"Miss Xiang'er?"

Uncle Sledgehammer looked at the little girl who was snoring on Zhang Xiaohu's lap suspiciously, and couldn't figure out how she had to solve the problem of temperature.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled faintly, took a sip of monkey wine, but did not answer.

It's not that he's pretending to be cool, it's not that he's deliberately selling off, it's that he really doesn't know how to tell Uncle Sledgehammer.

Just now, when I thought of the scene when the Jindan refiner master melted the meteorite, this was the inspiration, and I thought of borrowing the power of Xiang'er.

If it weren't for the fact that I felt the breath of the great witch in the morning and learned a little bit, I really didn't have this idea, that's it, and I can only wait for Xiang'er to wake up to know if it will work.

Uncle Sledgehammer rolled his eyes and stopped asking, what he wanted to say, Zhang Xiaohu would naturally say it later, if he didn't want to say it, no matter how much he asked, he couldn't get a result.

Holding the dragon tooth and dragon tendon in his hand, Uncle Sledgehammer looked at it over and over again, stopping from time to time to close his eyes and think carefully, occasionally muttering something in his mouth.

Knowing that Uncle Sledgehammer was obsessed, no one cared, and while sipping monkey wine, he casually chatted about interesting things in the dense forest.

In this regard, we all have a lot of common language.

Although Zhang Xiaohu has not gone into the mountains to hunt a few times, it does not hinder his knowledge of the jungle.

One is that he wants to be a qualified hunter, before entering the mountain, the knowledge that should be learned and used has long been kept in mind, and the other is that Zhang Xiaohu has really walked too much in the deep mountains and dense forests since he practiced for so long, compared to the few people here, he doesn't know how much he is experienced, the only difference is that some local unique demon beasts and spirit grasses are unknown to him.

However, what the village chief uncle cares about the most is the story of the dragon, the traces of the thunderstorm, and the obviously freshly baked Jiaoya, which makes the village chief unable to stop gossiping.

There is nothing to say about this, Zhang Xiaohu passed through the Tao one by one to a few people, but the process was not so eloquent, it tasted a little dry, fortunately, a few people didn't care about these, just hearing the boundless thunder tribulation, the dragon of the demon queen period turned into ashes under the thunder of the sky, which made people feel the difference of the demon, and the fresh Jiao tooth turned out to be a black Jiao from a distance of more than 100,000 miles, and it was obtained after a life and death battle, which was even more embarrassing.

Xiang'er rubbed her eyes and got up from Zhang Xiaohu's legs, and asked in a daze, "Brother Xiaohu, why did I fall asleep?"

A few people covered their mouths and didn't dare to laugh out loud, Uncle Sledgehammer lit up next to him, and said, "Wake up?" and ran out with those treasures, shouting as he walked, "Quick, Xiaohu, come with me"

"Go, go, go, if you don't go, I'm afraid the sledgehammer will be uncomfortable to death"

The village chief, who was familiar with Uncle Sledgehammer's temperament, laughed, waved his hand and motioned for Zhang Xiaohu and the two to follow, as for them, they had no interest in refining weapons, and it was better to chat and fart when they had that time.

Zhang Xiaohu arched his hand, and left with a confused Xiang'er and Uncle Sledgehammer, in fact, he was already anxious, if it weren't for Xiang'er's little snoring, he really wanted to shake her up and try his idea as soon as possible.

Outside was already starry, groups of warriors sat around the bonfire, happily singing songs, all with wine-colored faces, and there were many strong men drunk next to them, snoring loudly, as loud as a war song.

After the soldiers who practiced the exercises returned to the village, they learned that the monkey wine had returned, where could they still bear it, after the village chief uncle divided half of it, mixed a large number of clear mountain springs, and then mixed with various fresh fruit juices, a small amount of spiritual grass, stirred evenly and mixed into a big tank, a group of people were roasting meat, while drinking wine happily, the annual monkey wine conference, so smoothly held.

It's not that the village chief is stingy, on the one hand, this monkey wine is only ten catties, except for a few people who drank it, the rest has to be reserved for the soldiers who have the opportunity to impact the level this year, it is really limited, on the other hand, this wine is really strong, like a big gray Xiaobai, and a few Xiang'er, drunk a little anxiously, and drunk on the spot, this is still Jindan refining dirty demon king, in exchange for these bone refining periods, where can they bear it, it is a mountain spring that has been blended twenty or thirty times, and it is still turned over a lot.

As for those little children and women, there is no way to drink it, they can't bear the strength of the wine at all, and only a few women who have the talent to practice the exercises, and those who are a little older, have the opportunity to drink some more diluted liquor, in fact, it is a dishwash-like thing, just like that, they are all red and swollen faces, and they look extremely happy, which arouses the envy and jealousy of those who are not able to drink.

Passing through the village, following a path, bypassing a dense bamboo forest, the outside suddenly opened up, a vacant land of more than ten acres, there are three big stoves, the blazing flames continue to burn the crucible above, behind the furnace, this is a mess full of all kinds of ore and animal bones, a few strong men carrying sledgehammers, sweating, constantly waving, the iron under his hands is constantly changing shape.

