The two of them walked to the street, they had been in the mountains for too long before, and in the eyes of the two, everything seemed so fresh!

Feng Cheng touched the storage bracelet, when he left the Purple Star Pavilion before, the Baoding Palace, who was in charge of finance, gave him 20 gold coins, thinking that the journey would be difficult, and eating might be a problem. But suddenly there were more than 1,700 gold coins. A warm current of relief in my heart spread to my whole body.

After a battle with the Black Rock King Snake, thanks to the help of the Golden Eagle, this is also the instinctive reaction of the Golden Eagle, the hunt for natural enemies has always been in its bones, like a cat hunting mice forever! It's not that the two of them will die there!

"Senior brother, would you like to rebuild our sword," Feng Cheng asked.

"That's what I thought too."

The two hit it off. As you walk down the road, you start looking for a shop to craft weapons.

"Uncle, where is there a place to build weapons?" Fengxing asked a passerby.

"Go straight ahead and turn left, and you see a place where the smoke comes from the chimney, and that's it."

"Thank you," Fengxing replied.

The two of them then walked in the direction designated by the uncle, and the two walked briskly.

Turning, a wall built of stones, brown tiles, there are bucket arches on the ridge, this is also the traditional building of Huashengguo, the ground is also paved with bluestone roads, occasionally small grass grows out of the stone cracks, a little green, walking on it does not feel boring. But the stone has a splendour. People who have been walking here for many years.

The traces left by the years, the rough surface has become this state, countless predecessors and descendants have walked by, and the soles have smoothed his edges and corners!

As I walked like this, I looked up and saw that there were puffs of green smoke rising from top to bottom on the chimney.

This should be almost at the blacksmith's house.

The two of them couldn't help but speed up their pace and walked there!

The sound of clanging iron sounded in my ears, and the characteristic sound of a blacksmith's horn was heard.

"Hey... Hey... Hey, hey......"

Between the push and pull of the bellows, the wood only saw rubbing, the air in the bellows vibrating, and the sound of rubbing came!

Walking to the door, Feng Cheng took a step forward and pushed the door open with both hands.

With a creak, the door opened.

Looking inside, several big men were shirtless, with a towel hanging around their necks, and everyone's dense sweat was flowing on their faces!

You keep beating the fiery iron again!

A person walked out of the face, with big shoulders and a round waist.

"What needs to be built," the blacksmith asked.

Feng Cheng reached into the storage bracelet and pulled out a sword that shimmered with cold light.

Dahan took it and glanced at it.

"May I ask my little brother, how to make this sword!" asked the master blacksmith.

"Wait a minute!" Feng Cheng said politely.

Feng Cheng took out a scale and handed it to the blacksmith.

The blacksmith took the scales, and the near-white flames shone on the scales, and streams of light overflowed. Mirrors are generally reflected on the wall, looking at the mottled spots of light. It seems that there is also a lot of Yuan Force flowing in it.

The blacksmith standing next to him couldn't help but cast his gaze.

"Oh, it's a little glaring." A master said. It was also a look of surprise on his face, smacking his tongue, and being amazed!

"If I'm not mistaken, this should be the scales of the Black Rock King Snake, which is a rare treasure in this town, young man, you have the ability, not a local, right? We don't have the ability to subdue the big snake that has cultivated to a high level, every year we have an accident here, especially children, dragged into the bottom of the water by the big snake, and even you can't find a bone after eating, the adults are also watching, no one dares to save, no one has that ability, the anxious adults are also crying, you come here to be regarded as a harm for us!"

Feng Cheng smiled implicitly at the blacksmith and didn't say anything!

As he spoke, the master held the scale in his hand, took the hammer, put the scale on the pillow iron and smashed it twice.

Bell, bell twice, sparks sparked where the hammer and scales touched.

The master wiped the scales with his hands, good things, and then look at the scales.

"My cultivation is relatively low, and I can't see how much Yuan Power is contained in it. However, judging from my years of experience, this scale has been smashed with such a force a few times, and it has not changed in the slightest! Not a single mark has been left, it is harder than dark iron! It should not be easy to build this weapon!" said the blacksmith.

Listening to the description of the blacksmith master, Feng Cheng didn't say anything, and asked, "How much is the master?"

"50 gold!"

"Okay master, that's it!"

The master took a large tongs, clamped the scales on them, and sent them into the fire.

At this time, I saw that the scales that were fine just now were frantically devouring the surrounding flames as if they had a mouth at the moment they entered the fire. The flame in the furnace actually changed color, and the flame that was still white just now seemed to change color, and the flame gradually changed from white to a strange dark red, like blood.

