complained in his heart, but Lin Chenxing had to continue to flicker on the surface.

He can only guide, not speak, otherwise how can he explain the source of those theories? Even guiding him can't be too obvious, too sure!

"Although real gold is not afraid of fire, but if the temperature is high enough, real gold will also turn into juice! Why didn't Elder Wei try to quench the spiritual iron with a fierce fire first, and then switch to a low fire to warm it, just like the master in the canteen stewed old chicken soup? In order to guide Elder Wei to his train of thought without letting him see the clues, Lin Chenxing used all his tricks and added all kinds of nonsense.

"Hmph, how can the old man's dignified refiner be compared to a chef who stews soup?"

Elder Wei's eyes widened when he heard that Lin Chenxing actually compared the Pregnancy Cultivation Spirit Iron to stewed chicken soup, but he was not really angry.

Obviously, he also felt that what Lin Chenxing said made some sense, and it was worth trying, after all, he was already making all kinds of attempts, and it didn't matter if there was more.

"Hehe, Elder Wei is angry, the refiner is naturally not comparable to the chef of the canteen, but this is not much worse! The kid just knows that first boiling on high heat, and then low heat to taste, such a soup is the best! ”

Lin Chenxing also felt a little bit of Elder Wei's temper, hehe smiled, although his mouth was nonsense, but openly and secretly he was guiding Elder Wei to change the temperature of the pregnancy and cultivation spirit iron.

"You kid has some point! That's it, I'll have chicken soup once! Elder Wei stood in place and pondered for a moment before speaking.

Lin Chenxing was overjoyed when he heard this, but Lieshan was a little confused.

"This stinky boy...... When did the master fool so well? ”

"Why are you stunned, you can't come to help!" Elder Wei yelled at the Burning Mountain.

"Hey, it's coming!"

Elder Wei was fully armed, and personally put the four pieces of spirit iron into the four furnace pots, and then adjusted the fire gate to control the temperature at the same temperature that Lin Chenxing had used when he first came here.

"Go and practice your Fire Refining Nine Forms, the old man will personally guard it tonight!" After getting all this done, Elder Wei said directly to Lin Chenxing.

"Yes, thank you, Elder!"

"Master, are you really going to do what this kid says?" Lie Shan looked puzzled, looked at Lin Chenxing, who had already entered the Fire Refining Ninth Form cultivation in the distance, and said.

"Yes!" Elder Wei closed his eyes and sat cross-legged not far from the Ding Furnace.

"But this kid isn't even a forger......"

"What if you try it? I've been trying for half a year, and I still care about this time? ”

Elder Wei who closed his eyes was immortal wind bones, and Elder Wei who opened his eyes was revealed.

In a word, coupled with a glare, Lieshan obediently closed his mouth, didn't dare to talk nonsense, and went to the smelting table to work on his own.

With Elder Wei and Lieshan present, Lin Chenxing naturally stopped after just conducting a fire refinery. For the sake of caution, he didn't even practice the Basic Evolution Technique, and this was the first time he had allowed his body to recover on its own after the fire refinement.

Until the next morning, he could still feel the burning pain in the tendons in his body. And this also made him truly understand how low the efficiency of fire refining would be without the assistance of the "Basic Evolution Technique".

"It's now!"

When the hour came, Elder Wei, who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, stood up, walked in three or two steps to a furnace, and lowered the fire door by two percent.

Then he came to a nearby furnace and directly adjusted the fire door by fifty percent, and then he adjusted the third furnace Ding fire door by as much as eighty percent.

As for the last one left, it still maintains its original temperature and is reserved for comparison.

"Well, this time it's still twenty days! Leave it to the two of you! ”

"Yes, Master (Elder)!" Lin Chenxing and Lieshan respectfully received their orders at the same time!

After giving a word, Elder Wei left here directly.

"Senior brother, you can also go back and rest, I'll watch here!" Lin Chenxing saw that Lieshan was still here, and spoke.

"No, it's mine during the day!" Lieshan refused.

"Okay then, senior brother has worked hard! I'll go back first, come in the afternoon! ”

"Yes!"

July 23rd, cloudy, windy!

This was the fifteenth day of Elder Wei's pregnancy and cultivation of Lingtie after listening to Lin Chenxing's opinion.

In the small courtyard, Lin Chenxing was practicing the word "quasi", and when he stabbed his sword into the small circle in the bull's-eye, the wind in the sky just changed direction, blowing from behind him, following the direction of his sword, towards the target made of wooden tables!

Feeling the strong wind blowing through his arm, Lin Chenxing subconsciously changed the direction of the sword slightly, no longer the original angle, but by feeling, stabbing straight out in the direction of the wind!

Suddenly, Lin Chenxing felt as if there was an extra thrust on the long sword in his hand, and the speed of the sword stabbing directly soared by more than one percent.

With a bang, the skyrocketing speed of the long sword pierced the table for more than three minutes!

This deviation in depth was completely beyond Lin Chenxing's control.

After a few months of practice, at this time, he has been able to accurately control the long sword in his hand, the long sword slash, the left and right errors will not exceed three centimeters, and the depth error of the stabbing is also within five centimeters!

However, at this time, he really didn't bother to think about the deviation in the accuracy of this sword, because he had just felt an even more wonderful feeling!

"That feeling ......"

Maintaining the action of the long sword piercing into the bull's-eye, Lin Chenxing savored the feeling of that moment just now in his mind, and tried his best to grasp that trace of inspiration!

After a few breaths, he moved!

In the strong wind, the long sword in Lin Chenxing's hand was either chopping or slashing, sweeping or stabbing, but it was the swordsmanship he had practiced for a long time, "Thirteen Styles of Splitting the Wind".

It's just that at this time, if there is a martial artist who is familiar with this sword technique watching from the side, you will find that although Lin Chenxing's moves are coherent and natural, and there is no stagnation between the moves, the order of his moves is completely chaotic!

The different sword moves of the Thirteen Styles of Splitting Wind were unleashed at will in his hands, and each time he took out his sword, it followed the direction of the air flow around his body that was disturbed by him, and his sword became faster and faster under the blessing of these tiny air currents, until it became a phantom!

"That's what Splitting Wind is all about!"

"It's not just ripping airflow!"

"It's about tearing the air currents for your own use!"

"Let the flow of air stirred by the sword technique become a boost to the sword, not a resistance!"

Thinking about these passes, Lin Chenxing's speed of sword release was even faster, and judging by his momentum, this was far from the limit!

One sword, one sword!

One move, one move!

The strong wind in the air was still strong, but the wind around Lin Chenxing's body had been torn to pieces by his long sword, and under the guidance of his long sword, it had turned into a small stream of air that helped him draw his sword!

This is the "Thirteen Styles of Splitting the Wind" in the realm of Dacheng!