Chapter Seventy-Eight: I'm Willing
The bad old man comforted: "These are all small mistakes, just pay attention to them in the future, don't be discouraged." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info”
Su Zimo nodded.
Regardless of the final outcome, he didn't come in vain today.
The shaping step seems simple, but there are many considerations in the shape of what kind of spiritual weapon you want to shape, and you must try to give full play to the power of the weapon.
The fourth step is tempering.
The shaped flying sword was suspended in the refining ding, and Su Zimo re-released the third-level spiritual fire and began to heat it.
At this step, the temperature should be well controlled.
It can't be too high, the temperature is too high, and the flying sword is easy to re-melt.
It can't be too low, the temperature is too low, it can't achieve the effect of tempering, and there is no way to open the blade.
It is best to burn the artifact to a red and transparent state.
In the past month, just in tempering this step, Su Zimo has failed countless times.
After half a sound, the flying sword began to gradually turn red in the refining ding, and under the continuous scorching of the flames, the sword body emitted a crystal red light.
Su Zimo controlled, placed the flying sword flat at the bottom of the ding, conjured a hammer with aura, and began to hammer and temper it.
The sound of tinkling kept ringing.
After tempering, it can not only remove more impurities, but also make the sword body harder.
Among the six steps of refining, this step is the most skillful, and each refiner's tempering technique is different.
Su Zimo just relied on brute force to hit the sword body little by little.
The bad old man frowned, Su Zimo's tempering technique was too rough, and it was no different from the iron striking in the world.
At the same time, Feng Haoyu also began to temper the flying sword.
Unlike Su Zimo, Feng Haoyu's method of refining the flying sword was much more clever.
Feng Hao Yu is the wind spirit root, condensing a wind hammer, while striking the flying sword, it incorporates a trace of wind attribute aura, such a flying sword will be more flexible and faster.
As he hammered, the blade of the sword was revealed.
Feng Haoyu's tempering technique is obviously very skillful, and his speed is faster, and he has faintly caught up with Su Zimo.
After a stick of incense, Su Zimo let out a long breath.
Tempering complete!
If you cast a pseudo-spirit weapon, you can directly put the red-hot flying sword into cold water and quench it in one step.
But at this time, Su Zimo's heart moved.
Since this flying sword has a hilt, it is not perfect in the first place, so it is better to try to gather spirits!
In the past month, Su Zimo has refined dozens of flying swords in the step of gathering spirits, but none of them have succeeded.
In the mouths of some inner disciples who explain the refining tools, there is no skill in gathering spirits, it is more like hitting luck, and if you are lucky, you can gather spirits successfully.
Of course, this is on the premise that the first four steps are not too problematic.
After tempering, Su Zimo did not remove the flying sword from the refining tripod, but stared at the aura inside the tripod with blazing eyes.
"Does he want to gather spirits?"
"If this is a success, it will be a big deal. ”
"Hmph, he just came into contact with the refining weapon for a month and delusionally wanted to gather spirits, I think he doesn't know the height of the sky!"
There was a burst of chatter, both exclamation and ridicule.
Su Zimo threw away all distractions and calmed down, this step requires the refiner to concentrate and not be distracted!
Su Zimo took a deep breath, controlled the aura in the ding, and slowly rushed towards the red flying sword.
Under the continuous squeezing, a line faintly appeared on the sword body, faintly traceless, and it had not really taken shape.
"Look, Spirit Pattern!"
"It's really a spirit pattern, but it hasn't taken shape yet. ”
"Could it be that he would really forge a low-grade flying sword?"
At this time, Feng Haoyu had just finished tempering, and when he heard the discussion in the crowd, his heart sank, and he looked sideways slightly, looking at Su Zimo.
If Su Zimo really refined a low-grade spirit weapon, he could only gamble once and try to gather spirits.
However, Feng Haoyu had no bottom in his heart, it was too difficult to gather spirits, and he had never succeeded.
