As for the innocence has disappeared for more than half a month, I don't know what he did, Zhu Shujie has never been to her yard, she has been living in Zhang Yi's yard, every night in her spare time, Zhu Shujie sits in the room, thoughtful, and seems to be waiting for someone.

Later, she also learned that Zhang Yi had been on an errand in the refining room these days, and he might be busy, so he didn't have time to pay attention to himself, so he would just wait for his free time.

After a night, Zhang Yi came to the refining room with great expectations, and he had a feeling that he would definitely be able to forge weapons today.

The deformed pig iron is re-taken and placed in the furnace to begin smelting......

Again...... Failed, twice...... still failed, until more than 20 times, plus yesterday's 50 times, Rao is Zhang Yi has a calm personality, and he has failed more than 70 times before and after, and he is also angry.

"I don't practice anymore!

Zhang Yi threw down the pig iron that was slightly in the image of a long sword, stared at it a few times with a short breath, calmed down a little, gritted his teeth and began smelting and forging this time.

The temperature is well controlled, everything is under control, Zhang Yi didn't dare to be careless, his eyes were staring at the sword-shaped pig iron in the refining furnace, and at the same time feeling the temperature of the flame.

The pig iron slowly turned red, Zhang Yi didn't think much about it, pulled out the pig iron, immediately put it on the casting table, and took the forging hammer and began to forge.

The whole action is smooth, in one go, without the slightest drag, obviously this action is not less practiced!

"Phew...... Wow...... The sound of "poof" sounded, sparks shot in all directions, and by hitting the backlog, layers of impurities on the pig iron fell off.

Time passed, and the thigh-thick pig iron had turned into a three-foot-long sword-shaped shape at this moment.

At this time, the impurities had almost been forged clean, Zhang Yi didn't have time to appreciate it, and began to transform the sword shape with a forging hammer in his hand, and gradually, a sword embryo emerged with Zhang Yi's transformation.

It's too late to appreciate, Zhang Yi threw the sword embryo in his hand into the refining furnace in the next time, and waited for the fire to be suitable, the sword body was ruddy, Zhang Yi pulled it out in the next one, and after measuring and balancing, he took the carving knife on the shelf casually, removed some of the excess pig iron in the dead corners, and carved some twisted and twisted lines on the sword, this sword is half completed!

Zhang Yi looked at the sword embryo in front of him and laughed rarely!

It's finally almost successful!

Then Zhang Yi attached the hilt to the sword, and then integrated the smelted cold iron liquid into the sword embryo.

The last step of polishing, this Zhang Yi will not either, so I have to recall the first day I came here, saw the polishing posture of the old man surnamed An, painted the tiger according to the cat, and began to polish the blade!

After polishing for almost an afternoon, Zhang Yi was satisfied to tear off a strand of his hair and put it on the blade of the sword that obviously had a polishing mark.

"Not bad!" At this moment, Zhang Yi's hand holding the sword trembled faintly, and the excitement and satisfaction in his heart were completely revealed.

No matter what level the sword is, it is already good to have such results at this moment.

After ten days of refining, Zhang Yi persevered!

At this time, the old man surnamed An walked in, and under Zhang Yi's gaze, a pure potential swept in, and the weapon and sword that had just been formed in his hand flew away, and when Zhang Yi reacted, the weapon that had just been completed had fallen into the hands of the old man surnamed An.

"The student has seen the teacher!" Zhang Yi clasped his fists and saluted at the old man surnamed An.

The old man surnamed An stared at the long sword in his hand, ignored Zhang Yi, pondered for a moment, and suddenly turned around and slashed at a low-grade weapon on the wall.

I saw that the inferior weapon on the wall was visibly broken into two sections, and the old man surnamed An withdrew his arm and glanced at the weapon that Zhang Yi had just forged.

The longsword has not changed, but if you look closely, you can see that the blade of the longsword has become a saw-shaped shape for a short time, and it is damaged, but it can be used in the second polish.

"That's right! It's a little better than a low-grade weapon!" the old man surnamed An rarely spoke, and his eyes were full of appreciation.

"If you can regard pig iron as a life when forging, then the grade of this long sword is even higher, and there is also a trace of spirituality! If you can forge a thousand hammers from pig iron in one go, although it is not as good as the top grade, it is not much different from the middle grade weapons!"

