After Xiao Chen and the others cleaned up the secret room that they hadn't used for a long time, it was already half an hour later.

After Mo Fan checked the stove again, he said solemnly: "I'm going to make a fire, I'll listen to my command to pull the bellows later." ”

Xiao Chen nodded, slowly walked to the bellows, and held the handle made of fine iron wood with both hands, and a cool feeling came from the wooden handle.

"Let's go!"

The flames in the furnace suddenly rose, and suddenly the entire basement began to heat up, but it was strange.

The chamber seems to have been cleverly designed, with a heat wave hovering in the air for a week before slowly dissipating and spreading evenly throughout the chamber.

In addition to the vents, the fresh breeze surging in, although the basement is still extremely hot, but it is not unbearable, Xiao Chen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, held the wooden handle and pulled it back violently.

Whew!

Something strange happened, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he only pulled a few centimeters away, and then he couldn't pull it. I was shocked, what is going on, no matter how bad I am, I have the strength of a mid-grade martial artist.

Can't even pull this, the little bellows?

The flames in the furnace slowly decreased, and Mo Fan hurriedly looked at Xiao Chen's side, and couldn't help but be anxious, "Xiao Gongzi, why don't you do it, the fire in this furnace is about to be extinguished." My stew stove is not an ordinary stove, and lighting a fire once will consume a large amount of spirit stones, so it can't be wasted casually. ”

Xiao Chen's heart was in a hurry, but no matter how hard he tried, this bellows just didn't move, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping, what's going on, what the hell is going on.

Mo Fan seemed to understand something, and hurriedly came over to tell Xiao Chen some of the tricks.

Xi Jiao suddenly stopped him: "Now is not the time for you to be distracted, take care of the furnace, prepare to put the moon stone in, and I will teach him." ”

Wave!

Xiao Chen suddenly felt that something soft seemed to be touched on the back of his head, which felt extremely comfortable. In the hot basement, there is a cool feeling that calms people's minds.

"Stupid, this bellows is not to be pulled by brute force, you have to exert your strength along the air flow that it overflows, otherwise you can't pull it no matter how hard you have, and if you use too much force, you will destroy this bellows. ”

Xiao Chen only felt a gust of fragrant wind coming, and the Jiaojiao floating in the air leaned closely behind him. A pair of proud firmness on his chest were attached to the back of his head, and two slender arms were slowly placed on his hands.

Controlling the wooden handle, he slowly pulled the bellows with his arm, and a huge flame rose from the stove, and the temperature of the entire basement suddenly tripled.

But Xiao Chen felt that his heart was extremely cool, and at this moment, his voice was softer than usual, like the coolest summer breeze in the world, slowly moving the young man's impetuous heart.

Slowly forgetting the softness on the back of his head, under the guidance of Jiaojiao, Xiao Chen pulled the wooden handle of the bellows unhurriedly.

I don't know when, Xi Jiao has slowly left behind Xiao Chen, looking at Mo Fan in front of the stove intently.

Mo Fan took out a moon stone from behind him and muttered: "What a waste, ordinary people refining soul soldiers, they only need a little moon stone powder, and they actually throw them into the furnace one by one." ”

"If it weren't for the lack of a few other rare things, so many moon stones, it would be more than enough to cast a sub-divine weapon. ”

As she stared at the moonstone that kept falling into the furnace, the scene in front of her began to slowly blur......

It was also the same scene a thousand years ago, when a young man who was superb one day went to Haotian Sect alone with a huge number of moon stones.

The contemporary sect master of Haotian Sect, because of his strong personal charm, personally went down the mountain to pick him up, and personally built the Thunderwood Sword of the Sub-Divine Soldier for him.

When the five-colored glow rose to the sky, the powerful aura enveloped the entire Haotian Sect, and the monstrous sword intent could be felt within a radius of a hundred miles.

Everyone knows that the Sixth Divine Weapon of the past thousand years has been born, and she was born from the colorful red light. Holy as a fairy in the sky, that immaculate face seemed to have a hint of immaturity and blankness.

As a newborn, she stood there quietly, with some immature faces, making her look like a child.

But all this could not hide her pride, she just looked at the world without saying a word, within a radius of thousands of miles, one hundred and eight thousand soul soldiers, trembling because of her appearance.

Because she is the king of swords, she is the king of these 108,000 soul soldiers, although she is newborn, she can't hide her pride. If I am born, I will be king, and all soldiers will bow down to me, for I am the king of the sword!

I'm a sub-god soldier, the Thunder Emperor Mulberry Sword!

No one could stop me, and she took the mulberry sword, and slashed a large piece of brilliance through the air, flying towards the sky.

"The Divine Soldier has flown off!"

"She's going to choose the Lord!"

