Lin Qing's shriveled palm grabbed the flying wrought iron, and then threw it into the porcelain furnace, at this time, the churning speed of the Xuanhuo was much slower, and under the control of Lin Qing's soul, the wrought iron was gradually surrounded, and after a while, the Xuanhuo gradually receded, and the original solid iron also turned into a ball of molten iron, and then spun above the flame.

Lin Qinghua's white eyebrows finally wrinkled, his small eyes stared at the molten iron in the magnetic furnace tightly, and the huge soul power was also carefully perceiving the temperature of the molten iron.

When Lin Qing sensed the molten iron in front of him, Dan Xuan also secretly let go of his soul power to feel the temperature of the molten iron, in Dan Xuan's perception, the temperature of the molten iron liquid above the Xuanhuo was gradually rising, but the rising speed was getting slower and slower.

Just when the temperature of the molten iron reached a certain critical value, Lin Qing's cloudy eyes suddenly shot out a fine light, and he shouted: "It's now!"

With a loud shout, a black jade bottle closest to Lin Qing on Lin Qing's left hand suddenly flew up, and a fiery red liquid like silk threads erupted and quickly poured on the surface of the molten iron, and at the moment when the fiery red liquid touched the molten iron, a cloud of crimson steam suddenly rose, and then, the fiery red liquid was forcibly integrated into the molten iron under the control of Lin Qing's soul power, and at the same time, the molten liquid gradually tumbled and boiled......

Looking at the violently churning smelting liquid, Lin Qinghua's white eyebrows twisted deeper, the huge soul power carefully controlled the temperature of the flame, but the control of the flame at this time was extremely depleting of the soul power of the instrumenter, maybe a little higher temperature may cause the melting liquid of molten iron and fire copper to burst and splash out, but if the temperature is too low, it is impossible to make the two kinds of molten metal completely smelted together, the requirements for the flame temperature are so harsh, so the smelting process of the refining material is the most exquisite part of the master's proficiency in controlling the soul power。

Of course, Dan Xuan used to be a ninth-order pharmacist, even if the Xuan Qi cultivation is not as good as before, but the soul power is still as strong as before, and Dan Xuan's experience in soul power control is still there, so the current Dan Xuan is probably the most sure of this "smelting" process.

Half an hour later, in Lin Qing's perception, the boiling molten iron and the molten fire copper had been perfectly smelted together, and the molten liquid at this time was no longer boiling.

Lin Qing looked at the liquid on the Xuanhuo, there was no emotion on his old face, and he slowly controlled the temperature of the smelting liquid to gradually decrease, and when it reached a certain temperature, Lin Qing waved slightly, and another black jade bottle rose into the air, and the purple liquid burst out and sprayed on the fusion liquid, which was the essence of comfrey. At this time, the fusion solution was not boiling, and when the comfrey extract came into contact with the fusion solution, it was instantly inhaled into the fusion solution.

In Dan Xuan's sense, at the moment when the comfrey entered the fusion, the chaotic conflict between the two metal liquids that were still slightly left in the fusion liquid turned out to be invisible in an instant. This was Dan Xuan's fierce surprise.

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After the smelting process, Lin Qing's speed became faster and faster, and the temperature of the flame that was constantly controlled slowly decreased, and at the same time, when the temperature of the smelting liquid dropped to a certain value, Lin Qing would pour the corresponding refining liquid on the smelting liquid, some of the refining liquid would boil suddenly at the moment of addition, and some would make the boiling smelting liquid calm down at the moment of addition.

Dan Xuan's dark eyes stared at Lin Qing's every movement, and his soul perception secretly let go, fully feeling any slight changes in the fusion liquid, but at this time, Dan Xuan deeply realized how difficult it was for the master to refine the mystery......

Just after the refining liquid in the last black jade bottle was perfectly fused into the smelting liquid, Lin Qing slowly exhaled, and his white eyebrows gradually relaxed.

Slowly controlling the temperature of the flame to continue to drop, until the fusion liquid suspended on the Xuanhuo gradually became semi-solidified, Lin Qing's eyes raised slightly, and said to Dan Xuan: "Next, it is to cast ......."

Dan Xuan nodded slightly, his eyes still staring at Lin Qing's every movement.

Lin Qing's right hand was raised slightly, and he quickly swept from right to left, and with a sound of "go", the semi-solid melting liquid suspended above the flame rose in response, and was controlled by Lin Qing's huge soul power and landed on the casting platform.

