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Fifty medium-sized red flame divine iron are piled up together, crystal red, the glow is flowing, and the wisps of rui qi are intertwined into mist, and you can even faintly feel a kind of breath, this is the initial birth of the spirituality of the divine iron, and he began to try to contact the heaven and earth, and the third uncle knew that after the divine soldier was cast, the spirit was introverted, and unless it was the master of the soldier urging, it would no longer show a vision.

Despite this, so many Red Flame Divine Iron still made the third uncle a little trance, everyone was originally at a loss, but it was resolved within a day, which really had to make him sigh, maybe this is the coexistence of calamity and creation, there is a calamity, there is a calamity, there is vitality in the destruction, yin and yang are combined, when can it be extremely Tailai.

"It's really tempered, fifty Red Flame Divine Iron!"

"It's not an inferior Red Flame Divine Iron, it's a medium Red Flame Divine Iron. ”

In front of the stone house, there was a soldier who couldn't help biting his tongue, tears flowed down in pain, medium red flame divine iron, looking at the entire Luming tribe, that was only forged by the elder-level divine blacksmith of the Lu family, and right now, in front of them, a young man had achieved a situation that was difficult for them to achieve in this life in just half a day.

"I'll leave the rest to you. ”

Shi Kong nodded to the third uncle, and went straight to the corner of the stone house to sit down cross-legged, and then his eyes were slightly closed, and the Qinglian Mind was working, calming the mind and calming the qi, restoring the intense spirit, and calming the restless and surging qi and blood.

Taking a deep breath, the third uncle came to the front of the forging furnace, looking at the fifty crystalline Red Flame Divine Iron on the anvil, he didn't expect that he would be able to have a day of forging a quasi-divine soldier, or a mouth that might become a medium Red Flame Divine Soldier.

Holding his three-stone hammer again, the third uncle's mind, suddenly appeared every inch of the trajectory of Shikong swinging the fire jade hammer before, he faintly felt that Shikong's tempering technique was very unusual, maybe the other clansmen did not find it, but when he was so close to the blacksmith's cunzài, it was natural to see that although Shikong seemed to be different from each hammer, the strength of the operation was also different, and even the trajectory of the hammer did not coincide, but from beginning to end, there was only one hammer!

One hammer, tempered out of the medium Red Flame Divine Weapon, one hammer, tempered out of fifty medium Red Flame Divine Iron, did not fail once.

This is simply a state of divine skill for tempering, in the third uncle's cognition, at least among the several divine blacksmiths he has seen, no one has been able to do it, and in the ten tempering, even if it is the most smooth, it can only be tempered out of six quasi-divine irons.

Slowly closing his eyes, the third uncle was in his mind, full of the figure of the stone sky swinging the fire jade hammer, I don't know how long it took, when he opened his eyes again, the sun was setting, and only a piece of residual red was left in the sky.

Call!

The big hammer moved, and the figure of the third uncle gave the many soldiers guarding in front of the stone house a little illusion in an instant, as if it was not the third elder who was standing in front of the forging furnace, but the young man who wielded the fire jade hammer before, but after an instant, many soldiers shook their heads in their hearts, and then looked carefully, but it was obvious that the three elders lacked that kind of mysterious and mysterious charm, and they had no shape.

Despite this, it has also made many soldiers envious, they have also observed before, but they have not been able to grasp a single point, but now it seems that the three elders have understood, although not much, but they have also made a lot of changes.

Clang!

With a loud hammer sound, fifty pieces of Red Flame Divine Iron were smashed into a piece of condensed discus almost instantly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of continuous hammering was united in this armor shop, but for the Great Elder and the others who had just arrived not far away, it seemed to be another sound.

"No! not the third child!"

After only a few breaths, the Seventh Uncle shook his head, different from the magnificent tempering sound they had heard before, lacking that kind of verve.

"Yes, it's definitely not the third. ”

This is the sixth elder spoke, he hesitated: "I used to strike iron, worked as a soldier for two days, this is by no means the third, it was him at first, then it was not him, and now it is him again, most of the time in between, who is it?"

