It had been a long time since the night, and in the room on the second floor of the only inn in the Falling Moon Department, Xingyuan lit a dim candle, which looked weak and strong in the dark night. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Xing Yuan sat on the bunk in the guest room, the bed was not big, just enough to accommodate Xing Yuan, and it could also leave a lot of space, enough for Xing Yuan to place the five-year dark iron, blue thorns, and Li Mu branches that he bought during the day.

"I'm going to start, Master. Xing Yuan eagerly said to Gu Ze.

Seeing that Xing Yuan looked like he had never seen the world, Gu Ze said calmly: "Go ahead, but you have to remember that you are my Gu Ze's only apprentice, if the refining is not successful, I will immediately dissolve the master-apprentice relationship with you." ”

"Huh, so serious?" Xingyuan said dumbfounded.

Gu Ze also answered: "What do you think?"

"It seems that it can only succeed, not fail. Xing Yuan looked at the three lumps of materials in front of him and rubbed his hands.

"Don't worry, this bee sting dagger is of very low grade, and some high-level ordinary blacksmiths should be able to create it, but the quality is not very good, don't forget, ordinary blacksmiths have no martial energy support, it all depends on high temperature and their own craftsmanship. You already have martial energy, even if it's just a little bit, it should be enough. Gu Ze comforted.

Xing Yuan was not afraid, and after listening to Gu Ze's words, he became even more excited.

The first thing Xing Yuan picked up was that five-year black iron, this dark iron was very heavy, and it was the most difficult to refine, and Xing Yuan liked to pick the most difficult one first.

Stretching his hands to both sides of Xuantie, Xing Yuan's heart moved, and the little bit of martial energy that could be deployed instantly surged from Xing Yuan's seven meridians and eight veins to Xing Yuan's fingertips, but in just a moment, Xing Yuan's little fingers of both hands were extremely black, although rare, but it was better than nothing, and Xingyuan's martial arts were very pure, and it was not at all comparable to the martial arts of ordinary foundries.

Of course, Xing Yuan didn't know these things, the deepest part of Xing Yuan's body, even Xing Yuan hadn't discovered that there was a black seed-like object, hidden in the depths of his body, and these martial qi all came from this seed, every time a trace of martial energy flowed out, this black seed would tremble, as if brewing.

With the appearance of Xingyuan's martial energy, the little finger became Xingyuan's only support, the little finger exerted a slight force, and the Xuantie in his hands suddenly began to tremble and levitate upward, and soon suspended in Xingyuan's chest.

On the way, Xuantie almost fell down several times, thanks to Xingyuan's strong adaptability, the first time he used martial energy, he quickly mastered some control of the casting technique, which allowed Xuantie to reach the position on his chest safely, the best position for casting in this position, and the most convenient place for the foundry.

The dark iron suspended in Xingyuan's chest became stable because Xingyuan gradually became handy, and he was no longer as impetuous as before.

"Change it for me. Xingyuan didn't open his mouth, squeezing a vague word out of his throat.

Immediately, the martial energy on Xingyuan's little finger instantly erupted, and it surrounded the Xuantie at once, this little bit of martial energy seemed to be endlessly corrosive, gnawing everywhere on the Xuantie, like an ant with iron teeth and copper teeth, directly biting and deforming the Xuantie, and then assembling it.

Under Xingyuan's control, the shape of Xuantie is changing and changing, sometimes like a round iron bead, and sometimes like a square iron box, always the shape is ever-changing, all in Xingyuan's thoughts.

With Xing Yuan's "inhumane" torture, the original solidified shape and hardness of the dark iron were twisted down and became extremely soft, like a piece of plasticine, very tame, and let Xing Yuan manipulate it.

"Okay, stop playing, if an ordinary blacksmith wants to make a lump of such a piece of dark iron so tame and soft, at least it has to go through seven hundred and forty-nine days of uninterrupted polishing, you are only less than an hour now, and you have already done what others have to do in seven hundred and forty-nine days, if you let the blacksmith know, you must be angry. Hurry up and condense the shape. Seeing Xingyuan playing naughty like a child, Gu Ze urged.

However, it is also true that as the ancient rule said, the time it takes for a forger with a weapon to build a high-quality weapon will make the blacksmith spurt out a mouthful of old blood, which is inherently unfair, and the blacksmith can only rely on his own experience and craftsmanship accumulated over the years to make weapons, but the foundry can make something that the blacksmith has worked so hard to get out without much effort.

And the quality is countless grades higher, which is how people can not be angry.

Through this incident, Xing Yuan also had a deeper understanding of the profession of foundry, and after thinking about it slightly, Xing Yuan laughed secretly: Ma, fortunately, Lao Tzu has martial arts.

Previously, if Xing Yuan didn't know much about the profession of foundry, after Gu Ze's explanation, Xing Yuan suddenly became enlightened, and after thinking about it, in the Cloud Spirit Department, a high-level blacksmith's salary is very expensive, every time he creates a high-level weapon, he will always be snatched by everyone in the Cloud Spirit Department.

Although Xing Yuan hadn't rushed to buy the weapons made by the senior blacksmiths of the Cloud Spirit Department, the value of the sale he had heard of made Xing Yuan's jaw drop.

Because of the rarity of the same profession, these high-level blacksmiths basically belong to the role of being robbed by the tribe at any time, so they also have a unique temper, and it is said that it is difficult to get along with people.

Xing Yuan really can't imagine what kind of sensation his hand will cause when he returns to the Cloud Spirit Department in the future, he is a rarer and more advanced caster than a high-level blacksmith, just the three words of the caster can already cause a sensation, and when he returns to the Cloud Spirit Department in the future, Xing Yuan really can't imagine that he can casually create a low-grade martial arts of a cat and a dog will cause others to desperately fight for the snatch.

"Oh my mother, it's exciting to think about. Xingyuan fantasized about the sensation of returning to the tribe in the future, and couldn't help but laugh.

After saying that, Xingyuan also controlled his martial qi with force, and began to condense the shape of this piece of dark iron, and a round piece of dark iron was instantly controlled by Xingyuan and became slender and long, and slowly, the general appearance of a dagger came out.

To say that this martial qi is really easy to use, once Xingyuan adapts to it, it is really easy to use.

Just when Xing Yuan was proud, Gu Ze's voice sounded: "This is just the lowest level of casting recipes, what are you happy about?" It's not that I said, if I come up with a slightly more difficult recipe now, with your little martial energy, you won't even be able to beat an iron." ”

Xing Yuan was originally proud, but he was instantly deflated by Gu Ze's blow, but it was okay to calm down, and it was okay to refine the two materials in the back.