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Someone from the Qiu Chan clan has created a quasi-divine soldier of fifty refinements!

Soon, news spread in the village, and I have to say that this is amazing news, but more importantly, the Qiu Chan clan used this quasi-divine weapon in the tribal mountain town to poach some of the stable barters that the Qinglian clan originally had.

Compared with the clans and tribes, such as the many blades created by the Qinglian clan, most of them are bartered to some small sects below the seventh grade, eighth grade or ninth grade, and scattered to cultivate the cave sky, but in the territory of the Luming tribe, and even the eight and nine rank forces not far away, there are only so many, and nearly half of them are divided by the Luming tribe, and the remaining half is fought by the ten major clans under it by their own means.

These redundant blades, generally speaking, the Qinglian clan is used to exchange for some rare beast flesh and blood, rare herbs, or some rare gold, silver, copper and iron, which occupy almost half of the livelihood of the entire clan, if these stable barters are all poached, then the Qinglian clan will be stretched for a long time in the future, maybe survival can be maintained, but many things such as martial arts training, training juniors, etc. will be in trouble, and in the long run, even the Qinglian clan, which has hundreds of years of heritage, will be dragged down by life。

"This is a charcoal in the fire, and the bottom of the kettle is drawn!"

"Those bald heads of the Qiu Zen clan are really not a good thing!"

"This is to cut off the back road of my Qinglian clan, they can't do anything with Shikong, so they will have a black hand behind their backs!"

"It's not a black hand, this is a yang scheme, the craftsmen in their clan have created fifty quasi-divine soldiers, and our Qinglian clan can't create it, even if it's a fool, they know how to choose, but they can't blame those small faction barters, after all, everyone has to survive, and they can get better blades, and in the wilderness, they will naturally have more vitality." ”

There are young people who are not angry, and there are also some old people who are wise and see through the fundamentals, this time, the Qiu Chan clan has made a big move, and it is bright and bright, it depends on whether they Qinglian clan can take it or not.

"It's mostly difficult, although the third uncle has made great progress in casting in recent years, he has never reached the point where he can build a quasi-divine soldier. ”

"Fifty furnaces, if you are not careful, you will destroy the casting, and you need to do it in one go to have the ability to turn decay into magic, otherwise you will give up halfway, and all your efforts will be wasted. ”

A few gray-haired old men sighed, they had seen the third uncle's craftsmanship year after year, and no one knew better than them how difficult it was to build a quasi-divine soldier.

Fifty Refined Quasi-Divine Soldiers!

A ray of essence flashed in Shi Kong's eyes, in the past few days, he had been forging pig iron in the Ancient God Domain, and he had been able to hammer ninety-six times in a row, only four times short, and he could reach hundreds.

At this moment, deep in the village, in a large stone house.

A man-tall forge burned, and the red flames danced at the mouth of the furnace, licking the anvil in front of it, burning it red.

At this time, the third uncle was squatting on the steps in front of the stone house, his brows were deeply locked, and his fists smashed the steps beside him one after another, looking very anxious and absent-minded.

Several sturdy clansmen stood on the side with a sledgehammer, and they all gritted their teeth, and after a few breaths, one of the clansmen finally couldn't hold it back, and threw the bamboo basket on his back to the ground, and said angrily: "Damn Qiu Chan clan, a bunch of dead bald donkeys, why didn't the old monk of the ancient temple who crossed their ancestors directly cross him to the west sky, leaving behind these things that will only knock people!"

"What bald donkeys, are they worthy? Drinking wine and eating meat, marrying wives and having children, they are not complete, which precepts of the monks have been observed, jokes, a group of fake monks, all reciting the Sutra of Wine and Meat!"

"Those few little factions are not things, which time we didn't give them a few more good weapons, and now that they have better ones, they will unload the mill and kill the donkey, which is really not a little benevolent. ”

One opening, the other clansmen couldn't bear it, and scolded loudly, in fact, they just used such a way to relieve the anxiety in their hearts, once their Qinglian clan's blade can't be bartered, it will be a huge blow to the entire clan, and in the long run, even if their Qinglian clan does not fall apart, it is definitely not far behind.

