"Heckling ......"

A bright flame gushed out from the palm of his hand, and a thumb-sized dragon phoenix tear wrapped it in a crazy calcination. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It is still the back mountain of Jiedeng Academy, the forest is boundless, the green mountains and green waters, and there are demonic beasts flying with giant wings in the distance.

The summer is scorching, and it is noon, which is the most active time for the fire element between heaven and earth, and the fire extreme realm fighting soul "Vermilion Bird" in the depths of the Mo Bai Zhihai Sea is thus hearty, and indulges in the flame fighting spirit with the host's mind.

Because of the sudden attack of white blood, the selection of the Warcraft Campus was stranded, and for the next period of time, Mo Bai had nothing to do, and began to focus on the alchemy of refining.

Staring at the orange crystals that reflected the blazing fire in the flames in his palm, Mo Bai's face was extremely solemn, the piece of black iron with a low melting point that Yan Ruyu gave him before had already been melted into molten iron by him when he stepped into the forty-fifth level, and he had mastered a complete one-star universal magic pattern, but after several practices, all of them ended in failure.

Now it has been replaced by the dragon phoenix tear with a higher melting point, trying to melt this precious metal used to refine three-star equipment.

Mo Bai, who is now a fifty-second level cultivator, has reached the point of mastering the flames, but Rao is like this, he still can't melt even a drop of the dragon phoenix's tears, shook his head, and couldn't help laughing at himself.

"Normally, to melt the Dragon Phoenix Tears, you need to reach the strength of about level fifty-eight, and your fighting spirit is more refined than ordinary people, and you have to be at least level fifty-seven. Yan Ruyu, who was wearing a green shirt and green dress, was floating in the air, lazily ups and downs, "Dragon Phoenix Tears are the material of two-star equipment, with your current strength, don't think about smelting." ”

"I'd better make the one-star equipment first......

Pouting his lips, Mo Bai shrugged his shoulders helplessly, he could only dispel the trace of wishful thinking of not admitting defeat, withdrew the dragon phoenix tears, and replaced it with a fist-sized piece of black iron, which was calcined with flames.

The flames were raging, but in a moment, the red-hot black iron began to slowly melt into a pool of black molten iron, and at this point, there was no problem for Mo Bai.

As soon as his mind moved, the red light in the eyes of the Xuanwu Fighting Spirit flashed, and the mysterious lines on the turtle shell suddenly lit up with the same color of light, and he meticulously perceived the composition of the earth element of the molten iron.

"First smelt the black iron into the weapon form you want, and then engrave the primary universal magic pattern I taught you with the Xuanwu Fighting Soul, remember, be careful, don't be in the same situation as last time. ”

Yan Ruyu reminded that the ridiculous scene of the black iron explosion caused by the young man who drew a wrong spell pattern unconsciously appeared in his mind, and couldn't help but laugh and giggle.

Glancing at her angrily, Mo Bai immediately calmed down and slowly formed the molten iron with a fighting spirit.

Before he started, he had already thought about what kind of weapons and equipment he wanted to refine, with the volume of this piece of black iron, it was impossible to make a large weapon such as a sword, but although the volume was small, the difficulty of enchantment remained the same, and the blessed magic pattern could not be short of catties or two.

Enchantment is a delicate technical work, a slight mistake will lead to failure, even if the overall magic pattern pen is drawn wrong, resulting in the failure of the magic pattern is small, like Mo Bai's most exaggerated time before, in the process of using the explosion and injuring himself, it will make a joke.

Under the control of the Xuanwu Fighting Spirit, the molten iron began to squirm slowly, and finally condensed into the prototype of a fist gauntlet according to Mo Bai's concept.

"Enchanted ......"

The combination of earthy yellow element sequences inside the fist glove was clearly presented in Mo Bai's mind through the projection of the Xuanwu Fighting Spirit, as if the cell tissues under a high-powered microscope were in the shape of a beehive, tightly attached to each other.

Slowly closing his eyes, with this command given by Mo Bai to the fighting spirit, the golden lines began to slowly emerge on the combination of elements, connecting and intertwining with each other.

In this process, Mo Bai did not dare to relax at all, for fear of carving the wrong stroke, and also pay attention to controlling the flame temperature at any time, not too low, so as not to cause the metal to cool and harden, not easy to engrave, and not too high, so as not to liquefy the metal excessively, so that it can not be engraved, try to ask who can leave lines on the water surface?