Uncle Sledgehammer drove away the strong men who stopped to salute, and asked with a serious face, "Gun?"

Zhang Xiaohu nodded solemnly.

This is his favorite weapon, as early as in his hometown, he has been practicing this marksmanship, but later he was forced to use the heavy sword.

"How to solve the temperature?"

Uncle Sledgehammer took Zhang Xiaohu's heavy sword and rested it in a long crucible.

The ancestors of the year skillfully transformed it into a furnace fire, which not only relieved the pressure of the earth's core, but also obtained a free fire source, and occasionally followed the molten slurry spewed out by the earth's fire, and could also bring some unique ores, which can be described as killing several birds with one stone.

The three cauldrons are different, a small and exquisite, usually used to make some small blades such as arrow short swords, a large round crucible, specially used to smelt all kinds of ores, as for this long crucible, it is specially made for long weapons such as spears and spears.

If you want to forge a gun, the first thing is to return this heavy sword to the furnace for retraining, to remove impurities, if you want to return to the furnace, what you can't avoid is this temperature, earlier Uncle Sledgehammer didn't know in a hurry, no matter what he Zhang Xiaohu did, in the end, this mystery still can't escape.

Zhang Xiaohu leaned into Xiang'er's ear and muttered for a while, Xiang'er seemed to hesitate to believe it or not, what she said just now was a little beyond her comprehension, and it was quite unbelievable, but out of trust in her little tiger brother, she still did it.

Xiang'er had words in her mouth, pinched the law in her hand, pointed forward, and said 'disease', a fire dragon suddenly appeared in front of her, shook its head and tail, and looked up to the sky and groaned.

"This is!?"

Uncle Sledgehammer was so shocked that he took a few steps back, and the fire dragon turned his head and glared at him, and the looming dragon power pressed the strong men to sit on the ground and panic.

There are legends of great witches in this world, and there are all kinds of strange monsters, but when will this monk be able to summon the fire dragon? If he hadn't watched Xiang'er's every move, he would have suspected that this fire dragon was a punishment from heaven.

Uncle Sledgehammer, who came to his senses after a while, stepped forward to feel the temperature of the fire dragon, looked at Zhang Xiaohu and shook his head.

Compared with the earth fire, this temperature is stronger, but it has not yet reached the point of melting the heavy sword, even if the two are combined, they are still a little worse.

Zhang Xiaohu smiled and motioned to Uncle Sledgehammer to continue watching, everything has just begun, and the good show is still to come, whether it succeeds or not, it depends on this experience.

This time, Xiang'er didn't recite the mantra, but her little hands kept flying, and one by one she kept throwing herself into the fire dragon, and sometimes she stopped and thought for a long time, and when she figured it out, another string of spirits flew out.

As one by one the spirits were thrown into the fire dragon, in the surprised eyes of Uncle Sledgehammer, the body of the fire dragon gradually shrank, and the fire dragon, which was originally about a few meters long, gradually shrank into a meter, but the figure became more and more real.

However, at the stage of Mi Xu, Xiang'er struggled, and the spirit decision in her hand was getting slower and slower, often a spirit decision was like a long time, the little face was flushed, and her forehead was already wet, but this red face was not drunk, but because she was struggling.

The difficulty of controlling the fire dragon for the first time is not ordinary, not only to come up with the order of the various spiritual decisions into the fire dragon, but also to carefully control the fire dragon to prevent it from getting out of control, several times because of the spirit decision mistakes and the spiritual power output is not in place to control and fail, Xiang'er is now gradually lacking in spiritual power.

The fiery red color has turned purple, and this is what the so-called red purple looks like.

Seeing that Xiang'er stopped and looked at him, Uncle Sledgehammer lowered his head and casually picked up a piece of crushed ore and threw it at the fire dragon.

The hard crushed ore was wrapped in the middle of the fire dragon, gradually turning red, and finally falling down into a little bit of sap, and the ground creaked with the sap.

Uncle Sledgehammer shook his head, this temperature, it is more than enough to smelt ordinary ore, and it is still a little worse to deal with the heavy sword made by the meteorite, if it takes a long time, there is still hope, but looking at Xiang'er like that, you can know that it is not easy to maintain it, and it is estimated that it will be okay for more than half an hour, but if you want to come for a few days, I am afraid it will not be possible.

When the meteorite was first melted, the earth fire was much more powerful than here, so it took several days to burn to the point where it was about to melt, and the Jindan master also used the fire dragon at that time, but it was not a shrinkage, but an ordinary fire dragon, because of spiritual power, it was not used at the beginning, but at the last moment, the fire dragon was added, and the two were combined into one, which was successfully melted.

Xiang'er was obviously a little lacking in confidence, turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaohu, and after getting an encouraging look, she took a deep breath, took some spiritual liquid from the storage bag and drank it.