After the small gathering of the six people, they began to cultivate again. And Fan Wu naturally chose the Alchemy Hall, and went to the Alchemy Hall to thank the deacon for making a promise, and also asked the deacon elder to thank the peak master on his behalf.

Fan Wu occasionally misses Fan Zhen and Mr. Chi, but it has been a long time since there has been news.

"Wu'er, this bird has sent you, let it recognize you as the master, if we are too far apart in the future, you can write to me. "When Fan Wu was studying in the refining hall for the third week, Yang Yu'er came to Fan Wu with a little yellow bird.

"This is your domesticated bird? Fan Wu said in surprise.

"Yes, I didn't even give it to Jiulang, sister, I'm okay to you. Yang Yuer raised her head to reveal her slender neck, looking like she was about to praise me.

"Sister, you're so good, Sister Yu'er just loves me. Fan Wu looked at Yang Yu'er with doting eyes and said coquettishly. secretly sighed, feeling that being with Yu'er would immediately become a child.

According to Yang Yu'er's instructions, Fan Wu fed it with a drop of essence and blood mixed with pills every day, and after seven days, he recognized the Lord as successful. It's just that since then, the little yellow bird has been bitter, and it has also made Fan Wu very sad.

Yang Yu'er had to use birds to communicate in the sect, and as a result, she often interrupted Fan Wu's cultivation. If it is not sent back in time, Yang Yuer will use the summons to ask Fan Wu what he is doing, and if he does not reply to the summons, Yujian will run to Fan Wu's residence to take a look.

Fortunately, after Fan Wu finally decided to be in the Refining Hall, he lived in a cultivation cave mansion in Shifeng, and there was a separate prohibition.

It will no longer be like the previous bamboo building.

At the end of the fourth week, Yang Yu'er seemed to be learning a new method of beast control, and the enthusiasm that harassed her slowly cooled down.

Fan Wu ended his theoretical knowledge and began to practice.

Fan Wu and several disciples followed the Dharma Transmission Elder into a cave, and in the cave, they also experienced a teleportation before they reached the place where the weapon was refined.

The oncoming heat hit his face, as if his hairs had been burned and curled.

A few people did not use spiritual power to cover them, and the Dharma Transmission Elder specially said it before entering the cave. Because this fire burns the aura, and here, the aura is the thing that ignites the fire.

Fan Wu was extremely surprised when she heard this, because she had never heard of a flame that would use aura as a trigger.

This also seems to be a big secret of the Refining Hall, and everyone who hears it has made a demon oath.

Along the cave, there was a refining room every other way around the cave, and several people gathered in an unmanned room to watch the elders demonstrate.

"If there is a formation in the cave, there will be no aura, and the aura that has been cultivated in your body must be controlled. Elder Zhang, who was teaching the Fa, frightened, said, "In the past, there were disciples who used to refine their weapons and used themselves as firewood, so you should do it yourself." ”

"Today, you will take a look at the process of refining my longsword. As he spoke, he walked to the table next to the wall and picked up an iron ingot, "The standard long sword has an exact weight, so the iron ingot you use to refine the sword should not be too different in weight." ”

"However, an iron ingot in the sect is basically made into two standard long swords, so you don't have to worry too much. Elder Zhang weighed the iron ingot, "Your senior brother has already explained the process of refining weapons. Although it is troublesome, it is only to smelt the material to the right point, then plasticize it to get the desired shape, and start forging it, and solidify the material to remove the knots. ”

As he spoke, the iron ingot in his hand was thrown into the refining furnace, and a cloud of spiritual energy was released, opening the formation flame to rise, and at the same time revealing the scene inside the refining furnace.

I saw that the iron ingots were suspended in the refining furnace, and as the flame gradually melted, even some impurities were cauterized and fell, and finally formed a bright red viscous solution, which flowed and gathered in the slightly transparent flame.

