The first refining heart accidentally discovered that the spiritual light released by the five-colored Xia Yi Divine Skill was actually mixed into the spiritual iron in the process of striking iron. Although she still doesn't know what the effect will be after getting involved, but based on the professional instinct she has cultivated over the years of hammering iron, it is always good to try, no matter what is good or bad.

Coming to the fire room of the iron-making room, the arrogant and domineering Chu Lian grabbed Yang Yao, pushed her to the stove, and took out the posture of wanting to stuff her into the furnace to sacrifice to the fire god and ordered: "Quick, help me control the fire!"

Yang Yao has been used to giving her a hand these days, so she did it immediately. Zhuoer even automatically and consciously spit out the fire pill to assist from the side. The first refining heart himself pushed a cart of spirit iron ingots that had been refined, and returned them to the furnace for reprocessing.

The furnace is aided by the fire of the earth's veins, and the flames are endless, and the inner dan is full of fire control and heating, and the loss of spiritual energy is not large. There is also the help of Yang Yao of the Six Fire Pills, so the temperature of the furnace is raised quickly, and the molten iron will flow out quickly.

The first refining controlled the initial velocity of the molten iron, and began to add a certain percentage of spirit sand to it, as well as some other things that Drow had never seen before. After it is done, let the molten iron flow back and reheat it again to remove impurities. Knowing that these routine operations were all over, it was the turn of Zhuoer and Yang Yao to appear again. The two of them sacrificed Neidan, performed the five-colored Xia Yi magic skill, and shot the spiritual light towards the molten iron.

It's strange to say that these auras with good attack power are completely melted into molten iron, and they can't damage them at all. Some of them are like throwing candles into molten iron, which melt at the touch of a button, and do not stir up the slightest splash.

Seeing that everything was going well, Chu Lian slowly lowered the temperature of the molten iron, picked up the hammer and began to strike the iron. During this period, the five-color aura continued to be injected, and every stroke of the initial refining heart made this integration process more and more porcelain.

Looking at the way the girl kept beating with her 'unicorn arm', Zhuoer couldn't help but think of the iron man in the Flame Mountain in her dream.

The man had torn off the flame aura behind him and smashed it into the spirit iron one by one. The current Primal Mind seems to be doing a similar job.

The more Zhuo Er thought about the moon and felt evil, he couldn't help but sigh. I don't know if my dreams are good or bad.

The iron-striking process lasted for a long time, and it was not over until Yang Yao's aura was exhausted and the five-colored aura could no longer be sustained.

On the eve of the end of work, the first refining heart used the dragon method, transmitted his spiritual energy to the iron hammer through the spiritual path, and slammed it into the spiritual iron. In this way, the anvil was directly cracked, and the momentum was as fierce as a meteorite smashed on the ground.

As the hammer fell, the red spirit iron unexpectedly burst out with five-colored spiritual light. Yang Yao met Chu Lianxin and shouted excitedly. And they succeeded.

You must know that in this orb world, there has never been such a spiritual iron. The two consciously created history with their own hands and created a new iron-smelting technology, so they were naturally very happy.

Compared with the lack of knowledge of the two, Zhuoer on the side was much calmer, standing aside and doing stretching exercises to stretch his sore muscles.

After the iron ingot cooled, the first refiner carried it on his shoulders and walked out of the room, showing off to all the ironsmiths in the iron-making room.

It was already dark at this time, and the three of them had been tossing and turning in the fire room all day.

The craftsmen did not rest at this time, and were working overtime to catch up with the order of the first immortal. Chu Bu Xun has no clue about how to meet the requirements on the order, and there is no way.

Chu Lianxin came running at this time, interrupting his thoughts and making him a little unhappy.

"Lord Steward, will you go back today? I have other things to ...... here."

Before he finished speaking, Chu Buyun saw the large iron ingot on the shoulders of his housekeeper, which was colorful and beautiful, and the quality was impeccable.

"This ...... This ......" Chu Buturu was so excited that he couldn't speak, and he squeezed for a long time to ask where the iron came from.

Chu Lianxin looked up with a proud look on his little nose, and was about to add fuel and vinegar to the brag wave. Then she thought that it seemed that she shouldn't tell the truth to these people, and she would make trouble for Zhuoer and Yang Yao, after all, the clan forbade real people in the big world from contacting people outside the island.

Helpless, she had to say that this method was a secret and could not be made public for the time being, and she would wait for a while.

"It's not early, see you tomorrow!"

Chu Lian Xin carried the spirit iron and wanted to leave, but was stopped by Chu Buturbid.

"Steward, wait, can we have a discussion and give me this piece of spiritual iron first?"

"Huh?" Chu Lianxin frowned and decisively refused, "I'm sorry, I have an urgent need here." ”

"Urgent?" Chu Buyun was seriously skeptical, "Uh, I don't know what is urgent?"

"Refining flying swords. I want to see what kind of flying sword can be made with this quality spirit iron, and what kind of characteristics and power they can make. Now I have such a piece in my hand, which is not enough for me to study, and I have nothing extra for you. ”

Hearing this, Chu Buyun couldn't help but shake his head, "Wouldn't it be a pity that such a good spirit iron could be used to refine flying swords?