Lin Qing did not hesitate at all, his hands quickly picked up the small hammer and iron clamp on the cutting board, and began to cast, with the sound of the bell, a dagger-shaped small sword gradually appeared in shape.

In fact, for the refining of the craftsman, the casting link is actually the easiest link, of course, under the premise of not using the rotary casting method. The whirlpool casting method is roughly the same as the whirlwind folding forging method, only one is used for casting, the other is used for forging, the forger is vulgar to strike iron, and casting is a noble casting artifact. However, despite their differences, there are many similarities!

Lin Qing's small eyes stared closely at the dagger with purple light in the black that was gradually taking shape, and the tapping movement in his hand was getting slower and lighter......

After a while, Lin Qing slowly put down the hammer and clamp, and his old eyes looked indifferently at the dagger that had been cast on the cutting board. Lin Qing raised his head slightly, showed a rare smile, and said, "There is still one last item missing—'inscription'." ”

After some nervous casting, Lin Qing's forehead was also slightly moist, although refining a first-order mystical weapon was indeed relatively easy for Lin Qing, but refining a weapon was really quite cumbersome and complicated, even if a high-level artifact master failed when refining some low-level mystical weapons, it was not uncommon for him to fail.

Therefore, every master is preoccupied when refining the mystical artifact, and the slightest distraction may cause the previous work to be wasted and the materials to be destroyed......

Refining up to now, the Xuan Artifact has basically been formed, but it can't withstand the infusion of Xuan Qi, but it is because there is still one of the most important links, the inscription.

Lin Qing's hands flashed, and the dagger that had just been refined appeared accurately on the inscription table, Lin Qing's body shook, and the rickety figure appeared in front of the inscription table, and said to the three apprentices: "After the mysterious weapon is formed, it must be successfully inscribed within a quarter of an hour, otherwise this weapon will never become a mysterious weapon." ”

While speaking, Lin Qing's withered right hand picked up the silver-white inscription pen on the shelf, and then said in a hoarse voice: "This pen name is 'Roland', and it used to depend on me for many years, but now it can only be abandoned on this inscription platform......

Lin Qing seemed to have touched something sad, and a touch of gloom leaked between his gray eyebrows......

After taking a deep breath, the sadness in Lin Qing's eyes was all converved, and then a faint trace of crimson Xuan Qi was instilled into the inscription pen, and the originally dull silver-white inscription pen became shiny and dazzling in an instant, and the originally soft bristles on the tip of the pen actually became firm and upright at the moment of Xuan Qi infusion, and the entire inscription pen exuded a sharp edge.

Lin Qing looked at the inscription pen in his hand, a sad look flashed in his cloudy eyes, and then a phantom flashed, and the inscription pen in Lin Qing's right hand appeared in the inscription liquid.

Lin Qing's right hand slowly drew a circle above the inscription, then drew a circle in the opposite direction, and then gently raised the pen.

When the inscription pen "Roland" appeared in everyone's sight again, Dan Xuan found that the "Roland" pen at this time was sharp, full and round, like a sword that had just been opened, completely abandoning the previous decadence and gloom, like a king, domineering.

Lin Qing's old eyes swept the inscription pen indifferently, and then the wrinkled eyes swelled, and the right hand holding "Roland" moved slowly, when the tip of the "Roland" pen touched the tip of the dagger, Lin Qing inhaled slightly, and then suddenly held back, his eyes moved occasionally, Lin Qing's hand was gone!

Under Lin Qing's control, the silver-white "Roland" slowly moved along the sword body of the dagger according to a certain rhythm, and where the tip of the pen slashed, wisps of white steam slowly rose, Lin Qing's small eyes did not blink a single inch as if they were staring at a peerless treasure, and the movements in his hands did not pause at all.

"The way of the inscription is all in the heart, start the pen with the air, move the pen with the intention, and realize the Tao with the heart, this is the essence of the inscription and ......" Lin Qing spoke to Dan Xuan in a hoarse voice, but the movements in his hands were not chaotic at all, and the movement of the pen was even more smooth and natural.

Lin Qing was able to explain to Dan Xuan at the same time as the inscription, which shows that Lin Qing's achievements in the inscription are quite profound.

Looking at Lin Qing's natural movements, Dan Xuan sincerely felt a sense of beauty, another kind of beauty that could not be felt in calligraphy.

With the rhythmic movement of the pen of "Roland", the large or small words are densely coiled on the sword body of the dagger, and the white light is faintly glowing in the faint white smoke, highlighting the vicissitudes of life and the ancient atmosphere......