"Shut up!"

After half a burnt incense, the third uncle drank heavily, Huo Di got up, his fists were clenched, his arms were bent, and he said coldly: "Lao Tzu doesn't believe it, Lao Tzu can't fight a quasi-divine soldier!"

"Open the furnace! Pull the bellows!"

"Yes!"

When several strong men heard this, their spirits immediately perked up, as long as the three elders created a quasi-divine weapon, and begged for the Zen clan's move, they would not be able to attack themselves, in fact, they also understood that those small factions Dongtian had not done anything wrong, only better blades could make them better survive in the crisis-ridden wilderness, this was not a choice, just to survive.

Soon, with the help of several middle-aged clansmen, the fire in the forge in the stone house became more and more vigorous, and the anvil was red, almost crystalline, because of the long-term forging, even the impurities in the anvil were beaten clean.

Clang!

The anvil trembled, a loud sound of gold and iron, the third uncle waved a large iron hammer that was one person high, and smashed it on a piece of pig iron the size of a palm, and in an instant, sparks splashed, and several clansmen all widened their eyes.

Clang!

There was another heavy thrashing sound, the third uncle's expression was calm, his eyes were unprecedentedly condensed, he carefully adjusted the direction of his shot, grasped the strength, and could not have the slightest deviation.

The initial pig iron was too fragile to withstand the beating at all, and later, as the impurities in it were constantly beaten and refined, it became stronger and stronger, and it also took more effort, but before quenching, its toughness would only become more and more fragile, so with the increase in the number of beatings, for a soldier, the spiritual consumption was undoubtedly huge.

......

Soon, the third uncle beat more than ten times, the pig iron that was originally the size of a palm became red and gorgeous, almost shrunk by half, and a large amount of gray impurities turned into green smoke, and its quality slowly became transparent.

After half a cup of tea, the pig iron shrunk by half again, and there were already twenty times.

Every strong man held his breath, not daring to disturb the slightest, and no one noticed that at some point, a young man came in front of the stone house.

Looking at the sweaty third uncle in the stone house, Shi Kong frowned slightly, he clearly captured that the third uncle's breathing had been slightly disturbed, and he had only beaten it twenty times......

Twenty-five times!

Call!

The third uncle inhaled, the scorching air was swallowed into his abdomen, intermittently, he frowned slightly, obviously also aware of the instability of his breath, but at this time, he couldn't give up halfway, and it was still half a full half away from the fifty of the quasi-divine soldiers.

Clang!

Twenty-sixth, twenty-eighth, thirty-first...... Thirty-five times!

The third uncle's hands holding the handle of the hammer were raised, his fingertips trembled slightly, he began to breathe, his chest and abdomen rose and fell, different from normal training, if it was a normal time, the three-stone hammer in his hand, even if he swung it hundreds of times in a row, his breath would not be disordered at all, but wrought iron was different, especially the stacking and hammering, every hammer fell, it was a great consumption for the spirit, dozens of times, as strong as he was a little unbearable.

Thirty-sixth! Thirty-seventh! Thirty-nine!

Forty times!

Everyone's eyes were bright, they had already forged forty times, and if they were forged ten more times, they could be refined into a piece of quasi-divine iron!

Taking a few deep breaths in a row, the forty-first hammer, the third uncle did not fall for a long time, the time interval of this forging, at most, could not exceed ten breaths, in these ten breaths, he constantly adjusted his breathing, and tried to make his heart sink, throw away foreign objects, and carefully grasp every trace of strength between his fingers.

Clang!

In the tenth breath, the third uncle waved the sledgehammer, and on the anvil, a spark rose, bright as fireworks.

It's the forty-first time!

His eyes lit up, in the past, he had failed at most forty times, but today he encountered pressure, which actually forced him to make a breakthrough, which has to be said to be a kind of luck.

By the forging furnace, several clansmen pulling the bellows also looked at each other, and their hearts were excited, they knew better than anyone else about the skills of the three elders, and they also knew what this forty-first hammer portended.

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