It wasn't Zhang Yi's turn to speak, and the old man surnamed An said at this time: "Since you want to give the old man a hand, it's not enough to just refine a low-grade weapon! If you can refine a low-grade weapon, it can only mean that you have the qualification to refine the weapon! If you want to give the old man a hand, and you can't practice the best spiritual weapon, then you don't even have the qualifications to start a fight!"

The old man surnamed An spoke very sharply, very domineering, and very hurtful, Zhang Yi just listened in a daze, did not speak, did not refute.

After the old man surnamed An finished speaking, he glanced at Zhang Yi, but found that he did not show the slightest dissatisfaction, no matter what he thought in his heart, at least it was not shown on his face, some were just silent, and that was enough, and then the old man surnamed An nodded secretly.

"The old man has the materials below the best spiritual weapon here, if you can refine a spiritual weapon big knife within a month, the old man will make an exception to take you up the mountain!" After speaking, the old man surnamed An didn't wait for Zhang Yi to speak, and with a big flick of his hand, a large number of refining metal materials miraculously appeared on the ground.

Before Zhang Yi had time, he was shocked, and the old man surnamed An had disappeared, leaving only Zhang Yi with a shocked face.

He ...... How did he do it!Could it be that he was the 'Hidden King'!" Zhang Yi looked at the old man surnamed An who was nowhere to be seen, and his heart went up and down, and he couldn't calm down for a long time!

It is rumored that the master of the realm of the hidden king can have the ability to move mountains and seas, and the potential to enter the sainthood can dare to fight with demon beasts.

Zhang Yi had only seen the Hidden King Beast, and suddenly an old man with an unattractive appearance turned out to be the existence of the Hidden King realm, which is really incredible!

No wonder he said that he couldn't refine a spiritual weapon, so he was not worthy of Zhang Yi to fight, and the old man surnamed An could be regarded as modest in his words.

The potential can reach the realm of the Hidden King, and they are all overlords who occupy one side, and in the entire Wasteland Academy, there are only a handful of Hidden Kings!

made Zhang Yi more sure in his heart, this old man surnamed An is definitely the existence of the Hidden King, but he doesn't know which one in the academy!

Zhang Yi slowly calmed down, came to the side of the refining materials left by the old man surnamed An, and analyzed them one by one.

In total, there were five huge pieces of metal, as well as countless other beast essence blood, and some special refining materials, etc., which occupied almost half of the room, which was quite a lot!

The old man surnamed An was afraid that Zhang Yi would not know him, so he left a note next to the material, on which was written the name and purpose of the material.

"It's okay!" Seeing this, Zhang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Yi didn't know any of the materials in front of him, and he hadn't even seen those five huge pieces of metal.

I don't know anything, isn't it a joke to let him refine weapons!

A person who doesn't know anything about refining weapons, refining weapons directly, I don't know whether to say that Zhang Yi is lucky or unlucky.

If you are lucky, a person who is not even an apprentice can get the support of the Hidden King, not only giving the opportunity to refine the weapon, but also accompanying the materials, which is something that many refining apprentices dare not think of and dream of, but now it happened to Zhang Yi.

On the contrary, a hidden king gives you the opportunity to let a person who can't refine the weapon to refine the weapon, and at the same time give the refining materials, whether you are lucky or unlucky!

Now it seems that it is not too bad, at least he can understand these refining materials, but he still needs Zhang Yi to explore them one by one and explore the way of refining.

"Cyan Cold Iron" Zhang Yi held a note in his hand and looked at a large black and blue iron block in it.

"Cold iron can be forged into high-grade weapons, if the quality is not pure, the grade will be low to the next grade!" Zhang Yi glanced at the annotation on the paper on the cold iron and remembered it in his heart.

"Refined iron and steel can be used to refine spiritual weapons!" Zhang Yi moved his gaze to the other two huge iron blocks.

One is black iron, and the color of the steel is similar to that of the cold iron, but the cold iron has a blue tinge and the steel has a dark gray color, and the three iron blocks are quite easy to distinguish.

"If you want to come to two silvers, they are the Shen Yin and the Refined Silver for refining the soldier spirit!" There are two palm-sized silver next to it, Shen Yin is dim, and Jing Yin is brighter.

The materials on the ground were probably separated for a moment, and seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Yi left reluctantly, and as for the inferior weapons refined by Zhang Yi, they were also taken away by the old man surnamed An.