There were voices of surprise below, but more of them were overjoyed, no one expected that this newborn Lei Mu Sword would be so proud and have to choose his own master.

But this also gave them a chance, if they could submit to it, then they would be the masters of this divine weapon, the sub-divine soldier - the dream of all martial artists in the world.

But the man who was in the sky didn't give them any chance, and only left them three seconds to think. I saw that he also flew into the sky, like a great peng spreading his wings, faster than thunder and lightning, and instantly held this thunderwood sword in his hand.

The fallen Sang Mu laughed, his eyes were full of surprise that could not be concealed, and said: "What a proud sword, from today onwards you will be called Jiaojiao, and I Sang Mu will definitely be the one who will make you feel proud." ”

......

The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher, no matter how elaborate the design, when the stove is completely burned. The heat close to 1,000 degrees Celsius cannot be dissipated in any case.

Xiao Chen's clothes were completely soaked, and Mo Fan, on the other hand, had all taken off the clothes on his upper body, revealing strong muscles.

Xiao Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to feel that his whole body was extremely hot, and the entire basement was like an oven, and he felt that he was about to be roasted if he stayed.

It's just that at this time, it has reached a critical moment, Mo Fan is stirring the boiling molten iron in the furnace with the secret method unique to the caster, and there are only a few moon stones left in the large pile next to him.

At this time, you can't stop, once you stop, your previous efforts will be wasted, and the heaven-level soul soldiers in your hands will be completely abandoned.

It's just that it's really hot, Xiao Chen's whole body looks like he's going to faint, and he has a weak promoter bellows, and he is about to fall down the next moment.

At this moment, a wisp of breeze came from behind Xiao Chen, and this cool breeze blew into Xiao Chen's heart. Dispel the heat of his whole body, cool his heart, and feel very comfortable.

Although he couldn't turn back, Xiao Chen could also guess that this breeze came from the hands of Jiaojiao. A warm current surged in Xiao Chen's heart, this little girl, she couldn't imagine that her mouth was so poisonous, and she still had a little conscience.

By the way, in addition to her conscience, this little girl is really big, thinking of the previous scene, Xiao Chen's body actually reacted.

Damn, where did I think about it, Xiao Chen slapped his head fiercely, his mood finally calmed down, and he began to continue to push the bellows hard.

Time passed minute by minute, and whenever Xiao Chen was about to lose his grip, there would always be a fresh breeze behind him, sweeping away the exhaustion of his whole body, and he was full of strength again.

A large pile of moon stones was finally put into the furnace, and the surface of the boiling furnace was full of iron slurry made of moon stone, and the entire surface kept jumping drops, and the heat wave was rolling hot molten iron.

Mo Fan carefully observed the iron slurry in the furnace, and the boiling heat wave from the pavement did not seem to cause him any trouble. The entire furnace emitted the unique yellow light of the moon stone.

Mo Fan took out the best cold iron with a solemn expression, and a cyclone was shot out in his left hand, and the iron slurry in the furnace began to rotate rapidly, and even more terrifying heat waves dispersed around.

Thump!

When the formation of iron slurry was about to form an extreme whirlpool, Mo Fan quickly put the best cold iron into the whirlpool's eyes, splashing a small molten iron.

The fine cold iron began to melt slowly, and the faint yellow light and the black light turned into the cold iron slowly intertwined and fused. In the end, when all the cold iron stone melted, the faint yellow light had all dissipated, and the molten iron turned into a pure black light.

Seeing that the time had come, Mo Fan shouted, and pressed his left palm against the stove, and a huge suction force came out of his palm. The molten iron in the furnace below began to tumble continuously, converging into the air.

The sweat on Mo Fan's forehead was dripping and falling like rain, but at this moment he didn't care about it at all. With a nervous expression, he looked at the molten iron that was gathering in his palm.

In the end, the molten iron in the furnace was all sucked into the air by him, forming a football laughing iron ball, emitting a terrifying heat wave, constantly spinning.

Burst!

At this moment, a bright light suddenly lit up in Jiaojiao's hand, and the next moment, a light and shadow shot out of her hand and flew directly into the iron ball.

Mo Fan said in surprise: "This is ...... The Source of the Fighting Saint!"

The source of the Dou Sheng, the most powerful attack source qi in heaven and earth, the soul soldiers who possess it can derive the strongest Dou Sheng's attack in the world.

Legend has it that the source of the Dou Sheng has been divided into six parts, each of which represents a different interpretation of the art of attack. The source of the six Dou Shengs is inlaid in six different sub-divine weapons.

It is said that if these six divine weapons are combined together and the source of the Dou Sheng, a new divine weapon can be formed. It's just that throughout the ages, in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Tianwu Continent, there have only been ten divine weapons.

No one knows whether this legend is true or not, because no one has ever been able to combine these six sub-divine weapons together.