Among the three weapons, the dark iron bow depicting the wind whirlwind technique is the heaviest, the short sword is in the center, and the flywheel is the lightest. In the past five years, he has only learned one set of knife techniques with his master, and one set of light knife techniques, which are used to prune the branches and leaves of medicinal herbs in the medicine garden, and he does not know any other weapons.

So he decided to refine the sword.

The method of forging weapons in practice is very different from the method of mortal dust, which first requires a furnace to forge the refined gold, and then repeatedly fold it to remove its impurities, and then build it, and then sharpen its edge and install its handle. In the practice, people lead the fire of heaven and earth, supplement it with true yuan, melt the gold, remove its impurities, and then shape it with mental power, and its instrument is formed.

But Wu Wu's cultivation in the past five years has not made any progress, and it is not easy to melt the gold with the power of his true yuan, where can he mold it, so he thought of a way to melt it with the method of mortal dust, and the true yuan is used to complete the final molding.

He used his own Dan furnace as a furnace, and found Shi Ni (coal), ignited Shi Ni, and blew it with a bellows to increase its fire, and after half an hour, sure enough, the Dan furnace had been burned red, but he was not worried about the Dan furnace being burned, because he had tried before, this Dan furnace was given by the master, no matter how it was burned with fire, it would only turn orange-red at most, and it had never been burned, and in his mind, this must have been created by the cultivator with the prayer of the natal fire.

Putting the short sword exchanged for the Thunder Dragon Hall into it, he began to pull the bellows, the furnace fire became more intense, gradually changing from red to bright yellow, he gradually pulled the bellows faster, the furnace flame was already bright and dazzling, almost white, and his cheeks were hot in the flames.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the short sword to begin to melt, first the tip of the sword, then the blade, and finally the hilt, and he was afraid that the weight would not be enough, so he threw the flywheel into it.

However, after a short while, only two "bang" sounds were heard, and the runes carved by the predecessors with great effort turned into ashes in the explosion, and the two weapons had turned into gold water.

He immediately used his hands to run the true yuan to hold up the golden water, and his hands held the golden water in the middle with a round momentum, supplemented by telekinesis, kneaded the gold liquid into a ball shape and rotated the golden ball at high speed, the size of a watermelon, and the impurities flew out with the rotation of the golden ball, falling to the ground "poof" sound.

Wait until the golden ball is pure and flawless, and use both hands to make the golden water into a knife shape, the blade is about two feet seven or eight inches long, and the handle is about one foot long. He dances with his hands in complex movements, pushing, kneading, receiving, or releasing his movements, his movements are meticulous, and his expression is rigorous and serious.

In the past five years, although his cultivation has not progressed, the source technique is a daily penance, and he has been able to release all the true elements of the acupoints on his arms and run them at will, so when he kneades and forges with his hands, the true elements released through the acupoints on his arms are like elves drawing beautiful small arcs in the air, and the overall look seems to be as if countless streams of light are flying around his arms, which is very beautiful.

It's just that he has little research on the shaping of the knife, and the knife shape he made is really unsightly.

He doesn't care about the shape of the knife, but he wants to be sharp.

As time passed, the knife made of molten gold had slowly taken shape, and he moved his steps to quench the knife into the vat filled with cold water that he had prepared earlier.

With the sound of "whoosh", the blade of the knife was immersed in the water, and the water "goo, goo" began to boil with bubbles, and the knife seemed to confide its birth to Wuchou, and the "squeak" in the water kept sounding.

Wait until the water in the tank is no longer boiling, no worries about the knife out of the water, look carefully, only to see the knife body bright and smooth, the cold light such as the moon shining water, the thickness of the back of the knife is more than two points (two points about six millimeters), the knife is four fingers wide, the blade is as thin as a cicada wing, the knife weighs about 20 catties, the knife body is struck with finger force, its sound is clear and lasting, take the ruler to measure, the whole knife is three feet nine inches long.

At this time, although the weapon was completed, there were still many tempering that had not been done, but he really couldn't get the materials in his hands at the moment.

He wrapped his knife in a cloth and stepped into the garden in the middle of the night.

The big rooster saw the wrapping in his hand and asked puzzledly, "Boy, what did you wrap in the cloth, mysterious?"

No worries pulled open the wrap and revealed the knife.

