"Oh, Uncle Lin, you said this package, it is the ore I bought from a stall, I think it should be a treasure, Uncle Lin and Uncle Zhong are well-informed, and I want to ask you for advice. ”

Yi Zixuan opened the package, poured a table over, and then picked out the three special ores.

"Huh!"

Zhong Tai picked up the largest one, as if he sensed something, his five fingers exerted force, and the gray-white outer layer of the ore in his hand shattered, revealing its true face, Zhong Tai looked at the black thing in his hand, and exclaimed: "Sure enough, it is the essence of dark iron!"

"The essence of the darksteel?"

When Yi Zixuan heard this, he also shattered the gray-white outer layer of the other two ores, checked it, felt a little weighty, and said curiously: "Uncle Zhong, what is the essence of Xuantie?"

Speaking of the way of forging soldiers, Zhong Tai knows everything and says everything: "The materials used to cast spirit soldiers are called spiritual materials, and this dark iron essence is one of them, and it is also of top quality, belonging to the gold spiritual materials, and the sharpness is incomparable." ”

"Above the mortal soldier is the spirit soldier, and the reason why the spirit soldier can be called a spirit soldier is because the materials used to cast the spirit soldier itself have spirituality, and the casting process needs to be constantly branded with rune totems, which has long been beyond the mundane. ”

Zhong Tai's expression was very serious: "These are the two necessary conditions for casting spirit soldiers, and both are indispensable. ”

"In that case, isn't it true that only immortal cultivators above the Tibetan Realm can cast spirit soldiers? Since Uncle Zhong knows this thing, then he thinks he can cast spirit soldiers?" Yi Zixuan asked seriously.

"You little ghost, what a ······"

After breaking through the realm of knowledge and Tibet, the spiritual willpower of the human body will change, turn into mental power, and initially set foot in the realm of turning the virtual into the real, so that the totem runes can be depicted, so Yi Zixuan's question is quite meaningful.

Zhong Tai didn't expect Yi Zixuan to be so smart, and he could deduce some other hidden things from some small details, after he and Lin Zhan glanced at each other, although they didn't answer Yi Zixuan clearly, they obviously acquiesced.

"Uncle Zhong, I once heard that some supernatural beings can refine spiritual weapons into their bodies, and they are nourished by essence and blood on weekdays, and once they fight with people, they can recognize and control them, run rampant in the sky, and come and go like electricity, is this true?"

"That's nature. ”

Zhong Tai said with a smile: "If the totem is refined to a high and profound place and formed a formation, the power of the spirit soldier will be greatly increased, not to mention the thousands of changes, at least it can be as big and small as you like, which can be described as infinitely useful!"

"The top spirit soldier goes one step further, it is a magic soldier, with the ability to burn mountains and boil the sea, and the power to cut off the river······ But that's not what I can say. ”

"Is it really so amazing?" Yi Zixuan said with a suspicious expression.

He looked at the black thing in his hand, like an untempered piece of pig iron, and it was hard to imagine that the essence of the dark iron was like this, inconspicuous, like a few pieces of tattered.

Yi Zixuan had a yin and yang fish swimming in his eyes, and at this moment, the essence of the dark iron in front of him suddenly burst out with an extremely strong faint cold light, which was as piercing as ice and snow, making it difficult to look at directly.

Hiss –

Yi Zixuan gasped, and hurriedly dispersed the Yuan Force, the vision just now disappeared again, and the essence of the dark iron in front of him was that inconspicuous appearance, which made Yi Zixuan amazed.

Perhaps this is the so-called treasure self-obscurity.

Lin Zhan didn't know much about this, and he was also listening to it, but after half a sound, he still couldn't help but say, "Zixuan, you said that you bought these three pieces of Xuantie Essence?"

"yes!"

When Yi Zixuan said this, he obviously looked very distressed, and said: "I spent all the money on my body, a total of one hundred and thirty red copper coins, and I bought it, fortunately it is not in tatters, otherwise I would have to die at a loss." ”

"You, you're really cheap, and you're still good. Lin Zhan scolded with a smile.

Yi Zixuan also laughed, it really made him happy to pick up such a big bargain, as for those trivial things, he didn't have to say it, he just knew it himself.

