Mu Wanfeng went from smelting to forging, and the whole act was done in one go, flowing smoothly, without stagnation at all, and the control of the refining instrument was simply wonderful.

It's a simple process, but for a beginner, it's simply incredible.

Talent!

It's like men are born looking for holes, an innate talent.

Not only that, what shocked Chongxiao even more was that when Mu Wanfeng tempered the iron sword, the iron hammer that was swung again and again had a certain peculiar charm.

And the sound of the beating is like a thousand horses galloping, neighing, roaring, breaking into the human head.

That kind of scene, Jin Ge Iron Horse, is magnificent......

In front of Mu Wanfeng, whether it was the iron hammer, the sword-casting platform, or the sword embryo that had just been condensed, all of them seemed to come to life, full of spirituality and vitality, and they almost wanted to cheer.

Chongxiao was shocked beyond measure, just looked at Mu Wanfeng stupidly, listening to the hammer that kept hitting hard.

Mu Wanfeng was engrossed in it, and entered a strange state, and the whole person fell into excitement and couldn't extricate himself.

At this time, wisps of purple light came out of the blood and wrapped around the hammer in his hand.

Poop!

Sparks splashed on the swordsmithing platform, and a scorching wave of air, tumbling and roaring, spread out in all directions, causing ripples in the air.

With Mu Wanfeng's knocking, the sound of the impact also changed from a popping sound to a clicking sound, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Boom!

A loud tremor resounded in the sky of Kaiyang Peak......

However, such a loud sound did not wake up the others on the Spirit Sword Platform. On the contrary, it seemed to be affected by Mu Wanfeng's aura, and he waved it with him.

All of them, as if they had been discussed in advance, moved in unison, following the rhythm of Mu Wanfeng.

More than a hundred percussion sounds turned into one sound in an instant......

Fire Maple Building

Wan Beichen listened to the rumble, like the sound of thunder, and his brows were tightly wrinkled together.

Could something have happened?

With this thought in his heart, he immediately stopped staying and galloped away in the direction of the Spirit Sword Platform.

All the disciples of Kaiyang Peak also heard this strange voice. Whether they were chatting or having something at hand, they all looked coldly in the direction of the Spirit Sword Table.

Spirit Sword Table

Mu Wanfeng's body spontaneously operated the Thousand Mountains Technique, and the force of the hammer falling became heavier and heavier, and the sound of thunder and explosion turned into a crackling sound again.

Boom, boom, boom!

And the sword embryo in front of him was slowly condensing and shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At this moment, Mu Wanfeng's eyes flashed, and he shouted: "Senior brother, help me smelt the iron, the more the better, quickly!"

Chongxiao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly woke up, and without saying a word, threw iron into the fire.

I don't know if the temperature in the furnace is too high, or because of the influence of Mu Wanfeng's breath, the iron that was put into it this time melted into molten iron in less than a cup of tea.

Mu Wanfeng changed into the biggest sword fan and poured molten iron into it.

Then, he threw the sword embryo, which had been tempered like an iron stick, into the molten iron. When it solidified, he took it out again, and began to beat it on the sword-forging platform.

One, two, one hundred......

Half an hour later, in Chongxiao's shocked gaze, the sword embryo that was a palm wide and three fingers thick turned into an iron skewer again.

But this time, without letting Mu Wanfeng remind him, he consciously smelted the iron.

One hour, two hours, smelting molten iron round after round, and the cycle repeatedly......

From dawn to evening, the sky gradually darkened, and Chongxiao didn't know how many times he had smelted and how many pieces of iron he had put in.

He only knew that the iron blocks around him, which were originally like a hill, had long been empty, and the same was true of the adjacent sword-forging platform.

It wasn't until half an hour ago that the iron sword in Mu Wanfeng's hand was condensed at a speed that gradually slowed down.

At this time, the Spirit Sword Platform was unprecedentedly lively, and there was almost no place to stay, and it was densely packed with people.

