.

The liquid hate iron refined this time was only the size of a finger, which was really too little. Ying Xiang was a little worried, not knowing what to do with so little hatred.

The original ore was also shattered all at once, and Liang Changying wrapped the ore with true qi to prevent it from splashing around.

"It's good to make a finger guard, the kind that archers often wear. Liang Changying proposed. Archers usually wear finger guards on their thumbs and forefingers to prevent the bowstring from breaking their fingers, and Liang Changying's proposal is very practical.

"It's good to be a finger guard for your index finger. Eagle Xiang said.

Gray flames rose up, a ring gradually took shape, and Eagle Xiang stared at the dangling ring without blinking.

"A little more detailed. Eagle Xiang reminded softly, and he looked down at his fingers.

There was a soft clang, and the fingerguard fell to the ground.

Ying Xiang picked up the seven arrows and finger guards on the ground one by one, and put them away like a treasure, Ying Xiang excitedly thanked the patriarch and prepared to go back to make arrow shafts.

"By the way, Grandpa Patriarch, can you give me some feathers?" Ying Xiang suddenly thought about it and said.

"You kid, you really owe you in your last life for calculating me to death. The patriarch shook his head and laughed.

Liang Changying took out a wooden box from under the bed, and there were hundreds of feathers in the box. The Eagle people have always cherished feathers, and even if they fall off, they are reluctant to throw them away, and they always put them away carefully.

Ying Xiang picked out seven black and shiny feathers and happily prepared to return to his cabin.

"Wait, don't rush to go. The patriarch spoke.

"Anything else?" said Yingxiang wondered.

"Hehe, after all, I have a lot of credit for your bow and arrow, remember to call me when you try the bow. Grandpa the patriarch said, he was looking forward to the power of the weapon that had been made with such great effort.

"Okay!" Eagle Xiang agreed happily.

Eagle returned to his hut, put away the seven arrows and finger guards, and began the final touches.

Holding the dagger, Ying Xiang sharpened the shaft of the arrow under the lamp, Eagle Xiang looked focused, and soon the shaft of the arrow made of ironwood was cured, and all the work of making the bow and arrow after pressing the arrow feather was over.

By the way, there's a thumbs-up ring missing. Ying Xiang looked down at the gray ring on his index finger, and the more he looked at it, the more he liked it.

There were still some materials left in the bones of the dragon-winged bluebird, which were more than enough to make a ring, and Ying Xiang took the knife and carefully carved the finger guard, which would soon be completed.

Bang Bang Bang. There was a knock on the door, and Ying Xiang reluctantly put down the work in his hand and ran to open the door, who would disturb himself at such a critical moment?

If it was Liang Yue or Liang Dali who opened the door, Yingxiang decided to "learn" from them and beat them up.

"Xiaomei, why are you?" Ying Xiang pulled away and saw Liang Xiaomei in a fiery red dress, looking at herself with big watery eyes, standing at the door prettyly.