The fire dragon began to condense again, but this time it was very smooth, until it was so small that Xiang'er stopped, and the original red fluttering little face now became white, and people also felt a little shaky.

Zhang Xiaohu stepped forward and grabbed it, and asked in a low voice, "How is it?"

Xiang'er settled down, squeezed a smile and said, "Brother Little Tiger, no problem"

In fact, Xiang'er was already extremely energetic at this time, if she hadn't been bent on doing something for her little tiger brother, she would have been unable to control the fire dragon at this time.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at it worriedly for a while, and then looked at the fire dragon.

The reddish-purple fire dragon changed color again, the black-red body swam flexibly in the air, the original hot temperature, almost all of it shrunk into the body, standing next to it, it didn't feel the heat at all, but the condensed fire dragon gave people a more dangerous feeling, and every inch of air next to the dragon's body was disturbed by the extreme heat, and it looked like the fire dragon was a little deformed.

Uncle Sledgehammer circled around the fire dragon, nodded again and again, leaned over and picked up a piece of crushed ore again and threw it over.

The fire dragon twisted its body, and wrapped the crushed ore inside, only to hear a squeaky sound, a trace of steam rose and dissipated in the air, but did not see the fiery red juice fall, after a while, the fire dragon unfolded its curled body, and the fist-sized crushed ore disappeared in front of him.

"Good, good, good"

Uncle Sledgehammer shouted three good words in a row, and his swarthy face turned red with excitement.

Zhang Xiaohu leaned over, "Uncle Sledgehammer, is this temperature enough?"

"Knowingly asking"

Uncle Sledgehammer glared, took two quick steps, came to the bellows next to the stove, drove away the disciple who was pulling the bellows, and pulled it up easily.

With the flames rolling below, the heavy sword slowly turned from pitch black to black and red, and a little red light came out of the heavy sword, but Zhang Xiaohu knew that if he wanted to completely melt the heavy sword, this little bit of temperature was really not enough to see.

The furnace was turned on to the maximum, Uncle Sledgehammer kept pulling the bellows, the flames wrapped around the crucible and kept spitting, and the blue flames had turned white.

The temperature around him was already extremely high, and even Uncle Sledgehammer, who often stayed next to him, felt unbearably hot, and his whole body was already soaked with sweat at this time, but Uncle Sledgehammer had no time to pay attention, just staring closely at the changes in the heavy sword.

Uncle Sledgehammer suddenly said in a deep voice, "Xiang'er girl, it's up to you"

Xiang'er has been waiting for this sentence for a long time, although it is difficult to condense the fire dragon at the beginning, but even if it is much easier to maintain the fire dragon later, it will be difficult for a long time.

With a finger of the little hand, the fire dragon swooped onto the heavy sword, and wrapped tightly around the heavy sword.

With the addition of the fire dragon, this heavy sword finally reached its peak, and the heavy sword that was originally just a little red light gradually changed color, and it didn't take long for it to become red and bright.

Uncle Sledgehammer suddenly stopped what he was doing, grabbed a handful of powder from a bag around his waist, and threw it far away.

The powder fell on the heavy sword, and with a squeaking sound, it instantly turned into green smoke.

And in this green smoke, the heavy sword quickly melted into a puddle of red juice.

Zhang Xiaohu opened his mouth wide on the side, with the help of the condensed fire dragon, the temperature was raised a lot, but he didn't expect that this heavy sword would melt so quickly.

"Alright, Xiang'er"

Uncle Sledgehammer stepped on the mechanism, and the long crucible quietly lifted up, and the boiling red juice was slanted into a large cauldron on the ground.

Xiang'er quickly accepted the decision, and the fire dragon flew into the air, and the last swim suddenly exploded, turning into a little red light, and floating in the air.

"It's okay, Xiang'er"

Zhang Xiaohu held Xiang'er's swaying body and asked worriedly.

"I'm fine"

Xiang'er lowered her head and gasped for a while, looked at Zhang Xiaohu with a smile and said, "Brother Xiaohu, can Xiang'er do it?"

"Needless to say, my Xiang'er is the most capable"

Zhang Xiaohu raised his thumb and praised without delay, and made Xiang'er condense the fire dragon on a whim, but he didn't expect Xiang'er to really become, and he insisted until he completed the melting, which really surprised him, and all kinds of praise poured out without reservation, coaxing Xiang'er so happy that she didn't know where it was.

Uncle Sledgehammer on the side waited for the red juice to cool and solidify a little, so he took a big clip, clamped the meteorite iron to an anvil, rolled up his sleeves and took a small hammer from the side, pointed to the sledgehammer used for striking iron and said, "Xiaohu, they can't beat this, they have to come."

When those strong men heard Uncle Sledgehammer's words, they showed dissatisfied expressions on their faces one by one, but each one of them came up, just the corners of their mouths were slightly upturned, and they looked at Zhang Xiaohu with disdain, waiting to see his jokes at any time, and some people also rolled up their sleeves, waiting for him to take over after he was powerless.

Striking iron is a strength work, these strong men are all in the bone refining period, striking iron all the year round, the strength is amazing, the ordinary warriors can only top one of them, in the village has always regarded himself as a strong man, where can I see the well-proportioned Zhang Xiaohu in front of him without any authority.

When they realized the Great Witch in the morning, they all stayed on the top of the mountain and were busy building weapons, none of them saw the power of that palm, and they had seen the stone that Zhang Xiaohu had started, although they also told the situation at that time, but it was still limited to a small range, so these few didn't know Zhang Xiaohu's strength at all, and they were still using their body shape to measure the size of their strength.