It's absorbing the heat of the flames!

The master who pushed the bellows was also dumbfounded by the scene in front of him at this time, he had never seen such a scene after so many years of striking iron. He smacked his tongue again.

I saw that the color of the flame became more and more dark red, and gradually appeared to be purple!

Seeing that the charcoal fire below was gradually burned out, the burned scales did not seem to be satisfied with such heat, and the iron tool below was also absorbed from the heat, and the red iron tool just now turned black.

"What are you looking at? Don't hurry up and add some carbon to the stove!"

The other blacksmith, dumbfounded, quickly picked up the tool next to him and filled it with carbon one by one. The carbon was filled in, and there was no need to push and pull the bellows, and he actually burned up.

At this time, the blacksmith felt the temperature with his hand towards the outer edge of the furnace, and somehow stretched his hand in again.

There are still people who put their hands into the iron-making furnace of more than 1,000 degrees. It's also a strange thing. The wind star next to him thought.

The blacksmith's face changed instantly, and it was the first time that a blacksmith had encountered such a situation after so many years. I didn't even feel the slightest warmth in my hands.

So he ordered the master next to him to keep adding fire to it.

I don't know how long it took, but I saw that the carbon next to me was about to burn out.

The master who filled the charcoal was tired and sweating profusely.

Suddenly, the scales changed color, from black to a fiery red. At the same time, there was a crisp sound, and the master next to him couldn't help but step back. The fire inside suddenly had a temperature. The heat hits the face, and it's hot.

At the same time, the master hurriedly inserted the wind-made Xuantie sword into the furnace. After a while, the sword burned red.

The blacksmith drew his sword, drew his sword, put the scales on it, and brought a sledgehammer, and struck it with a bell.

With each smash, the scales penetrated deep into the body of the sword, and it looked flat. The master stopped thrashing. Keep in water.

The sword creaked in the water.

Just like this, it is repeatedly burned red and then quenched. The fiery red scales gradually disappeared on the blade, forming a scale-like mark.

The sword body also struck for the last time, and layers of black iron slag faded off.

In this way, the sword body should also be more tough

The blacksmith was busy there, constantly reshaping the sword body, and the fiery red color of the entire sword still did not fade.

When the master was beating, suddenly the sledgehammer in his hand flew down and accidentally hit his foot. The big man who hurt was also grinning with his teeth. The rest of the blacksmiths also went over to check on the situation, and a few people were chatting there.

"It's better to rest if the master is injured," Feng Cheng said with concern on the side.

After hearing this, a few people next to him helped the master into the house.

Looking at the sword at this time, it suddenly stood up as if he had opened a blade for himself again.

As the fiery temperature dissipated, at a glance, a fiery red pattern appeared on the sword blade. The color is not as deep as before, and the cold light that seems to be there is not refracted on it, and at the same time, the strange reflection of the snake scales has also been inherited.

"Haha, the Xuanlong Sword is done. Feng Cheng said with a smile.

He grabbed the sword and held it in his hand, as if a stream of energy was fluctuating in it. The mind reached into it, and yes, there seemed to be a bar-shaped creature spinning in it, and the energy emanated from it.

Tier 3 weapons, yes, it should be!

There are two levels of weapons, which are non-level and decanter. The two levels are divided into 9 levels, and the sword in Feng Cheng's hand is a 3rd order weapon. There is energy fluctuating outward, although it is not very strong, but it is also extremely tenacious, and it can be said that it is broken with one blow for the Xuantie weapon. A dark red pattern marks his level. As the level gets higher and higher, the red mark becomes deeper and deeper, until it is blood red, and it is basically consummated, which can be said to be a 9th-order weapon, a quasi-non-level weapon. And the non-level weapon has its own spiritual wisdom and cultivation. The energy contained in it was difficult for even a Geng-level cultivator to resist.

Feng Cheng took the sword in his hand and couldn't help but applaud.

The mind probed into it and made a knot to find the Xuanlong Sword, which means that this is his own thing, and the weapon has also begun to know its owner, and the bridge of communication between the two hearts and minds is just too weak now, and it only plays the role of a mark.

Due to their previous injuries, the two gave the blacksmith an extra 10 gold coins, and several of them thanked them again and again.

Senior Brother Fengxing has created his own weapon, the same Tier 3 weapon. The two of them were also satisfied, put the sword in the storage bracelet, and the two were in a good mood and walked out of the blacksmith shop.