As soon as these words came out, Chu Lianxin's face instantly became gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Now that all the people in the entire iron-making room are used to produce armor magic weapons, isn't it enough? How I use it is none of your business. ”

"Nothing to do with me? haha. Chu Buyun suddenly laughed, "Does it really have nothing to do with me?

Five years ago, Long Shou and his party had just come to Ronglu Island. At that time, the island was being attacked by sea beasts. The couple used all their efforts to refine a 'Zhenhai Sword', which was used by the monk who was the best at sword control on the island at the time, trying to kill the monster with this sword.

This monk is the daughter of Chu Buyun, who is only twenty-two years old and has not yet married.

On the day he subdued the sea beast, Chu Buyun saw his daughter swallowed into her belly with a sword. Not to mention escaping, there was no sign of even struggling, so he was buried in the belly of a monster like this.

It was the first time in his life that he felt what it meant to be 'the sky was falling', and the whole world suddenly went dark.

After that, the dragon head carried a kind of Great World Monk and bombarded the monster with armor and magic weapons with different magical powers. Although it was also a vicious battle, with many casualties, it succeeded in killing the sea beast.

Chu Buturbidity was very grateful to the dragon head and his party, and he had a blind infatuation with the armor and magic weapons.

After the death of the sea beast, the first family monk naturally dissected its body and collected the demon pill. After opening the sea beast's stomach, they found the swallowed Zhenhai sword, as well as a bit of the bones of Chu Buyun's daughter.

The bones have been corroded by the monster's stomach acid, yellowing and blackening. As for the Zhenhai Sword, it seems to be intact. As soon as the monks took it out, it immediately broke into several pieces, and it was actually corroded by the stomach acid of the sea beast.

'Such a sword...... If a daughter uses such a sword to fight against a sea beast, how can she be immortal!'

Chu Buyun looked at his daughter's bones that day and blamed all the sins on Zhenhai's sword head. If her daughter had used armor and magic weapons, she would not have been ruined and no one would have died.

Now, I see that Chu Lian Xin is so obsessed with useless and harmful flying swords. He really couldn't suppress the resentment that had accumulated over the years, and his emotions were a little uncontrollable, and he started a fire at the obsessive first refining heart.

"Steward, let me ask you, have you ever gone deep into the mine to mine ore in the past year?"

Chu Lianxin shook his head, I don't know why this guy is asking this.

Chu Buyun snorted and continued to ask, "Have you ever been involved in the construction of the hearth?"

"It's almost two hundred years old in that hearth, where can I get involved? ”

"Have you ever cleaned this hearth, and have you ever been involved in routine maintenance?"

"Nope. ”

Chu Lianxin is the eldest lady of the iron-making room, so naturally she will not do this kind of miscellaneous work.

"Good. Chu Buyun's eyes suddenly widened with anger, and he asked loudly, "Since you have made no contribution to our iron-making room, shouldn't it cost you to use the earth furnace to take away the spiritual iron and consumables?

These words made Chu Lian Xin angry, and immediately threw the iron ingot on his shoulder to the ground, and scolded: "I am the manager of the iron-making room, and my parents have worked all their lives for the iron-making room!

"Your father!!"

The quarrel between the two began to escalate, and the voices became louder and louder, which naturally attracted all the craftsmen and monks to watch worriedly.

Seeing this, Chu Buyun waved his hand at these people and asked Chu Lianxin: "Do you really think that you are still the steward of the iron-smelting room?

"Of course it's me!"

Chu Lian shook his lower lip aggrievedly, looked at the craftsmen around him, and asked with his eyes. The craftsmen either looked away with a weak heart, or looked at Chu Bu. The meaning is already obvious.

Seeing this, Chu Lianxin suddenly felt a pang in his heart, and couldn't help but think of his father.

Before the second elder died, she vowed to take care of the iron-making room and the family's handiwork, but she didn't expect that now she can't even keep the false name of 'iron-making room steward'.

Zhuo Er saw that the two of the Chu family quarreled with each other, so he stood up helplessly, took out a large bag of spiritual sand from the space prop hawthorn ball, and handed it to Chu Butur.

"New steward, I don't know if these spirit sand are enough to pay for the use of the earth furnace and the cost of the spirit iron?"

Chu Buyun gritted his teeth, looked at Chu Lianxin hatefully, and did not reply. What he cares about now is no longer the colorful piece of spiritual iron on the ground.

Drow threw the Lingsha bag on the ground, then grabbed the heavy iron ingot, stuffed it into Chu Lian's arms, and then comforted him, "Don't say it. Isn't it just the of flying swords and armor magic weapons?"

Chu Lianxin seems to be noisy at this time, and he is not happy to see anyone. Drow accosted her, and was slamming into the muzzle of the gun, and was glared at by her ignorant heart.

Zhuoer was not angry, patted her shoulder and continued to comfort, "Let's go back first, you clean up your mood." I'm going to you tonight, and I'm going to teach you the correct posture for refining flying swords. Trust me. ”