Liu Tugou was stunned.

The Slaughtering Knife trembled slightly, letting out a faint wail, and a bright blood red suddenly added to the beating flames in the furnace, and the smell of blood diffused in the air.

Old man Cao sniffed and sighed: "Little Lao'er has returned to the furnace with countless swords, and none of the devoured blood qi can match the adult's troops. This knife must have been fished out of the sea of corpses and blood, right? Now that the blood and qi are out of trouble, and after being re-smelted with this as the main ingredient, I don't know what kind of murderous soldier it will become. ”

Liu Tugou smiled and didn't explain too much: "Since the old gentleman thinks that it is not good to use a pure iron material, how should the auxiliary materials be allocated?"

It just so happened that at this time, the curtain was opened, and Ah Da came in with a sword box, and the old man Cao reached out to take it, and said while opening it: "Since you want to cast a knife that has been handed down for generations, you naturally have to use materials that have lasted for a long time." ”

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the black wooden box in the hands of the old man Cao, looking at its shape, it was not so much a sword box, but a sword coffin, and there was another layer of wooden coffin after it was opened.

The fracture of the blade was very smooth, as if it had been cut by another sharp weapon.

The blue sword body is engraved with a dark yellow texture like a ghost painting, but unfortunately it is incomplete, and the blade of the sword is also dull and looks inconspicuous.

Liu Tugou picked up the broken sword, and found that the weight was not light, and when he looked at the texture of the sword, he suddenly felt something, and there seemed to be waves in the lake of inspiration.

He hurriedly contemplated and found that half of the blood begonia in the heart lake floated out of the lake, and the petals were swaying, conveying a very complex emotion to the second master, like fear and joy.

Liu Tugou frowned, this weird half of the blood begonia gradually disappeared after taking root in his own inspiration, and finally came up at this moment, it must be because of this half-truncated sword.

It's just that no matter what the truth is, having such a demon strain entrenched in the heart lake is never a long-term solution.

Old man Cao frowned when he saw him, and thought he was dissatisfied, so he hurriedly said: "This sword seems to be made of bronze, but it is actually made of a mixture of a variety of rare materials, and it has been engraved with mysterious runes. ”

Liu Tugou smiled when he heard this: "The runes are worn out, and it is impossible to guess the true origin and power of this magic sword, but after all, it is an ancient weapon, and it has been alive for a long time, and it is more than enough to make ingredients, so the old gentleman is really willing to do it?"

Old man Cao sighed: "Little Lao'er inherited the craft of blacksmithing from his ancestors and this blacksmith shop, and originally wanted to reproduce the style of ancient swords, but unfortunately he didn't know how to practice, and he couldn't find the way. ”

After speaking, Old Man Cao turned around and turned his back to the fire.

Liu Tugou groaned slightly, and said in his heart Since this half of the ancient sword has a suppressive effect on the blood begonia, it might as well be melted into the slaughtering knife, or it can suppress the demon strain.

He shook his hand and threw the broken sword into the furnace, thinking of the scene of the slaughter that was thrown into the furnace by Old Man Cao, and he actually felt a little pleasure in treating others in the way of others, which was really unpleasant with the cycle of karma.

Bang!

There was a thunderous roar in the furnace fire, and it rolled over, and the momentum was far stronger than when it was slaughtered into the furnace.

Tongues of fire gushed out from the mouth of the furnace and in turn wrapped around the furnace body, and the temperature in the casting room rose sharply, giving people a strong sense of crisis about to blow up the furnace.

Everyone hurriedly retreated in unison, Old Man Cao's white hair turned scorched, and his face showed a complicated expression of horror and expectation.

Liu Tugou stood in place and poked out with one paw, and a huge iron-blue claw appeared out of thin air, blocking the furnace mouth alive and sealing the raging flames.

The crowd breathed a sigh of relief, and when they saw the vision before them, it was incredulous, or it was clear, or it was amazed and ecstatic, but no one made a sound.

The iron-blue tiger claw that blocked the furnace mouth had a distinct texture, and the bright red veins like blood vessels flowed brightly, and under the baking of the flames, the entire tiger claw was rendered more and more gorgeous.

The tiger's claws quickly thinned out at a speed visible to the naked eye, and gradually became transparent, revealing the scene inside the furnace.

The flames became more and more surging, and the half-truncated sword stood strangely in the air, and there was purple light in several places around the body where the runes were clearer, dispersing the flames, and the vague and dim parts of the runes had become red.

The slaughtering knife is nowhere to be seen.

Liu Tugou saw sweat on his forehead and asked, "It's almost meaningful, how can you raise the temperature of the furnace again?"

Old man Cao's eyes were already a little straight, and there was a sincere awe in his tone, even if he didn't know how to practice, he could see that the hundred horsemen in front of him were extraordinary: "Little Lao'er is powerless, legend has it that the ancient qi practitioners refined qi and refined their weapons, and they wanted adults to start from the word 'qi'." ”

He said it tongue-twisting, but Liu Tugou understood.

The second master's left paw poked out, and another tiger claw was formed, and the previous one was forced into the furnace.

The free right paw was retracted, and the third tiger claw knocked the second one in.

The flames in the furnace instantly turned into a thick blood-red, enveloping the half-truncated sword that flickered with purple light.

Liu Tugou didn't make a move, and as soon as he made a move, he left no room for it, shot out nine claws in a row, and finally both hands came out, and a pair of blood-red giant claws sealed the furnace mouth again.

Yang Xiongji took the lead, Dong Dilang followed, and Sang Yuan casually dragged some wooden sheepherds Xiucai, except for the old man Cao, who was really reluctant to see the second forging wonder in this life, the rest of them all withdrew from the casting room, for fear that the furnace would explode and die miserably.

During this period, Old Man Cao turned around and saw that his son was going to stay with him, and he couldn't help but be angry, splitting his head and covering his face was an old fist, and kicked his son out with the last kick: "Bastard thing, do you have to be the last child?"

Liu Tugou, who was desperately squeezing the aura around his body, couldn't help but roll his eyes when he heard this.

The apprentice who was originally in charge of blowing the wind had already run away, and the old man Cao personally pulled the bellows, shouting as he pulled: "Lao Tzu is too late, my lord, add more fire!"

Liu Tugou raised his head sharply and shouted softly: "Come!"

Before the words stopped, the aura fell in the sky, and the wind in the courtyard suddenly rose, blowing everyone's robes into hunting and dancing.

Dong Dilang was dumbfounded: "Good girl, if I learn this skill, I may really pull the old man off the horse." ”

He looked at Yang Xiong's halberd, which also had a red vertical mark on his forehead, and his eyes were hot.

Countless spiritual qi gathered in the courtyard into a whirlwind air mass visible to the naked eye, and after a little brewing, a fierce tiger like substance jumped out of the air mass, leaping and running in mid-air.

Suddenly there was a clear trembling sound from the furnace fire, and the tiger stopped suddenly, jumped into the casting room, and slammed into the furnace mouth.

Liu Tugou let go of his hands and released the aura tiger into the furnace.

The tiger's huge body squeezed into the furnace, lowered its head and bit it, latching on to a short knife that was blood-red and surging like a wave.

The tiger rank knife, which once appeared in the wonder of Liu Tugou's inspiration, is truly reproduced between heaven and earth, in the furnace!