Mu Wanfeng patted the sword casting platform like a friend on the shoulder, and then took out Qianjun and rubbed it carefully.

Since the advent of Beat Qianjun, it has been four years since he was by his side.

Whether it is to defeat the enemy or to be in danger, Qianjun has played a vital role, which can be said to be indispensable.

Every scratch on the sword's body should have been a scar on Mu Wanfeng's body.

When Mu Wanfeng escaped in Kong Ye's hands, Qianjun once again lived up to his expectations and saved his life.

It is precisely because of this time that Qianjun, who is made of mortal iron, is finally overwhelmed and becomes dilapidated in the flames of millet.

Mu Wanfeng has a lot of good materials in his hands, plus a snow cold grass obtained from the snow mountain, it is not difficult to refine a higher-level spiritual weapon.

It's just that he is a nostalgic person, even if the forging grade is not high, he still wants to reforge Qianjun.

According to the inheritance of the refining jade slip, there are four grades of spiritual weapons, from high to low, they are heaven, earth, Xuan, and yellow, and each grade is divided into four grades, extreme, upper, middle, and lower.

Every spiritual weapon of grade and grade is like a bowstring, and it has its limit.

As cultivated like Lu Qingquan, even if he held the Yellow Rank Superb Spiritual Weapon in his hand, the power that could be added was limited, and it was better than nothing.

For example, a kitchen knife is better than nothing for mortals.

Even sometimes, Lu Qingquan's thunder trick is close to him, but he dislikes the spiritual weapon and gets in the way.

If the Yellow Rank Superb Spiritual Weapon was used in the hands of a Hundred Trick Realm cultivator, it would be destroyed because it could not withstand the spiritual power.

As the monk's cultivation increases, if he wants to exert stronger strength, he must use a higher-grade spiritual weapon.

And on top of the spiritual weapon, it is the Horcrux.

Regarding the refining of horcruxes, most of the records of Xuantian Sect are about integrating into one's own human soul. As for the way to integrate into other souls and refine spiritual weapons, they only stay in a superficial understanding, and they are vague.

The third type of Horcrux mentioned by Xiaomi later, as well as the two unknown Horcruxes in his hand, were not mentioned at all.

Mu Wanfeng took out the millet and shook it awake: "You sleep with a mi, get up and light the fire!"

Xiaomi didn't open her eyes, and lit the fire according to Mu Wanfeng's instructions. However, it was not the fire that was ordered, but Mu Wanfeng himself.

After a while, Mu Wanfeng pulled off the burning clothes and threw them on the ground, showing a strong chest.

He found that the chicken was getting less and less light and heavier.

Seeing that Xiaomi looked unaware, he said angrily: "Don't look like you don't care about yourself, you are also responsible for the damage of Qianjun." ”

"Raising chickens for a thousand days, use it for a while, you are not a male, don't eat rice and don't lay eggs!

Xiaomi finally lifted her eyelids, opened her eyes, and exclaimed, "No, when the time comes, I will close my eyes." Twitter~"

Mu Wanfeng said a lot of things, and after another fight with Xiaomi, Xiaomi calmly lit the fire.

He watched Millet grit his teeth, this hen that doesn't lay eggs, definitely on purpose!

As long as something happens, no matter how soft and hard he is, dead skin and face, in the end, Xiaomi will always make a move, but he will always burn himself with fire.

Hawkers~ Anyway, the goal has been achieved, and I don't bother to see it like a chicken, and it's a dog that competes with chickens!

Mu Wanfeng comforted herself, and then threw Qianjun into the furnace, and then concentrated on the subtle changes in the furnace.

"Uncle Shi, is there any pig iron?"

Chu Bixia didn't say a word, walked to a dark corner where the light was not illuminated, raised her hand, and the spiritual power was wrapped in the iron, and she put it in front of Mu Wanfeng.

Mu Wanfeng swept away, at most a hundred or ten catties, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Uncle Shi, it's not enough!"

"Wait~"

Chu Bixia said lightly, and flew out of the ground, it should have been picked up elsewhere.

Mu Wanfeng waited for a moment, and threw the iron into it before Qianjun melted. There were also a few other pieces of material thrown in.

Since he was going to reforge, how could he not want to upgrade the grade, and just forge Qianjun in the same way?

After all, the endurance of iron is limited, and no matter how hard it is tempered, it cannot be compared with the treasures of heaven and earth.

If you want to improve the grade, you must fuse other materials to compensate for the defects.

Fire Raven Stone, Huaimu Crystal, Thunder Robbery, Flame Iron Goblin, Panlong Agate......

Mu Wanfeng felt the changes in the furnace, and from time to time he put in a spar, large and small, with different colors. These spars are left by the Xuantian Secret Realm, and there are also those left from the pile of stones in Zhanqing.

Each piece of hedron melts into the molten iron, revealing its original light, and then gradually disappearing, and finally it seems to be completely absorbed into the molten iron, turning into a bright yellow light.

Although Fantie has no other strengths, its only advantage is that it is inclusive. As long as the number of other spars does not overwhelm the iron itself, then it can be contained and fused.

But as Mu Wanfeng added more, the yellow pulp in the furnace became more and more boiling, obviously reaching the extreme point of bearing and on the verge of eruption.

Chu Bixia hadn't come back yet, Mu Wanfeng was faintly anxious, and fine beads of sweat were dripping from her forehead.

Just when Mu Wanfeng was looking left and right, the yellow pulp splashed and almost burst, Chu Bixia finally came late.

She landed beside Mu Wanfeng, took out countless pieces of iron from the storage ring, and built an iron mountain that was much higher than people.

This is not the end, followed by the second, the third, and finally five iron mountains before it can be stopped.

"Is it enough? ”

Mu Wanfeng had already discovered that Chu Bixia's white fingers were wearing storage rings, no more, no less, a full ten!

No wonder she had been there for so long, and according to what she meant, she should have swept away the iron on the island.

Mu Wanfeng was speechless, what does this aunt think she is going to do?

For Chu Bixia's spare effort, he was helpless at the same time, but he couldn't help but be moved.

The mouth says no, but the body is very honest.

Mu Wanfeng shook her head and smiled: "Enough, uncle, you just need to look at my heroic posture now!"

As he spoke, he did not hesitate any longer, and threw the pieces of iron into the furnace one by one, melting them into molten iron. The boiling yellow pulp immediately quieted down again.

Chu Bixia originally planned to leave after a while, but now that she is open, Mu Wanfeng may ask her to help at any time.

She simply stood in place, quietly watching Mu Wanfeng's busy figure. The light reflected in the furnace set off its not very strong physique.

The same material, mixed with pieces of iron, was thrown into the furnace and soon became too much to fit.

If it's just like this, it obviously won't reach the original weight of Qianjun, even if the grade is upgraded, Mu Wanfeng will have a pimple in his heart.

If you don't smelt it several times, there will definitely be a fault in the middle, and it will be difficult to achieve a seamless integration.

Mu Wanfeng frowned and asked, "Xiaomi, can you refine it with fire?"