The three formations were successfully connected, and Wang Yong connected the third formation in the same way, and when the true qi was injected, the formation only flickered slightly and then stopped moving. Wang Yong thought about it, changed the three formations into a combination, and then injected true qi.

Wang Yong was pleasantly surprised to find that the last formation really exuded a trace of fighting spirit. Wang Yong opened the stone door again, and let Carl, who was still standing at the door in a daze, input fighting qi into the first formation, and the last formation unsurprisingly exuded repeated true qi.

Wang Yong was overjoyed in his heart, and regardless of Carl, who didn't know why, he ran to the refining furnace after closing the stone door, and began to think about refining flying swords that could also be used by others.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Yong finally decided to refine two kinds of flying swords, that is, flying swords that did not enter the stream.

The first is for the Douqi profession, and the material of the sword blank does not need to be too particular, as long as some general magic metal is mixed in the steel billet.

Wang Yong planned to use Mithril, because this magic metal has the best ability to transmit energy, and the territory has the most reserves, so there is no need to go out and buy it.

And there is not so much need for the formations on this flying sword, after Wang Yong's scrutiny, he selected four of the formations from those formations on his flying sword, plus the formation of energy conversion for a total of five. And these five groups of formations don't need to be carved nine groups as much, as long as the five groups of formations are engraved, so that the energy infused into them can be circulated.

The performance of this flying sword is only used for flying and manually chopping people, and to put it bluntly, it is just a simple flying tool. The other kind of flying sword is for magicians, and the quality is also better. Because the spiritual power of the magician is similar to the divine sense, and it can be released from the body after hard practice, Wang Yong added a sword function on the basis of flying, so that the magician can also control the flying sword for long-range physical attacks like himself. In this way, mages with flying swords have an additional means of dealing ranged physical damage in addition to magic.

Wang Yong also planned to add some magic arrays to the outer layer of this flying sword. Make it also function as a wand, so that the mage can completely dispense with the wand and just use the flying sword.

As for allowing the flying sword to change its volume, Wang Yong thought about it or forget it, firstly, it was troublesome, secondly, there was no material, and with the spirit void ring, the flying sword would not delay anything at all.

After thinking about it, Wang Yong walked out of the stone gate first. Let Carl go back to the base and get three or two tons of scrap metal, and then see if he can find an idle magician to bring it with him.

After Carl left in a hurry, Wang Yong returned to the refining furnace, took out a large amount of Mithril, processed it into a sword blank three feet long, three fingers wide, and one centimeter thick, and then carved a magic circle on it.

Because of the experience of one time, and the number of magic circles has been reduced by more than half, the difficulty has also been reduced a lot. Therefore, Wang Yong felt that it didn't take much effort to complete the production of the sword blank.

Wang Yong went out for a turn, and saw that Carl hadn't come back yet, and Cara and they were still practicing fighting qi and fighting skills, so they had to return to the material warehouse that was occupied by themselves. Continue to make sword blanks.

Wang Yong was ruthless, and all the Mithril in his hand was made into sword blanks, and then he stopped.

Wang Yong counted the sword blanks piled up into a small mountain, and there were more than thirty sword blanks used in the fighting spirit. And the sword blank used by the magician is similar.

Looking at this large pile of Mithril, Wang Yong couldn't help but feel a pain in his flesh, if he sold so much Mithril. At least one hundred or twenty thousand gold coins can be sold, and two hundred thousand gold coins in this world is enough to build a small city.

Wang Yong stretched his waist and walked out of the material warehouse, just in time to see Carl panting and running over, Wang Yong asked with a slap on his face: "Why have you been going for so long, are you doing something bad?"

Carl knew that Wang Yong was joking, and after taking a few breaths, he explained: "It's not that I want to delay time, it's that Phoebe and Shirley have to pull me to ask for your news, and let me bring a message, saying that if you don't go back, they will pick on them." Also, I didn't find a mage who was idle. ”

Wang Yong didn't care about the magician, but asked in surprise: "Let me go back?"

Karl shrugged and said, "I don't know, they didn't tell me." ”

Wang Yong suddenly remembered a key question, and hurriedly asked Carl: "How many days have I been here?

Karl looked stunned and said, "Boss, you've been here for almost twenty days, and today is April 12th. ”

Wang Yong patted his forehead and said, "Damn, it's been almost twenty days, no wonder Phoebe and them let me go back." "Wang Yong only took ten days off when he came out, and now it has been several days overdue, and it is time to go back.

But seeing Karl's expectant look, he decided to stay one more day, refine a few garbage flying swords for these turtles, and go back early tomorrow morning. Wang Yong was afraid of losing time, so he used telepathy to remind Xiao Hei when it dawned tomorrow.

This time, Wang Yong pulled Carl to bring the refining furnace with him, and asked Carl to throw the scrap iron he brought into the refining furnace.

Carl knew that Wang Yong was going to refine flying swords for himself and others, and he worked extremely hard, and filled the refining furnace with the scrap iron he brought in three strokes.

