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Without waiting for Murong Bai to speak, Zhao Wen straightened his already burly body, he jumped onto the vines of the river dragon, set up a pergola at the arch of his eyebrows, and after he scanned the surrounding environment, he quickly found a path to the tree hole.

The newly found trail is hidden in the enchantment of the root parasitic bush, and only the goblins can see it, and the little little goblins and goblins who want to walk this path have to be passed through by the cat's waist.

Zhao Wen is close to three meters tall, and even if he crawls forward, it is very difficult.

Man Tianxing was curious about how he was going to climb in, so he stood in front of Murong Bai, intending to have a look.

Zhao Wen didn't say a word, grabbed the giant hammer with both hands and raised it into the air of the secret path, "whew", and randomly picked up a big hammer to the left.

The entrance to the secret trail suddenly widened by half a circle.

Swing a big hammer to the right, and the space on the right lane will instantly expand.

After slashing back and forth a few more times, the space was already large enough for Zhao Wen to stand and walk at will.

All the way forward, I didn't turn two corners and reached the edge of the small lake.

When Ma Zongsheng saw that it was Zhao Wen, he stood up excitedly and shouted, "Oh, old friend, long time no see." I'm really looking forward to you. ”

I don't know what kind of friendship Zhao Wen and Ma Zongsheng have, in short, as soon as the two meet, they are like no one around, and they keep greeting and reminiscing, until the sound of a demon hunter chasing a monster comes from outside the cave again, and they can stop.

Since Ma Zongsheng was forced to leave the strange stone henge and come to the Qingfeng Forest, he has been living a life of escape day and night, and his spirit has been in an extremely tense state for a long time.

Zhao Wen was really sad to see that the once majestic Dragon Divine Clan's relict soul was now gone, and he immediately decided to refine the ghost weapon in this tree hole immediately.

Because forging weapons required an absolutely quiet environment, Zhao Wen picked up an iron flute hanging from his chest and immediately played the sound of the flute that only his apprentices could hear.

In about a quarter of an hour, seven mobs soon emerged from several different tree holes on the edge of the lake.

Some of them have grimaces, some have animal faces, and two of them have evolved into human faces, although the degree of evolution is different, but they are all shirtless, revealing solid and round muscles, and the lower body is all muddy yellow wide breeches.

With Zhao Wen's order.

Each of the demons stood in the middle of a cave, chanting mantras and sticking spells in the air as they formed formations.

As the mantras were pronounced faster and faster, their voices became more and more unified, and the spells became louder and louder until all entrances and exits were blocked.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Wen used a giant hammer to "clang" on the mud floor for a while.

With each blow, the ground grew a foot taller, and when the hammer finally fell, a platform for forging the sword was laid.

Next to the platform, Zhao Wen used the same method to get the quenching pool and refining furnace.

Because those demon disciples who closed the door were not allowed to leave their respective posts, he immediately incorporated several little demon babies adopted by Ma Zongsheng into his door, and gave them tasks such as fanning the fire and pulling bellows.

When everything was ready, Zhao Wen asked Ma Zongsheng and the three Dragon Clan fellow villagers to lie down side by side, and then took out a few special charms from their waist bags and pasted them on their foreheads.

There was another burst of mantras and unintelligible ghost words, and Zhao Wen took off the charm and threw it into the furnace.

As the fire grew stronger, the spell turned into a bright red molten iron and flowed into the groove attached to the outside of the furnace.

At the same time, Zhao Wen took off a few pieces of human bones from the ornaments on his body and threw them into the furnace as reinforcement materials, and finally the molten iron turned into a void iron without impurities and gradually cooled down.

"Keng!" "Keng!" "Keng!"

Every time the hammer drops, the stars can see the fantastic light produced by the impact.

Casting a sword depends not only on the strength of the hammer, but also on the feel, speed and rhythm of the forger.

Zhao Wenguang only in the first round of tempering, and he lifted the giant hammer up and down no less than 10,000 times.

Time is frozen at this moment, frozen by Zhao Wen's demonic energy.

Man Tiansheng was fascinated, and he didn't even notice that this demonic energy that could pause time was invading his internal organs.

In the second round of tempering, Zhao Wen deliberately asked Murong Bai to join him in the beating by reciting the mantra of the Great Dao, so as not to make Ma Zongsheng a demon sword that could only be used by ghosts.

This time, the number of forges was three times as high as in the previous round.

Just as Zhao Wen was about to order Murong Bai to speed up the mantra, he heard a strange grunt in Mantianxing's throat.

After beating a certain rhythm of gripping, Zhao Wen squinted.

The stars in the sky have a ghostly face, their fangs protruding outward, and their hands and feet are slowly demonizing.

Zhao Wen had never seen a human being who could be demonized, and he was so shocked that the hammer in his hand was almost smashed.

Fortunately, Zhao Wen's hand was quick, and he quickly spit out a lump of mud towards Mantianxing's forehead, and after the mud solidified, a seal was formed, and he smiled: "Hmph, it's good to demonize, if you demonize, you will have a lot of inexhaustible strength, don't waste it." ”

Then he spat out a lump of mud on the ground, which instantly turned into a sledgehammer.

The sealed sky full of stars was like an evil spirit, his eyes were blank, and his eyes stared at the big red iron in front of him that was refined by Ma Zongsheng's soul, he first stood up mechanically, and then mechanically picked up the sledgehammer.

In the third round, with the addition of the stars, the speed of sword forging was much faster.

Zhao Wen saw that the iron was already at the right time, so he asked Murong Bai to stop reciting the mantra and mantra, and while he still had the strength, he handed over the demonized sky star to him to deal with.

He erected a wall on the spot to prevent outsiders from seeing the quenching process he was about to enter.

In his words, the essence of sword forging is in this process, and it will never be passed on.

Murong Bai, who was shielded out, had to go alone to recover the demonized Mantian Star.

Fortunately, there was a seal in front of Mantianxing's forehead to suppress it, and Murong Bai easily restored Mantianxing to his usual appearance.

There was no time to flow in the cave, so when the stars woke up, they didn't know that they had demonized, they only knew that they were in terrible pain, as if they had just run a marathon.

"What's going on now?" asked Mantianxing, raising his arm with difficulty, "Why is the whole cave empty, people?"

"They're in the enchantment, just wait. When Murong Bai spoke, he only felt that he was very weak, and he couldn't help worrying in his heart, afraid that he would fall asleep if he couldn't wait for the stars to take the sword, so he stared at the open space in front of him and stopped talking.

Man Tianxing understood Murong Bai's personality, and when he saw that he was silent, he no longer disturbed his meditation and qi practice.

Time was still moving, and the stars began to feel bored, so he began to count the fish that were fixed in the water and did not move.

When he counted to the twenty-third time, there was a loud "buzz" in the open space that Murong Bai was staring at.