"But it's a coincidence, although these three pieces of dark iron essence are not big, they are not small together, and they can almost forge a spirit soldier-level long sword······

Zhong Tai recalled: "Speaking of which, I haven't cast a spirit soldier for a long time, the last time I built a spirit soldier was last year, and I don't know if the craftsmanship is rusty, it's really a rare spiritual material!"

"Brother Zhong······" Lin Zhan asked with some hesitation.

"Brother Lin doesn't have to worry, in this Tianyang City, Zhong Mou is indeed not famous, but when it comes to building spirit soldiers and carving symbols, Zhong Mou still has some confidence, and no one is above me. ”

Zhong Tai smiled proudly, and continued: "However, it often takes a lot of time to build a spirit soldier, at least four or five hours, and tonight is late, you two might as well rest here for one night first, and then make plans tomorrow, how about it?"

"That's fine. ”

······

It was just dawn.

In the east, the red light expanded, and then quickly dyed with golden brilliance, and after the sun leaped out, it quickly climbed above the distant mountains, and began to spew out a brilliant morning glow.

Although the river surface is surrounded by mist, it is illuminated by the red sun, and all kinds of colors suddenly flow out, which is dizzying.

At this time, in the Zhong's Armor Casting Workshop, the sound of striking iron sounded from time to time, that is, the apprentices in the workshop were doing their homework day after day, they were all very diligent, and they came to the Casting Workshop to strike iron before dawn.

The courtyard of the Forge was spacious, but few people walked around, and in the center was a black stone house with ventilation on both sides, and the jade green smoke was constantly spilling from the vents on both sides.

This is Jong-tae's private forg.

Inside the house, what catches the eye is a blue-black casting furnace that is eight feet square, one person high, and I don't know what kind of material the casting furnace is made of.

Flint was already burning under the casting furnace, and puffs of green smoke were rising.

Lin Zhan had something to do, while Yi Zixuan was walking back and forth in the house, looking at some weapons placed on the wooden shelves.

The black halberd of a long and short length, the halberd blade is snowy, flashing dazzling and cold, making it difficult to look directly, it is conceivable that if you hold the halberd in your hand, it will be naturally majestic and majestic, and it will be able to sweep in all directions;

The mace is the thickness of an adult's arm, exuding a heavy aura, Yi Zixuan lifted it hard, and he could feel a sense of heaviness, at least thousands of pounds, which made him speechless;

A nine-ring knife, placed horizontally on top of the iron frame, with the spine facing inwards and the blade facing outward, the surface of the knife is stained with some red marks, no matter how you look at it, it looks like it is dyed by blood.

······

Swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, eighteen kinds of weapons.

On the wall, a series of swords hung diagonally, some long and some short, different in weight, the hilt of the sword was inlaid with precious stones, and the sword spike was suspended, all of which were sheathed with tough and wear-resistant animal skins, and there was no sharp edge.

"These swords are really good. ”

Yi Zixuan is a swordsman, a person who knows swords, and a person who loves swords, how can he not be tempted when he sees so many swords, and at this time he is stroking the purple gem on the hilt of a sword, his eyes are shining, and he likes it very much.

Yi Zixuan looked around there, but a young man was squatting to observe the situation of the fire, and he did not stand up until all the flints were burning and the bottom of the furnace was full of raging fire.

The boy was about fourteen or fifteen years old, and looked a little like Zhong Tai, except that he was a little greener, and his long, silky black hair hung down in a knot with a cyan tie.

Perhaps it was due to the fact that he had spent some time by the casting furnace, and his roasted and ruddy face was covered with beads of sweat, and the boy wiped the sweat and looked a little tired.

"Dad, the fire is almost burning. The boy shouted towards the inner room.

This Zhong Tai was in the inner room, I don't know what he was tinkering with, and after half a ring, he came out with only a large black ore in his hand.

He walked up to the young man, put the ore in the young man's hand, and said, "Okay, you have to remember that the essence of the dark iron needs to be soaked in the spirit liquid first, at least overnight, before it can rejuvenate the spirituality in the spiritual material. ”

The child remembered. Zhong Xing agreed.

"Hmm. ”

Zhong Tai nodded, then raised his hand and shook it into the void, and the vitality gushed out, and then quickly gathered, condensed into a rope and a ruler, and then said, "Zixuan, come over here." ”

"Here, Uncle Zhong. ”

When Yi Zixuan heard this, he immediately stepped forward.