Mu Wanfeng asked casually, but she didn't expect that Xiaomi would not drag the mud and water, and control the fire to directly cover the yellow pulp.

Over time, the yellow pulp begins to thicken and become more viscous.

When the space in the furnace was vacated, Mu Wanfeng began to add iron, spar and other materials to the furnace again.

This cycle repeats about seven or eight times, even millet is not easy to control the temperature, one less point has no effect, and one more point is afraid of burning all the molten slurry.

At this time, Mu Wanfeng took out the jar full of molten slurry, and then poured it into the sword fan, waiting for the temperature to slowly drop.

The molten slurry in the sword fan, from the initial churning and sputtering, slowly silent, condensed, until it converged to a bright yellow brilliance.

Mu Wanfeng saw the opportunity, regardless of Qianjun, who was still hot and yellow, but had already condensed, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the sword, took it out of the sword fan, and placed it on the sword platform.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a swarthy hammer, held it in his hand, and after concentrating, slammed it down.

Poop!

Mars splash!

The sound of heavy percussion, echoing at the bottom of the cave, was deafening.

Mu Wanfeng did not pause, the hammer in his hand was raised, fell, raised, and fell...... There were nine hammers struck in this way, all of which were lighter than the first.

Poop!

The hammer was raised high, and another hammer was slammed, followed by nine hammers that were slightly lighter.

This kind of nine-shallow and one-deep technique, bah! This kind of hammer method of nine light and one heavy is called nine palaces and one hammer.

Nine is the sky, the extreme of the number, and the other is the earth, which is the beginning of the number. One life is two, two is three, three is everything, and infinite changes are derived. In the end, the road is simple, and it will be ninety-nine to one.

This cycle repeats itself, and the cycle repeats, which is the hammer of the nine palaces.

Nine palaces return to one hammer, Mu Wanfeng obtained from the Xuantian Sect's refining inheritance, which is the secret hammer method of the Xuantian Sect, and it is also the foundation of its school.

The first time Mu Wanfeng used it, it was always a little blunt.

However, he seems to have an innate talent for refining weapons, and he is handy after just a few turns.

Poop!

A hammer is heavy and slow, and the atmosphere is majestic.

Oooooooo......oo

The nine hammers are light and swift, like a spring breeze.

Chu Bixia on the side watched his rhythmic percussion, and was fascinated for a while.

She didn't know any techniques, nor did she know how to refine weapons, but listening to the percussion sound, not only did she not feel boring, but she suddenly felt enlightened.

Each realm of cultivation is divided into nine realms, and then the nine realms return to one, and then break through to the next realm.

And each of these small realms may not only accumulate spiritual power, but also evolve the Nine Extremities?

If so, how should each of these levels be divided? and at what level is she currently in?

Thinking about it like this, Chu Bixia didn't even realize that she had already sat down cross-legged and closed her eyes.

Listening to the melody of the hammer sound, she couldn't help but cultivate......

An hour

Two hours

Eight hours

......

The sound of the hammer in the ground seems to be endless, endless. Mu Wanfeng also seems to be tireless and unswerving.

Qianjun on the sword-casting platform, with the hammer falling many times, also gradually revealed its grandeur and began to take shape.

Every hammer sound, as if it is cheering for a new life.

Only this time, it seemed to be reborn, with a faint halo around it, and it was no longer as dark as before.

Mu Wanfeng was secretly happy in her heart, if this halo had been condensed and not dispersed, the grade of Qianjun would be set as a Xuan level.

In such a poor and remote place as the Shenzhou Continent, there is a Xuan-level spirit sword, even if it is only a Xuan-level low-grade sword, it can be invincible.

Poop!

Three days passed, and as Mu Wanfeng's last hammer fell, the halo of Qianjun's sword body remained the same and did not dissipate.

Mu Wanfeng let out a long breath, and he was tired enough in the past three days.

The large number of materials added this time, coupled with the condensation of millet, caused the Qianjun sword body to be abnormally hard and extremely difficult to temper.

Fortunately, he is not what it used to be, otherwise he may not be able to cast it.

Mu Wanfeng put the cast Qianjun into the furnace fire again to heat the sword body.

At the same time, he took out the snow grass and pounded it into powder, which was later quenched.

After the tea effort, Qianjun's sword body turned red again.

Mu Wanfeng sprinkled the powder of the snow cold grass evenly on Qianjun. Suddenly, the sound of sizzling continued one after another, and bursts of white mist rose from the Qianjun Sword.

Qianjun's burning disappeared abruptly, and the sword body suddenly shrank in a circle, but the faint halo also gradually disappeared in the mist.

Not good!

Mu Wanfeng secretly snorted, if Qianjun converged his brilliance at this time, then he would be the best in the Yellow Rank if he topped the sky, and he would definitely not be able to advance to the Xuan Rank.

In a hurry, he suddenly remembered what Xiaomi had said on the way to the snowy mountains.

He didn't have time to think about it, put down Qianjun, grabbed the millet on his shoulder, and pulled a handful of hair from his body regardless of whether he wanted it or not.

Millet was furious: "Idiot! What are you doing!

Mu Wanfeng asked: "I'm going to beat and scold later, listen to it, tell me now, how to use this hair?"

Millet hates to itch its teeth, well, it seems that it has no teeth to itch.

Since Mao has been torn off by Mu Wanfeng, and he can't put it back on, what else can he do if the matter has come to this?

Millet spat out a ball of flame, wrapped around the handful of hairs, carefully refining into golden droplets.

Then its eyes purred, and it tilted its neck sharply, and its sharp beak pierced into the palm of Mu Wanfeng's left hand.

Mu Wanfeng was so cold that she shivered in pain, and said angrily: "What are you doing?"

Xiaomi said coldly: "Haven't you talked about the inheritance of Xuantian Sect, the most commonly used means of enlightening the spirit is the essence blood of rare spirit beasts?"

Mu Wanfeng said: "He's meowing, but I'm human!"

Millet pursed her lips, pointed to the golden droplets in the flame package, and sneered, "Are you still human?"

Seeing that Qianjun's halo was about to disappear, Mu Wanfeng didn't care about it, and hurriedly stretched out his palm to Qianjun, dripping the blood flowing out onto the sword body.

This time, it really worked wonders.

The aura of Qianjun's sword body suddenly flourished, and it continued to tremble, emitting a high-pitched humming sound.

Mu Wanfeng passed away in a flash of joy, and her heart sank suddenly.

He keenly noticed that the humming sound was not crisp, but slightly murmuring, as if it was extremely painful.

As the blood dripped down, Qianjun's original halo was banned by the rising blue and purple, and there was no dispute.

"Idiot!One drop is enough, stop!Twitter~"

When Mu Wanfeng heard this, she quickly took her hand back and asked, "What now?"

Xiaomi ignored him, controlled the golden droplet, and dripped on Qianjun again, dipping into the sword body.

The blue and purple light receded, turning into a bright yellow luster again, and finally stabilized, and gradually sucked into the sword body.

The body of the Qianjun sword presents Taoist lines, such as wearing dragon scales and phoenix armor, which looks extraordinary......