Elder Zhang's handprint turned, and his right hand turned into a sword finger, pointing at the red solution flowing into the glittering mold along the pipe of the refining furnace, "This is the simplest standard long sword, the mold has a depicting formation, but if you refine your own weapons in the future, you need to engrave the required magic circle by yourself, and even powerful spiritual weapons and even treasures need to be described." ”

After speaking, Elder Zhang himself shook his head, "That's all a legend, and now there are very few Heavenly Rank Spirit Weapons." ”

In the process of solidifying the molten iron, Elder Zhang took out a piece of hemlock wood and threw it into the refining furnace, and the flame rose again, melting it.

At this time, the molten iron had already solidified eighty percent, and Elder Zhang controlled the flow of the viscous solution made of iron-shirted wood into the hilt of the sword. Fan Wu watched Elder Zhang turn the iron sword over like a pancake again, and at this time, the hilt of the sword was already wrapped in iron shirt wood juice.

Fan Wu sensitively found that the residual temperature of the hilt of the iron sword was lower than that of the iron shirt wood juice, and it melted slightly after being infiltrated by the iron shirt wood juice, and the change in temperature during the period made the two combine better.

After the molten iron was completely solidified, Elder Zhang raised his hand to pull the iron sword and dip it into the small cold pool on one side.

"Sneer......"

The temperature of the iron sword quickly dropped under the action of the cold water, and a puff of white smoke came out.

Under the alternating effect of hot and cold, the iron sword was slightly deformed, but there were no potholes, Elder Zhang picked up the long sword and said, "The formation engraved in the sword has the formation of 'solid', so it is very rare to be destroyed. ”

Coming to the forging platform on the side, Elder Zhang picked up the sledgehammer he was equipped with, rounded his arm and began to pound, and sparks splashed on the iron sword.

Fan Wu watched each step intently, and the jade slip in his hand began to record Elder Zhang's steps from the moment he entered the forging room.

The Divine Sense also let go of observing the details, just to avoid the others. Even without Fan Zhen's entrustment, Fan Wu subconsciously didn't want people to know about her extraordinary sense.

As for the others, Fan Wu glanced at them from the corner of his eye, the men were fine, most of them were very serious, and some of them were very excited; some women saw Elder Zhang roll up his sleeves and pick up the sledgehammer, their brows were furrowed, and even a few squeamish women showed disgusted expressions.

It's unabashed. Fan Wu thought to himself.

Then he ignored it.

Elder Zhang's beating was not fast, but every step was just right, and the long sword was quickly forged, and in the process of forging, the long sword was polished from a rough embryo with a trace of the brilliance of the spirit sword, even if it was not opened, it also had a trace of sharpness.

Immediately, Elder Zhang threw the iron sword into the cold pool again, making a sneering sound, and Fan Wu's eyes lit up slightly.

A few teenagers also let out a startled sound, and then some people also understood the reason like Fan Wu.

Elder Zhang glanced at a few people, "See, the power of forging must be large enough, otherwise it will not be able to achieve this effect, this is 'forging', not making a rough embryo like some people." ”

After Elder Zhang finished speaking, he took out the long sword and wiped off the water stains and rust-colored impurities on the sword with a cloth.

"Next up is the striker. ”

Elder Zhang seems to have changed at this time, no longer a high-ranking elder, but like those blacksmiths in the mortal world who have been fighting iron all their lives, but Elder Zhang is different from those ordinary people, Fan Wu doesn't understand, but he can feel it, this is the kind of attachment to the instrument.

Fan Wu suddenly had an enlightenment, the way of the instrument, not only forging but also devotion, like, just like his own heartfelt attachment to those things in his previous life, in his heart it is the most beautiful in the world and the only one in the world.

It is the embodiment of those things that we are attached to.

Fan Wu's Dao, it turned out that he had been vaguely touched in his previous life, but here, at this moment, he suddenly "realized"!