In a state of trying his best to maintain the balance of all directions, Mo Bai's mind was so concentrated that he didn't know when a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

Outside the spiritual world, Mo Bai was just facing the fist gloves that were wrapped in flames and suspended in the air, his eyes were closed tightly, and he was indifferent, and the fist gloves were golden and mysterious.

"Refining is really not a simple job...... No wonder there are so few alchemists in the refining department in this world. ”

Mo Bai secretly gritted his teeth.

"This time, we must not fail......"

However, if he really failed, it was not completely unbeneficial, at least under this high-intensity mental concentration, his sixth sense was simultaneously undergoing a transcendent exercise beyond meditation, and he was advancing rapidly.

Having said that, Mo Bai would not allow himself to leave room and excuses for himself, and still tried his best to engrave the magic pattern. Scrupulous.

Time passes bit by bit......

This is the first time that one-star equipment has been refined?

Seventh, or eighth?

I can't remember, but I know that I haven't even succeeded once......

Although failure is the mother of success, and Mo Bai is not so concerned about the process, the taste of old failure is always not very comfortable.

However, as the so-called practice makes perfect, as the sixth sense becomes stronger and stronger, now engraved with the magic pattern, compared with the previous times, it undoubtedly feels a lot easier, and it is much more familiar with the road.

I have to say that failure has brought me a lot of valuable experience.

Under Mo Bai's nervous gaze, the last stroke of the magic pattern finally ended slowly.

This time, the time to complete the magic pattern was shortened by nearly half an hour compared to the last time, looking at the fist gloves that had gradually cooled from burning red and gradually recovering from burning red to solid black, Mo Bai breathed a sigh of relief, this time, it should be no problem......

At least he didn't sense anything was wrong.

Looking at Yan Ruyu on the side, the latter was actually lying bored in mid-air reading a book, recently this woman was obsessed with a famous novelist named Niu Yun wrote an unknown fantasy novel, from 30,000 years ago, she was unexpectedly fascinated by this kind of fairy tale that even children disdain.

"Hey, you just take care of yourself and don't take care of me?"

Mo Bai's face was incredible, he originally wanted to get a comment on the refining process from Yan Ruyu, but he never thought that she didn't even look at herself.

"Don't be noisy, I've seen a pinch. ”

Yan Ruyu turned over, leaving him with a graceful and enchanting back, the line of his back under the green gauze made Mo Bai can't help but look at it twice, snorted indignantly, no longer paid attention to this nameless woman, pushed the palm of his hand to the fist, and as the eyes of the water system extreme realm fighting soul "Qinglong" lit up, a stream of water gushed out from his palm and poured on the fist gauntlet.

"Snort-"

A strange sound sounded, and the white smoke on the suddenly cooled fist gloves steamed, black and shiny.

Mo Bai took the still warm fist glove in his hand and tried to infuse the fighting spirit into it.

"Don't explode, don't explode ......"

At this moment, Mo Bai kept looking forward to it, he had experienced a serious mistake of an explosion, and now he was obviously bitten by a snake once, and he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, and secretly formed a layer of fighting defense on the surface of his body.

Facing his nervous gaze, the fist gloves slowly lit up, and he felt that his fighting spirit had indeed increased to a certain extent, and there was a hint of ecstasy on Mo Bai's sweaty face.

"I ...... It worked!"

With a heavy punch, Mo Bai almost jumped up, and he couldn't help himself with excitement.

"Hehe, well done, little one. ”

Yan Ruyu, who had her back to Mo Bai, although she seemed to be reading the novel intently, in fact, the corners of her rosy lips also set off a smile of relief.

After failing a few times to get the first refining success, Rao Yiyan Ruyu's vision had to secretly praise his talent in his heart.

If you were someone else, you wouldn't have failed more than a dozen or twenty times to foreshadow, plus some accidental ingredients, otherwise it would have been impossible to successfully refine the enchanted equipment so smoothly.

Mo Bai's talent is indeed extremely satisfying to her.

......

It was a night when the stars were sparse.

In the darkness, on the huge soft bed, Mo Bai, who had been asleep for a long time, suddenly opened his eyes.

The potato who slept in the same bed also seemed to sense something, and curiously raised the big fat face lying on the head of the bed and looked in the direction of the balcony.

There, a pitch-black shadow was standing up......