Wan Beichen stared at Mu Wanfeng with burning eyes and asked, "How long has it been?"

Chongxiao smiled bitterly: "From early morning to now, a full six hours have passed......

Wan Beichen nodded, and asked again, "How many pieces of iron have you put in?"

Chongxiao smiled bitterly again and said, "I haven't counted it yet, but it is estimated that it is no less than three thousand catties!"

The corners of Wan Beichen's mouth couldn't help twitching, after all, he didn't say anything, and watched Mu Wanfeng smash on the sword embryo again.

It's not any other material, it's just iron, ordinary iron that can't be more ordinary.

However, this is such a mortal iron, which was tempered into a three-finger-wide sword by Mu Wanfeng, although the speed is slow, but it is still shrinking.

Wan Beichen asked himself, even with his current strength and attainments in refining, he could only temper three thousand catties of mortal iron to such a point.

Sunset and moonrise

The sky of Kaiyang Peak is like a picture scroll splashed with thick ink, and then countless night pearls of all sizes are sprinkled at will.

In the silence, there was a roar from time to time, as if to shake off the stars in the sky......

Mu Wanfeng hit another hammer, smashed it hard, and then did not lift it again.

At this time, he was sweating like a bare body, and his whole person seemed to have lost a lot of weight, but his two eyes were as bright as stars.

"Is this the end of it?" he muttered.

Three thousand catties of mortal iron is also his limit, and if he wants to increase it, with his current strength, he can't do it.

Millet curled up on the sword-casting platform, and it seemed that the high temperature emitted above made it very comfortable. After hearing Mu Wanfeng's words, he glanced at him strangely and asked indifferently, "Do you want to help?"

Mu Wanfeng's heart moved, and she hurriedly asked, "Do you have a way?"

Xiaomi's little head was raised up, and his nostrils were facing the sky and said, "Hmph, isn't it just a pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, what's so difficult about this?"

Mu Wanfeng's face was overjoyed, and she said: "What nonsense is that, hurry up! My arrogant hammer is already hungry and thirsty, and the love that is like the sun is in the sky, I can't wait!"

Wan Beichen and Chongxiao were surprised at first, who he was talking to.

However, when he heard the back, he immediately left his surprise behind, and almost couldn't resist the urge to rush up and beat him up.

Although I don't know how Mu Wanfeng wants to refine it, at such a critical juncture, she still doesn't forget to play tricks.

This person is really hopeless.

Millet just rolled her eyes, then opened her mouth and spewed out a burst of flame, enveloping the sword embryo.

Mu Wanfeng was so frightened that she shouted, "Xiaomi, what are you doing?"

How terrifying the flames of millet are, Mu Wanfeng knows better than anyone else, it is nothing that is not burned, let alone this mortal iron.

He didn't want to be tired and tired all day and end up with nothing.

Millet didn't pay attention to him, but another flame sprayed on it.

However, before Mu Wanfeng could ask again, he was surprised to find that the sword embryo on the sword-casting platform had not changed much in the bright yellow flames.

Xiaomi said indifferently: "Aren't you hungry and thirsty?

"Uh......"

Mu Wanfeng was stunned for a moment, and then began to swing the hammer again.

To his surprise, Millet's flames had been attached to the sword embryo all along, and there was no sign of dissipating at all.

The sword embryo wrapped in flames became extremely soft, and it could shrink by half when a hammer smashed on it.

In this way, Mu Wanfeng began to repeat the behavior of the day again, tempering the sword embryo over and over again......

From dawn to dark, and from dark to dawn, for three days and three nights, he did not sleep endlessly, and he was tempered like this.

The people who were forging on the Spirit Sword Platform had already woken up one after another from that strange state two days ago.

The process of refining spiritual weapons is roughly divided into five steps: smelting, forging, casting, enlightening, and opening. But sometimes it depends on the situation and doesn't fall the same size.

In addition to the refining level of the person refining the weapon itself, the complexity of the entire refining process determines the grade of the refining weapon.