Wang Yong saw the whole process in his eyes, and saw that Carl took out all kinds of things, everything, broken kitchen knives, rotten hoes, broken pots, scrapped shields, etc. The most infuriating thing is that in the miscellaneous pile of rags, there is actually an iron night pot, which made Wang Yong feel disgusted for a while, and when the refining furnace was full, he couldn't wait to open the fire throat.

With the continuous heating, the broken iron in the refining furnace began to melt, only to see the white smoke billowing in the refining furnace, after passing through the purification circle at the mouth of the furnace, there was actually a strange smell, so it can be imagined how many impurities exist in these scrap iron.

An hour later, Wang Yong had already opened six fire throats, but less than half of the molten iron was left in the refining furnace. Wang Yong said to Carl, "Throw as much scrap iron as you have in your ring, and then call me when it all melts into molten iron." After saying that, regardless of the heat here, he fell on the futon that had not been put away and began to fall asleep.

I don't know how long it took, Karl was sweating profusely and carefully woke up Wang Yong. Wang Yong rubbed his eyes and asked, "It's all right?" Karl nodded.

Wang Yong got up and moved his muscles and bones, his mind was also a lot clearer, and he walked to the refining furnace to take a look, and found that the molten iron in it was only two-thirds, but it was much purer than the molten iron before sleeping.

Wang Yong nodded with satisfaction, and subconsciously asked, "How much scrap iron did you bring here?"

Karl replied: "Almost five tons." ”

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, and asked curiously: "Didn't you ask you to take two or three tons? Why did you bring so much?"

Karl shrugged his shoulders and said, "That's what I told Steward Hal as well, but when I got to the warehouse, Steward Hal pointed to this small pile of scrap metal, and he said that it would be difficult to count, so he asked me to bring it all." ”

Wang Yong was even more puzzled, thought for a while and asked, "What do you mean by a small pile of scrap iron? Could it be that there is a lot of scrap iron in the warehouse?"

Carl nodded affirmatively and said, "It's a lot, I went to the largest warehouse in the base, and I think it's almost full of scrap metal." As for the other warehouses, I don't know. ”

Wang Yong nodded while guessing why there was so much scrap iron in just a few days. In the end, Wang Yong thinks that it should be purchased by Mori, they have a heron to travel, saving a lot of time to travel, plus the world does not pay attention to the reuse of scrap iron, which also leads to the fact that every family has a little scrap iron, and it is easy for Mori to buy, and it is normal to run back and forth a few more times, and it is normal to fill the warehouse.

Wang Yong shook his head and put aside his distracting thoughts, and according to the best steel formula provided by the dwarves, he threw a lot of alchemy materials and other ores into the refining furnace, and even threw in a large piece of heptane gold, which was famous for its sharp gold, to improve the sharpness of the refined flying sword.

After the molten iron and other materials were completely fused, Wang Yong asked Carl to help, and the two of them took out all the molten iron in the refining furnace and put it into the ring.

After that, Wang Yong took out another sword blank and threw it into the refining furnace, preheated it and poured in a lot of molten steel, and used his divine sense to control the molten steel to wrap the sword blank, and then cool it down. After the molten steel solidified and formed, Wang Yong took out a big sword more than one meter long, four fingers wide and half a finger thick, and placed it on a shelf next to it to cool.

Then, Wang Yong took out another sword blank and repeated the process just now.

With the number of repetitions, Wang Yong became more and more proficient, and later, in order to save time, Wang Yong simply refined two or three together. It is said to be refined, but in fact, it is just to add a solid shell to the sword blank.

When Wang Yong added all the sword blanks to the shell, Xiao Hei also sent a message reminding Wang Yongtian that it was already dawn. Wang Yong looked at the large row of garbage flying swords on the shelf, and he still felt a sense of accomplishment.

Wang Yong walked to the shelf and pinched a magic duel and hit a big sword, this magic duel is to let the sword blank in the flying sword and the external material be fused through the magic circle inside, only after this step, the flying sword can be regarded as truly refined.

Picking up the flying sword used by the fighting spirit, Wang Yong looked at it carefully. This big sword is thinner than the big sword of this world, but the weight is heavier, and the edge is not very sharp, but it can be polished and cut by himself again, overall, Wang Yong is still very satisfied. Wang Yong pinched the magic duel again, hitting a flying sword for magicians, and after the sword blank inside and the external material fused, Wang Yong picked up the flying sword again and looked at it.

This flying sword for the magician Wang Yong spent a lot of thought, this flying sword is about two and a half feet long, about two fingers wide, about half a centimeter thick, the sword body is bright silver, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wings, and it is extremely sharp at a glance. Wang Yong's proudest thing is the tip of the sword, the position of the tip of the sword has a notch three centimeters wide and ten centimeters long, extending from the tip of the sword along the middle line of the flying sword to the direction of the hilt, forming two sword tips almost one finger wide, which looks a bit like the blood drinking sword in the online game. (To be continued.) )