Uncle Hao waved his hand and said lightly: "I'll just click one or two, you don't have to pay too much attention to it." There are some low-end scraps here, you can try your hand first, even if you fail, it's not a pity. After speaking, he handed over a red gourd.

After Liu Yiwen thanked the old man, he walked steadily towards the door. Uncle Hao looked at his back and whispered to himself, "Finally grown up!"

However, after the tea effort, he came to the "Chen" brand smelter, where only Hao Shibo was here, but now it looks clean.

He came to the smelting furnace to take care of it for a while, and then began to think about the process recorded in the book, slowly recalling the appearance of observing Hao Shibo's refinement.

Then there was a gleam in his eyes, and the lid of the furnace slowly opened, and several fragments of magic weapons with a dim aura were thrown into it. After a low sound of closing the lid, the furnace began to rotate slowly, and the runes on the furnace body lit up and began to rise and contract.

His face was straight, and with a finger, a milky white pillar of light the thickness of a brush hit the beast head on the side, and for a while, the temperature in the room suddenly became strong, and a scorching heat swept in, but now Liu Yiwen is no longer what it used to be, but as soon as his mind moved, the aura of the body protection was bright, and he resisted this high temperature.

He slowly controlled the speed of the furnace, carefully adjusting the temperature.

After such a cup of tea, his eyebrows moved. The lid of the furnace was gently opened, and a mass of nearly transparent solution swirled rapidly in the furnace, and suddenly a small ball of liquid fell off from it, suspended in the air, and did not move. Liu Yiwen pointed at this liquid mass with a solemn expression, and the liquid mass flew over with a "whoosh" and landed in a three-legged glazed tripod in front of him.

"Zila!" There were a few muffled sounds, and a wisp of green smoke swayed up in the ding, and this spiritual material was actually scrapped!

Liu Yiwen frowned, and his divine sense was released to take a closer look in this ding.

Half-burnt incense kung fu, a black light and shadow flew out directly upside down from the ding, and was taken into his hand. He pinched it in the middle and examined it carefully.

After a long time, he sighed and threw it into a metal basin beside him.

After repeating it several times, he put a new furnace of new material into the furnace and began a new round of refining......

Half a month later, Liu Yiwen stood in front of Hao Shibo. At this time, his face was a little haggard, but he could not hide the excitement on his face. The wooden table, which was usually used to study spiritual ores, was now filled with more than a dozen kinds of spiritual materials, shining with light and full of spiritual energy.

After Hao Shibo stared at it for a moment, he said movingly: "I really didn't expect Yiwen to master the refining technique so quickly. I thought you'd have to take some time. Although I didn't put forward all the spiritual materials, it was already very remarkable. ”

Liu Yiwen thanked him and said: "Thank you for your praise!"

Then Master Hao swept a blue gourd on the table, and all the spiritual materials disappeared, replaced by a small pile of spiritual waste. Then he smiled slightly and said, "These spiritual materials are a little higher-level, you can do your best!"

Liu Yiwen was taken aback, he had seen the cyan gourd a few times, but the blue gourd was the first time he had seen it. He can't imagine the size of the blue gourd's space now, and its price must be expensive. However, with Hao Shibo's methods and smelting skills, his net worth is not comparable to him.

He hurriedly put the pile of waste into the red gourd, and then said, "Yes! But there's one more thing I want to ask my uncle!"

Master Hao was slightly stunned, nodded and said, "What's the matter?" ”

Liu Yiwen hesitated: "My nephew wants to inquire about the casting of the spirit sword. ”

Hao Shibo frowned lightly and said, "Oh, Yiwen plans to forge a sword by himself?"

Seeing Master Hao's reaction like this, Liu Yiwen was surprised and said, "Is there any problem?"

Hao Shibo paused, got up from the chair, and then he didn't look at Liu Yiwen, looked up at the sky and said, "In this way, Yiwen, I'll tell you a story." ”

Liu Yiwen looked confused, nodded and said, "Listen to my nephew!"

Hao Shibo's deep and slightly hoarse voice slowly sounded in this quiet house: "More than a hundred years ago, there was a blacksmith in Jinling Town, not far from the sect. The old man had three sons and grew up by the iron furnace since he was a child. One day, a man from outside the world came to the family and took away the blacksmith's youngest son, who was only ten years old. The child followed this master to the sea of clouds and mist, and saw a fairy-like figure. In the end, he was determined to have a fairy fate and could become a fairy-like figure. ”

Then he paused as if caught in a distant memory, and continued: "When that child heard that he could become an immortal, how could he still hold it, and he was excited for a long time. In the end, after several years of hard work, he was accepted under the Hongbei Peak. This young man is a little wooden, and his cultivation is quite hard. However, the path of cultivating immortals is originally against the sky, and without the corresponding resources to complement it, how can there be a chance to leap into the dragon gate?"

Liu Yiwen thought about it in his heart, and didn't understand why this old man wanted to tell him this story. However, Hao Shibo has never done useless work, there is not the slightest impatience on his face, and he waits quietly for him to continue.

Master Hao's face did not change in the slightest, and he continued: "The speed of cultivation makes the young man determined to get some pills. But what a rare thing is an elixir? It can only be purchased with immortal coins. But the immortal coin is not an ordinary mortal property, but a real immortal thing. Until one day, I accidentally learned that the Sword Casting Pavilion can lead the smelting task, and the benefits are very high. The boy arrived with a hint of longing and took on the task in a daze. ”

Surprisingly, he felt that this way was similar to the ordinary molten iron, and he felt like a fish in water. He showed great talent in smelting and was favored by a senior. If this senior received a treasure, he regarded him as a descendant disciple and bestowed a lifetime of refining the magic method. ”

Liu Yiwen could hear it, the experience of this blacksmith's son was somewhat similar to his own!

It wasn't until here that a smile appeared on Master Hao's face, and he continued: "The young man became more and more obsessed with smelting, and accordingly he also earned a lot of immortal coins, and spent a lot of money to buy a Ning Yuan Dan. Fortunately, he was favored by God, and in the end, the condensation succeeded!"

Speaking of this, Liu Yiwen faintly guessed who this old man was talking about.

Then Uncle Shi smiled on his face, and said with a sad look: "Later, he dived into the way of cultivators, and secretly vowed to refine a peerless sword, and even his cultivation slackened. However, after several setbacks, it was slowly discovered that the spirit weapon was not an ordinary magic weapon, and its materials were far rarer than he imagined, and the huge cost was immeasurable. ”

Then he sneered and said, "Although this person was not young at the time, he was still stubborn. Even if many fellow disciples persuaded him, even that senior couldn't shake his heart of smelting!"

Speaking of this, Liu Yiwen saw that there was a rare flush on this old man's face, and his heart was shocked. What this old man is talking about now is undoubtedly his former refining career, and judging from the expression on his face, the process must be extremely difficult!