After coming to their senses, everyone didn't care about the doubts in their hearts, and they all continued the refining steps such as casting, enlightening, and opening the front according to the original plan.

They were shocked to find that under the influence of Mu Wanfeng's qi, the follow-up refining process was extremely smooth, without any mud and water.

In the end, without exception, all the spiritual weapons they refined succeeded and did not fail!

This is an unprecedented event.

Not only that, but when more than a hundred spirit artifacts were completed, the quality was more than twice as good as they expected......

early morning

A soft ray of sunlight penetrated from the east and reflected on Mu Wanfeng's strong chest.

His hair had long been soaked, and the fine beads of sweat on his forehead looked crystal clear in the sun.

The sword-forging platform in front of him had already collapsed into the ground in halfway. The hammer in his hand was also twisted and deformed, if it weren't for the protection of the purple qi exuding from his blood, how could he hold on until now?

Boom!

Mu Wanfeng fell with another hammer, knocking the sword-casting platform to tremble.

However, this time, Mu Wanfeng did not raise the hammer high again, but put it aside.

Then, under the astonished gaze of everyone, his fingers flicked to the east like lightning, and then quickly closed them in front of his chest, and his fingers flew rapidly.

I don't know if it's too fast, the light in his hand is distorted, except for Wan Beichen, everyone thinks they are dazzled.

Wan Beichen's pupils contracted rapidly, and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock, others might think it was dazzling, but he knew that it was definitely not.

Mu Wanfeng was indeed like a flower, and with the purple qi on the palm of her hand, she threw back a ray of light and wrapped it in the purple qi.

After a while, Mu Wanfeng pointed at the sword and pointed towards the dark iron sword in front of him.

When his fingers landed on the iron sword, there was an immediate clanging sound, and the dim iron sword suddenly overflowed with ghostly light.

Especially at the blade of the sword, it is even more cold, which makes people feel cold all over the body after looking at it.

At this time, Wan Beichen finally knew what Mu Wanfeng was doing just now. He actually combined Qi Ling and Kai Feng into one and completed the refining of the entire spirit weapon.

After doing all this, Mu Wanfeng finally couldn't hold on, and fell back with a relaxed face.

Seeing this, a fierce spirit recovered from the shock, stepped forward with an arrow, and held him up.

"Evening Breeze, how are you?" Chongxiao asked with concern.

Mu Wanfeng said weakly: "Senior brother, I'm fine, go and help me see if this iron pimple has succeeded......"

Without waiting for Chongxiao to answer, Wan Beichen had already taken three steps and made two steps, walked to the sword casting platform, and reached out with his big hand and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

However, the next moment, his face changed, and his brows furrowed.

Then, in an exclamation, Wan Beichen's robe was windless, and he actually used his spiritual power. I only heard him shout: "Get up!"

The green tendons on the back of Wan Beichen's hand burst out, and the iron sword also broke away from the sword-casting platform.

His eyes froze, and he swung his iron sword in front of him. With a whin, a strong wind suddenly rose, whistling towards the disciples not far away, and they took a few steps backwards.

Everyone was shocked and inexplicable, but Wan Beichen didn't seem to be enough, stared at Mu Wanfeng again, and said in a deep voice: "This sword can be regarded as a spiritual weapon, and its weight is ...... There are 30,000 catties!"

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was in an uproar!

Rao is Mu Wanfeng himself, knowing in advance that this iron sword is not light, but he was also startled, and said with a wry smile: "I didn't expect it to be too big......"

"What are you going to name this sword?" asked Wan Beichen.

"Huh?" Mu Wanfeng didn't expect Wan Beichen to ask about the name of this iron pimple.

How did he know that an ordinary spiritual weapon could not enter Wan Beichen's magic eye. And Wan Beichen asked at this time, which proved that the iron pimple in his eyes could already be famous in the Shenzhou Continent.

After thinking about it, Mu Wanfeng said: "Thirty catties is one jun, since it weighs thirty thousand catties, then it is called Qianjun......