I took out a few jars of wine, the elves are good to drink, when the elf spring water is revived, in order to restore the previous taste, the elves began to try, after more than two years, they have already brewed thousands of jars of wine, and we brought out, but only dozens of jars, because with the amount we poured in a cup, we can't drink too much.

But it was different when he met the blacksmith, his body had too many dark injuries, and even his lifespan was not much left, so the faint elf spring water in the Hundred Flowers Brew was a great supplement to his body.

I didn't skimp, seeing that he was so able to drink, I directly took out ten jars of Baihua Brew and listed them on the ground.

"Hahahaha, although there is no legendary elf spring water, but with this thing it is okay, the little fat man opens the furnace, let's continue. The blacksmith said excitedly after seeing the ten jars of Hundred Flowers Brew.

"Well, I'll have some too. The fat man said, took out a small cup, and then poured himself a little, he just wanted to replenish his strength through the herbaceous brew, he didn't dare to drink more, for fear that something would go wrong.

The blacksmith didn't say anything, in fact, if he wasn't afraid of making a mistake, he would have liked to drink all ten jars of wine now, but he could tell the priorities, and after the fat man finished drinking, he poured fire into the stove and began to upgrade the next staff.

Compared to the first one, the blacksmith already had experience, so this time it was a little faster than before, and they had to speed up, because if the materials were smelted for a long time, the internal structure of the materials would be damaged, and in this case, the materials would be wasted, which is why he insisted on not resting.

We wanted to help, but we couldn't help anything, we could only watch from the sidelines, and then help them recover, if the blacksmith and the fat man were tired, they would rely on a hundred flowers to refresh themselves, and the blacksmith was a jar at a time, and the fat man's alcohol volume changed from one to two glasses, three glasses, until finally all the staff were finished, and the fat man could already drink half a jar of wine without getting drunk, because he was too tired.

Fortunately, in the end, there was no need for the fat man to do anything, the fat man fell straight to the ground and fell asleep, the blacksmith didn't look at the fat man, Ye Ling and they helped the fat man down, let him rest well, the finished staff was lined up, the shape of the staff was almost no different from the one we used before, and it was easy to distinguish.

There was almost a problem when it came to crafting my staff and Twilight, because the two of us, as dual-line magicians, needed not just the fusion of the Elven Gem and a Core, but the fusion of two Cores with different attributes, and if it weren't for the Blacksmith's Danger, Twilight and I would have been empty-handed.

Next, it is necessary to proceed to the last step, and the most crucial step, according to the blacksmith, this step is to temper the soul, only after this step, then the staff can be considered "alive", and the "soul" has been settled, that is, the soul of the ghost in my mind.

Retrieving the soul is a very dangerous process, a bad one my soul may be damaged, and in severe cases it may be mentally paralyzed, but fortunately the blacksmith has a way, I came to him, and the others retreated.

This is the first time I have observed the blacksmith so closely, and the scars on his face are many and uneven, but if you look closely, you will find that under his scars, there is a very handsome face, and if he had not entered the blacksmithing industry, with his appearance and the strength he revealed, he should have been a playboy-like figure, but he was willing to give up all this and become a blacksmith.

"I'm not 100% sure, are you ready?" said the blacksmith. His voice was full of exhaustion, but there was still a hint of excitement on his face, perhaps the happiest thing for a blacksmith was the special materials and forging divine weapons.

As his words fell, I came back to my senses and saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and I nodded solemnly to indicate that I was ready, and then the blacksmith began to cast the spell.

He took out a stone, it was not big, it was a bit like a pebble, and he took it and put it on my forehead, and my forehead was cold, and suddenly I felt that my soul was going to be sucked away by this stone.

"This is a soul stone, which can absorb the soul of human beings, if it is refined, it will even become a big killing weapon, you keep your mind, and my soul will enter your body later, helping you to get rid of the excess soul power. The blacksmith said solemnly.

I didn't answer, but directly condensed my mind, the blacksmith put his hand on the soul stone, his soul left the body, into my sea of consciousness, now I can say that there is no defense against the blacksmith, as long as the blacksmith moves his mind a little, I am afraid that I will be taken away by the blacksmith.

But the blacksmith did not do this, and his soul was transformed into a small man in my sea of consciousness, and this little man was exactly what the blacksmith was not injured, and I was able to see him as he really was, and as I had guessed, he was as handsome as a woman in a painting.

The blacksmith walked around in my mind, as if to observe how to start, although the ghost's soul was weakened by some power, but after all, it was a real magister-level soul, and the blacksmith only realized that it was a little difficult to do after discovering this matter.

Fortunately, the ghost's soul is now unconscious, and my mind instinctively repels it after listening to what the blacksmith said, which allows the blacksmith to shake the ghost's soul.

In fact, as long as I shake the ghost's soul without harming my sea of consciousness, and prevent it from being fixed in my sea of consciousness, the unconscious soul will be easily sucked away by the soul stone, and the blacksmith will use his own soul to hit the ghost's soul, and with each impact from him, my head will be as painful as an explosion.

The blacksmith told me to hold on, and then continued to ram, and after a hundred hits, the ghost's soul finally loosened, and my mind was on the verge of collapse.

The Soul Stone exerted its power, the ghost's soul was absorbed, and the blacksmith retreated, but fortunately, the ghost's soul was ready to be cleared.

After they all went out, I couldn't hold on and passed out, although there was not much trauma, my soul was still in turmoil and needed some rest.

Yifeng stepped forward to hold me up, and after the blacksmith said that I was fine, but I needed to rest, he directly put the soul stone that absorbed the ghost soul into the furnace and began to refine, and then he put all those magic staff into the furnace, although this step was important, but it could be completed with the ice flame controlled by the blacksmith.

The fire increased, the ghost's soul was calcined, and we heard an extremely terrifying, ghost-like roar, which must have come from the ghost's soul.

The soul has no consciousness, but it can still make this sound in the fire, which shows how painful it is for the soul to be burned, but fortunately this is the soul of the ghost, good and evil are rewarded, maybe the ghost could not have imagined when she took away me, the ant as weak as an ant in her hands, not only killed her soul, but now it is also ruthlessly burned in the forging furnace, and what is even more tragic is that it will become our weapon.

The blacksmith controlled the fire, not daring to be careless at all, he took out dozens of materials and threw them all into the fire, these materials were not purchased by us, nor were they on the staff before, but the blacksmith's own materials.

The moment the materials were thrown in, the furnace burned even brighter, and the golden luster covered the luster of the flame used by the blacksmith.

"It's done?" Chen Hong couldn't help but ask, but no one paid attention to him, and we were all nervously staring at the blacksmith's movements.

Suddenly, the blacksmith spewed out a mouthful of blood, which was sprayed on the stove accurately, and we were startled, thinking that there was something wrong with the blacksmith, and we just thought about going forward, but we saw that the stove, which had originally emitted a golden luster, was reflected in a layer of blood red.

This is the quenching in forging, and the tempering of the furnace fire with the painstaking efforts of the forging master is an important symbol of the real "instrument"!