The bad old man narrowed his eyes, staring intently at the flying sword in the ding, and a little sweat oozed from his palm, which was even more nervous than Su Zimo.
Syllable!
At this moment, a crisp sound came from Su Zimo's refining ding.
Finished!
Su Zimo secretly exclaimed.
Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the flying sword exploded, and the fragments hit the refining ding, making a sound.
Failed.
It's to be expected.
Su Zimo shook his head lightly and smiled self-deprecatingly.
The old man sighed slightly.
Xue Yi also showed regret on his face.
When Feng Haoyu saw this scene, he finally put his mind at ease.
Su Zimo's flying sword exploded, and Feng Haoyu didn't plan to try to gather spirits, but directly took out the pseudo-spirit weapon in the ding and put it into cold water.
There was a stab.
A thick white smoke rose from the basin.
The flying sword has been successfully refined, the cold air is exposed, and the edge is pressing!
Feng Haoyu put the flying sword on the table in front of him, waiting for the final evaluation.
Su Zimo had just put away the refining instrument when he heard a voice in the hall.
"There are six steps in refining weapons, and the level of spiritual fire is not the only one, don't think that if you cultivate a third-level spiritual fire, you can become a refiner. ”
Su Zimo followed the prestige, facing the upper hand Hao Yu indifferently with a hint of provocative gaze.
Feng Haoyu said with a smile: "Senior Brother Su, the road has to be down-to-earth, step by step." If you can't walk, you can run, and it's easy to fall on your heels. ”
Su Zimo frowned slightly.
The two have only met a few times and have never spoken, and they have no grievances on weekdays, but for some reason, Feng Haoyu is extremely hostile to him!
Especially today.
"That's it, Senior Brother Feng said it well. ”
"Hehe, if you cultivate a third-level spiritual fire, it's a little floating, that's called self-defeating!"
The people who spoke were not from Qi Feng, but the disciples of Ling Feng who came to participate in the assessment, and these people naturally would not miss the opportunity to suppress Su Zimo and curry favor with Feng Haoyu.
"Don't talk in this yin and yang weird way, go back and cultivate the third-level spiritual fire first!" Xue Yi couldn't help but stand up and sneered.
Many Lingfeng disciples were speechless for a moment, and their faces were ugly.
No matter what, even if Su Zimo failed to gather the spirit, it was a fact that he had cultivated a third-level spiritual fire, and among the five peaks, no one could match it!
Feng Haoyu said again: "Senior Brother Su, don't take this failure to heart, there will be five peaks competing at the end of the year, I hope that at that time, Senior Brother Su can beat me." ”
Su Zimo glanced at Feng Haoyu lightly and did not respond.
The bad old man watched this scene from the side, and never spoke, and the quarrels between the disciples, as a senior of the sect, naturally did not care.
After a while, the disciple who presided over this assessment raised his voice and said: "Although all of you have refined are pseudo-spirit weapons, the flying sword refined by Spirit Peak Feng Haoyu is of better quality and faster, so the first place in the assessment at the end of this month is Feng Haoyu." ”
Many Lingfeng disciples cheered.
Feng Haoyu smiled slightly, his gaze swept over Su Zimo, and finally looked at the bad old man, bowed slightly, and said, "Lord Shouzao, please take me to watch the refining image left by the ancestors of the sect." ”
"Hmm. ”
The bad old man was expressionless, nodded and said, "You are the first, so you are naturally qualified." ”
After speaking, the bad old man grabbed Su Zimo's arm and said casually: "Let's go, boy, you can also go and have a look." ”
Su Zimo was stunned for a moment.
Feng Haoyu frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Su Zi Mo refiner failed, and he didn't rank in the assessment at the end of the month, so he was not qualified to watch the video at all, so it was inappropriate for the first adult, right?"
"It's really inappropriate. ”
The bad old man nodded thoughtfully, then grinned, "Still, I'm willing." ”