The big rooster's eyes lit up when he saw the knife, then he laughed, and then he laughed.

He asked without sorrow, "What are you laughing at?"

"Don't tell Uncle Ji that this knife was forged by you, such an ugly knife, seeing it reminds me of a pig, I think it is only worthy of killing pigs, it is better to call it a pig killing knife." ”

Even with a worry-free recuperation, he couldn't help but scold: "Fart, I used dozens of treasure points to exchange for treasures, and it took a day to melt and then forge the knife, but the appearance is not very good-looking, how did it become a pig-killing knife? ”

Looking at Wuchou lifting the knife, as well as the eyes looking at him, the big rooster felt a chill in its neck, and hurriedly laughed: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, Uncle Ji is just joking, although this knife shape is not outstanding, let me take a closer look, maybe it's a good knife." ”

The big rooster snatched the knife from Wuchou's hand, first pecked it twice with the chicken's beak, then waved a few more knives, and then looked at the blade.

Said to Wuchou: "The craftsmanship is good, in addition to the quality of the material and the appearance of the knife, other aspects can be called the best products, and the rest will be handed over to Uncle Ji, to ensure that the most advanced spiritual treasures are also low-level." ”

Wuchou showed an expression that counted you as acquaintance and said, "You do it, I'll see." ”

He had learned the art of refining weapons with the big rooster before, but he still didn't know about the refining and blessing after refining, as well as the rune inscriptions of the weapons.

I saw that the chicken first took out a small porcelain bottle, and somehow found a piece of animal skin, poured out some red powder from the bottle, rubbed the powder on the blade with the animal skin, and then opened his mouth and spit out a red fire to burn the blade of the knife, which burned half a column of incense for a long time, and the blade had turned red.

The chicken was not afraid of the hot blade of the knife, and bent the blade repeatedly with its wings.

After folding hundreds of times, he used a dark green liquid to draw mysterious runes on the knife body, and those runes disappeared into the blade of the knife after a while, but the blade left some complex patterns. The chicken put the knife horizontally, with one wing to hold the knife in the air, the other wing began to carve strange lines in the void, the drawing method is very difficult to understand, but it is chaotic, as the chicken's movements are getting faster and faster, gradually shaped into a magical circle, the chicken's movements have been so fast that no worries are dazzled, the circle seems to be starting to run, only to listen to the chicken take a deep breath, the right wing suddenly pressed down, the circle has been sealed into the knife body with the chicken's movements.

It struck the blade lightly with its wings, and the blade made a sharp whistling, and the blade began to tremble, like a hunter's prey struggling, and the chicken began to carve in the air again, this time very slowly, but very powerfully.

Wuchou only seemed to feel that except for the scream of the blade in his ears, the world was quiet at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but the chicken was finally finished, and pressed down with its wings as before, but this time it was not the blade, but the hilt.

The scream of the knife had become piercing, like the roar of a ghost, and like the wrath of a god.

The blade of the sword suddenly flew out like a loose horse, slashing into the sky like lightning.

"Where to escape?" "With the words of the chicken, the chicken also soared into the air. Shun Ma arrived in front of the knife, only one wing to fan the knife back, the blade of the cold light suddenly rose, straight to the Wu Wu slash, the momentum is quite fierce, no worry disease leaned back, only to feel a pain in the neck, and heard the sound of "ding", to see when the knife has fallen to the ground vertically, the head of the knife has been pierced into the ground a foot, reach out to touch the neck, there is a small amount of blood on the fingers.

I was frightened in my heart, if I was a little slower at that time, I was afraid that half of my neck would be cut off.

"Boy, good luck, the treasure is psychic, don't make a fuss, if you don't hide just now, you won't be able to die, at most a few more blood, this knife is already a high-level spiritual treasure, just now it drank your blood, it is a drop of blood to recognize the master, use it well in the future." ”

The Grandmaster's shot was really extraordinary.

The big rooster came over, pulled the knife out of the ground, and felt a piece of blue-yellow metal, which instantly turned into a boar's head between his wings, and with a "click" it buckled at the junction between the blade and the handle, and when he looked at it again, it seemed as if the whole knife was spit out of the pig's mouth.

"Yes, it's more like a pig-killing knife, let's kill a pig-killing knife," Wuchou muttered.

(End of chapter)