Elder Zhang found out what was going on behind it, but he didn't stop, he continued to sharpen his sword and open his head at his own pace, and even slowed down a little in order to prolong the timing of Fan Wu's enlightenment. By the way, I felt the clear way of the instrument at this moment, and I didn't stop until Fan Wu was sober.

Elder Zhang looked at Fan Wu with uncontrollable joy in his eyes, "The children can be taught, the children can be taught, hahaha......" Elder Zhang flicked his long sleeves, "Today's class is over, go back, practice again tomorrow, practice again tomorrow." Hahaha....."

Everyone was confused and stood in place at a loss. Fan Wu happily followed Elder Zhang out behind.

On the same day, Fan Wu sorted out his feelings. Recalling, at that moment, the knowledge of the way of the instrument flowed in front of him, but Fan Wu could only grasp part of it, and even if he did, he didn't fully understand it. Fan Wu used the way of combing knowledge on weekdays, and recorded them in jade slips in different categories, separating those who understood, and putting them together in order to prevent forgetting and facilitate comprehension.

In addition to Fan Wu, Elder Zhang couldn't wait to start recording the comprehension after telling the peak master.

On the second day, Fan Wu went to the teleportation array and waited for today's teaching elder, looking at the disciples around him who were much less than yesterday.

This time it was also an elder surnamed Zhang, but the pronunciation was different. This Elder Zhang danced wildly, Fan Wu thought secretly, like Squidward's tentacles.

As if sensing Fan Wu's gaze, Elder Zhang, who had a straight face, turned around and gave Fan Wu a stiff smile.

Fan Wu, who had an indifferent face, replied with an awkward smile.

This time it was for the disciples to get started, and the elders to prevent accidents.

Yesterday's refining room.

Elder Octopus directly pointed at Fan Wu for a demonstration, "Fan Wu, come and try it." ”

"Yes. Fan Wu's face remained unchanged, and he muttered to himself in his heart, how is this like a good student who was called up by the teacher to answer questions in his previous life? Fan Wu glanced at others out of the corner of his eye, and sure enough, the bad students began to look at me viciously, but I didn't want you to see the joke.

After Fan Wu calmed down, she split the iron ingot in two, she didn't have the ability to forge two swords at the same time like an elder.

Then he controlled the flames in the furnace and licked half of the iron ingot.

Recalling the events when he looked back at the records of the jade slip, the jade slip recorded the process of Elder Zhang's refining, Fan Wu couldn't find out how the elder's divine sense was to control the flame, but he found that the spiritual power that controlled the flame was not much, but it was just right.

If you look closely, you can see that the elder's spiritual power seems to be like the cotton wick in a candle, and the flame is the wax oil that wraps the cotton wick. Fan Wu suddenly realized.

At this time, Elder Octopus was very surprised when he found Fan Wu's way of controlling fire, thinking that this was a trick that Fan Wu had come up with by himself or taught by his elders.

Fan Wu is not Elder Zhang, her smelting speed is very slow, and in the end it takes more than ten times the time of Elder, which is only half an iron ingot.

All the disciples were impatient, but seeing Elder Octopus quietly watching Fan Wu without saying a word, they didn't dare to make a mistake, so they had to endure it bitterly.

Fan Wu, who finally finished smelting the iron ingot, hurriedly poured the molten iron into the mold, wiped the sweat on his forehead, shook his hand, and his hand was sore.

I didn't dare to delay, so I hurriedly picked up the iron shirt wood again and began to smelt it, but when the molten iron was about eighty percent solidified, the iron shirt wood in Fan Wu's hand was only half melted, gritting his teeth, Fan Wu took out the half-smelted iron shirt wood, and poured the melted part into the grip.

After solidification, it is quenched and forged.

Fan Wu "amazed" everyone when he picked up the sledgehammer in front of everyone.

By the time Fan Wu finished casting and started the front, the sun had already set, although the sun could not be seen underground, but everyone felt this way.

This is the first spirit sword forged by Fan Wu.

Although it is a defective product.