Zhang Xiaohu saw their small movements, as well as the dissatisfied and disdainful eyes, but for him, these were too far away to be put in his eyes at all.

Picking up the sledgehammer next to him, turning his wrist, Zhang Xiaohu shook his head and put the hammer down, "Uncle Sledgehammer, this thing is too light"

"What then, I've got a hammer like this here," Uncle Sledgehammer frowned.

Zhang Xiaohu lowered his head and thought about it, and suddenly reached out and grabbed it in the air, the aura above the entire village stirred violently, gusts of wind blew everywhere, and in mid-air, a huge sledgehammer like the iron hammer under his feet slowly condensed and formed.

Uncle Sledgehammer had seen Zhang Xiaohu's ability to condense aura and transform into a giant palm, but he was not surprised, but he was just curious about what he was doing with a sledgehammer at this time, and his apprentices were dumbfounded, glaring and opening their mouths, and speaking incoherently.

The mottled starlight shone on the giant hammer, glowing with bursts of fluorescence, and the giant hammer shrank rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, not only the size, but also the same as the hammer under his feet.

If you hadn't seen it with your own eyes, no one would have dared to believe that the white sledgehammer in front of her was actually made of spiritual energy, only that Xiang'er smiled admiringly on the side, her little tiger brother was really the most powerful, just watching her condense once, and she successfully did it, and this time is incomparable, the most important thing is that Zhang Xiaohu is not a little struggling, as if eating and sleeping is as easy as sleeping.

"Uncle Sledgehammer, it's okay"

Zhang Xiaohu grabbed forward, the sledgehammer automatically fell into his hand, waved his arm, and a gust of wind blew in the air, and nodded with satisfaction.

Uncle Sledgehammer looked back at Zhang Xiaohu blankly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, muttering in his heart 'freak', and then put his spirit on the heavy sword again, "Xiaohu, I don't know if you have ever hit iron, but with your ability, this is very simple, as long as your sledgehammer follows my hammer point."

Seeing Zhang Xiaohu nodding and understanding, Uncle Sledgehammer danced the small hammer in his hand, and with a ding, it fell on the iron block of the meteor.

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.

A crisp, dull sound.

The percussion sound is like a song, and it continues to sound rhythmically, floating back and forth in the air.

Under the repeated hammering of the sledgehammer, a little bit of extremely fine impurities were knocked out, and the iron slowly shrunk, and the sledgehammer of the aura illusion, in every beating, there was a trace of extremely fine aura squeezed into the iron, and the original textureless iron slowly had a trace of agility.

Xiang'er was still looking at it at first, but the boring hammering all the time really made the tired Xiang'er lose her energy, but she was reluctant to leave Brother Xiaohu and go back to sleep, her eyes rolled and she ran out, and when she came back after a while, she held Xiaobai in her left hand and dragged Da Shen in her right hand, tying up the two drunks who were sleeping in a daze.

After teasing for a while, seeing that the two drunks couldn't lift their nature, and were bent on sleeping, Xiang'er finally couldn't help it, and fell on the big gray body, and fell asleep beautifully.

The starlight gradually dimmed, a trace of red glow broke out in the sky, and unconsciously, the two had been beaten all night, and the strong man next to him who had been watching the play with an idea had already been dumbfounded, looking at Zhang Xiaohu's hammer beating, he didn't know that he had looked away, this harmless guy was much stronger than himself, and he showed a look of shame one by one.

After a night of continuous hammering, the iron block was nearly half smaller, and the original black surface was now glowing with a little starlight, and there was a trace of spiritual light swimming back and forth on it, completely changing its appearance, which made people shocked.

Finally, Uncle Sledgehammer stopped the small hammer, carefully blew away the fine impurities floating on the iron, and used his hands to hold the iron in his hand and carefully inspect it.

"Beautiful, so beautiful, this is a meteorite"

Uncle Sledgehammer kept sighing, squinting his eyes from time to time, and looking at Zhang Xiaohu with disdain.

For the refiner maniac, the creation of that heavy sword is a complete waste of the meteorite, except for the weight of the meteorite, nothing else has been brought into play, and even its appearance is still in an extremely primitive state, which is not like a refining weapon at all, it is just fused into the appearance of a sword.

"Uncle Sledgehammer, is this really my heavy sword?"

Zhang Xiaohu couldn't believe it, just now I didn't see him standing next to him and beating him, but at that time, his mind was on Uncle Sledgehammer's hammer point, plus he had to control the sledgehammer condensed by the aura in his hand, for the iron block, he just knew that there were impurities that were beaten out, and he didn't know anything else.

"Hmph, a bunch of stupid people, all the good meteorites have been ruined"

Uncle Sledgehammer said dissatisfiedly and threw the iron into Zhang Xiaohu's arms.

Holding the iron block, Zhang Xiaohu even more discovered the extraordinary, oily feeling, the fluctuation of the aura, the starlight on it, if you look closely, the whole person's mind will fall into it and cannot be pulled out.

knocked out so many impurities, the meteorite was half smaller, but Zhang Xiaohu felt that the weight was almost lost, the original weight of 20,000 catties was now less than 1,000 catties, but the volume was so small, not to mention the gun, it was a thin sword, it seemed to be difficult to beat.

Zhang Xiaohu looked at Uncle Sledgehammer suspiciously, and wanted to ask, but he was embarrassed to say it.