Lu Xian came to help Ding Rong's shop close the door with a plywood, the kind of door that needs to be completely sealed and all the items on display put away. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info But it's not these that are the trouble, it's the people who live here.

Early in the morning, Lingyue was lazily basking in the sun in the courtyard, neither studying nor cultivating. After Lu Xian came, he directly asked her to pack up her things and leave.

"Ding Rong went out of the door, and the store had to be closed for a while. She said.

"Far away?" Ling Yue obviously disagreed with this statement, "It's so chaotic outside now, where can I go out?"

Lu Xian knew that it was useless to lie to this guy, so he didn't explain much.

"Anyway, let's go first and move to the pharmacy. It's going to be closed here. ”

Lingyue didn't resist anything, and ran to the room to pack her things. As for what she thought of it in her heart, only she knew.

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In the valley, Lin Yuanshou was practicing fire control with the Burning Mountain Prayer Bead, and by the way, he helped Ding Rong heat the blast furnace.

She grabbed a sword embryo with her aura, burned it red on the stove, and soaked it in cold water with a special spiritual liquid. Constant tempering.

On the other side, a pebble-sized piece of fire-attribute five-element spirit iron had been melted into molten iron, and it was continuing to be heated in a small crucible.

This work has been going on all night. Lin Yuan had an affair and felt very guilty about Ding Rong, so he has been accompanying him seriously. Don't say anything to compensate, so let's behave well, and if you are guessed through in the future, you have to fight for leniency.

Ding Rong was hammering the last sword embryo. I don't know how many times this fast spirit iron has been broken, but at least there is a 'hundred refinement'.

She always wears only a heavy apron when she works to prevent sparks from splashing on her body. The rest of the upper body was removed, after all, it was too hot. Especially the apron, it's hot to death.

Lin Yuan stood behind her the whole time, staring at her latissimus dorsi muscles, honey-colored skin, and fine beads of sweat all over her skin when she struck the iron.

These beads of sweat are familiar to him and often come into close proximity. Ding Rong sweats easily, and a little exercise will make herself wet, which is one of the reasons why she has to work topless.

The last tempering is over. If it is replaced by mortal iron, this is completely destroying the solidity of iron. There is also a limit to the number of temperings. However, there is no need to think about Lingtie so much, among them, the aura will enhance the activity of the material, and it is not too limited to the number of tempering, but the more the better.

What she created was an ordinary flying sword, made of high-grade spirit iron, and a small amount of Roaring Beast crystal nucleus powder was involved. Then use the Heavenly Soldier Spiritual Attraction Technique to stimulate the talent of this roaring beast, and try to give this sword the divine power of the roaring beast.

This is Ding Rong's newly mastered technique, and it is also the culprit of her lack of cultivation in the past four months.

The cultivation process of the Heavenly Soldier Spiritual Attraction Technique is not easy, and it is also very difficult to master it. Although it is said that some strata, it is a very test of proficiency, and proficiency is directly linked to the success rate of stimulating supernatural powers. This is also the reason why she wants to borrow the Burning Mountain Prayer Bead.

This time, the supernatural power stimulation was successful, but not once, but fifteen times, using fifteen roaring beast crystal nuclei. Fortunately, this thing is not rare, although it is quite expensive, but the supply is sufficient, and it can be purchased in the market. With Yan Kangmen's financial resources, all the problems that can be solved with money are not a problem.

The Howler is a small spirit that is timid by nature and good at escaping. When fleeing, it often snorts at the enemy, which is mixed with its natural powers, which are enough to deter the enemy for a while.

Now that this flying sword also has this power, Ding Rong feels that it should be quite easy to use, and after practice, it should be a high-level flying sword anyway.

The final step of the sword body processing process now begins, and it is the turn of the cherished fire attribute spirit iron to come into play.

The molten iron that has been melted in the dry pot for a long time is mixed with some miscellaneous materials to improve its strength and stability. It was then wrapped around the blade of the sword, which was like an enamel, and then thrown directly into the blast furnace to be roasted.

Ding Rong calculated the temperature in his heart, but he didn't have much bottom in his heart. After all, she was a rookie in refining magic weapons. In addition to the imagination of this dish when refining, it is more inexperienced. For example, how much time is the best time for this final quenching process? She didn't know very well, so she could only walk by feeling.

Although she used a lot of good things this time, and even if it was poor, she was still vigilant in the spirit of excellence.

"The difference between forging and casting is really big......" As an old blacksmith, Ding Rong expressed this emotion in hindsight.

After about a dozen breaths, she felt that the quenching should have been completed, so she took the sword out of the blast furnace and hung it in the sky.

A strong flame aura floated from the sword body to the surroundings, and the power in the fire attribute spirit iron was spreading outward, fleeing. They sensed that something was trying to imprison them, and they kept resisting.

It was the first time Ding Rong had heard that this kind of thing would happen, and the fire aura spread out in one breath. If they are allowed to run away, this last step will be in vain, and the fire attribute spirit iron will also be wasted.

"Lin Yuan, help me control these fires, don't let them escape!"

Ding Rong shouted for help, Lin Yuan nodded, and used the fire control technique to gather flames.

He had already taken the Burning Mountain Prayer Bead to control the fire for a night, his spell proficiency had improved by leaps and bounds, and the sea of qi was quite abundant, after all, he was a high-level cultivator of the Qi Condensing Sutra.

In the face of this scattered fire, he gathered it with all his might. However, the scope of the diffusion of fire aura is too large, and this job seems to be a little difficult.

Just when he felt struggling and was about to lose his ability to contain the flames, Yun Cheng ran over and cast the three-colored fire in the Earth Fire Chapter, using his own flames to surround these spiritual fires and trap them in a huge hollow fireball.

"Blocking the air?" Ding Rong discovered Yun Cheng's thoughts, and smiled and nodded like.

After losing an abundant burning environment, the spiritual fire became weakened and suppressed. Lin Yuan used the fire control technique again at this time, and finally suppressed the spiritual fire into the spiritual material of the sword body.

After completing it, the flying sword trembled and struggled in the air for a while, and then erupted into two supernatural powers. The first is the fire, the flying sword induces the aura in the air, and an explosion occurs around it, rolling up a huge wave of flames. The second is the roar, which is deafening.

In this way, under the joint efforts of the three of them, a top-level flying sword was successfully refined.

Ding Rong looked at the sword he had refined, and he couldn't believe it. This was the first time she had applied this difficult technique to refine a magic weapon, and she was ready to fail. Fortunately, Lin Yuan and Yun Cheng were there, and fortunately, they chose fire attribute spirit iron, and the two of them had experience in fire control, which made up for Ding Rong's shortcomings.

So, the hard work was rewarded, and a good sword was born. (To be continued.) )