His gaze swept over several middle-aged soldiers in front of the stone house, and he quickly shook his head, he knew very well the forging skills of these clansmen, compared to the third one, it was far inferior, needless to say that the previous Chongxiao Chixia was clearly tempered with medium red flame divine iron, looking at the divine blacksmith in the entire Luming tribe, I am afraid that only that one can do it.

Could it be that the elder is there in person?

The six elders quickly dispelled this thought, that one divine blacksmith, even if he had an extraordinary status in the entire Lu family, was very rebellious, even if there was a strong person in his clan who lit the divine fire to obtain a quasi-divine weapon, it was not so easy, let alone his Qinglian Clan, what could attract that one, and he would not hesitate to condescend to help his Qinglian Clan temper the divine iron and tide over the difficulties.

"Wait, that's, Ishiku!"

The seventh uncle was stunned, and he snorted, and suddenly, the eyes of the elders also fell into the arsenal shop in the direction of his gaze.

I saw a corner of the stone house, the stone sky sat cross-legged, there was a faint purple light floating around the body, like a fog, like the smoke in the lotus pond in the morning light, there is a quiet and peaceful charm. However, if Uncle Seventh has derived sword qi and condensed sword momentum, he can still vaguely capture that in that purple light, there is a trace of unparalleled sharp qi.

"How could it be him?"

The sixth elder hesitated, such as the middle-aged soldiers in the clan, they were all outside the stone house, and only Shi Kong was in the corner of the armory shop, which had to make him suspicious.

Soon, however, a warmaker who sensed their arrival approached, and was a little incoherent, but he finally made it clear.

"Really, it's him!"

The Sixth Elder let out a low sigh, his eyes were full of disbelief, it was not even an inferior Red Flame Divine Iron, but a medium-grade Red Flame Divine Iron that was rare in the entire territory of the Luming Tribe, it was actually from the hand of a young man like Shi Kong, it was hard to imagine how such a young man who had been practicing for less than five years could have such exquisite forging skills, as if he had been given a divine gift.

After a brief shock, Uncle Seven shook his head, for Shi Kong, since they chose to accept, they had to accept what he had, whether it was the past, present, or future.

Several elders pondered for a moment, and they all gave up some thoughts and didn't think too much about it.

"This time, hit the snake and hit seven inches, and if you want to hit it, you will be killed!"

The eldest elder spoke, the eldest elder of the clan had a fierce look in his eyes, and the grievances with the Qiu Chan clan have been around for a long time, this clan has an empty Buddha name, but it is competitive everywhere, and it is difficult to fill the desire, he Qinglian clan has been tolerating for many years, but he did not expect to exchange for today's evil consequences.

"Yes, if you want to fight, you will die!"

The seventh uncle and the others nodded one after another, this Qiu Chan clan obviously didn't remember it, and this time it almost made his Qinglian clan fall apart, so there was no need to show mercy.

......

Two hours passed.

The bright moon hung high, the moonlight was like water, sprinkled all over the Qinglian clan, and at this time, in the arsenal shop, the rui qi was like weaving, the red glow was like flowing water, and there was an indescribable depressing atmosphere entrenched.

It was a divine iron sword three feet and six inches long, crystal flawless, the sword was two and a half fingers wide, and wisps of Ruixia flowed in the sword body, although it had not yet been completely formed, it was already unconsciously giving birth to a trembling sound, obviously, this initial birth of divinity was already very extraordinary.

In front of the forging furnace, the third uncle was pale, sweating like rain, for the forging of the Red Flame Divine Iron, he was still the first time, although it was only two hours, but it was more exhausting than the whole day of forging in the past, without him, the Divine Iron was too strong, during this period, he even changed three casting hammers, and only then did he barely forge this Divine Iron Sword into shape.

Laugh at!

The Divine Iron Sword fell into the quenched mountain spring, and a cloud of smoke rose like a cloud, but soon, the third uncle changed color, because where was the smoke, there was a sharp qi condensed like a substance.

Rumble!

The next moment, the smoke was like a sword, piercing through the entire arsenal shop, and the stones pierced through the air, and the air waves rolled, throwing several soldiers in front of the stone house out at once.

Stepping back two steps and standing still, the third uncle looked at the top of his head again, and shook his head with some tears and laughter, this time, it was completely lifted the top of his arsenal shop. (Ask for recommendation votes, ask for collections!)