The moon is like water, and the moon is soft with a hint of desolation.

It took a long time for the cold wind to calm down.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass in the distance on the right. The cold wind stared at the grass.

I saw a white shadow walking out of the grass. It was a snow-white cat with a body full of horizontal meat, and when it met the cold wind, the fat cat's head was slightly sideways.

But then, the fat cat stared fiercely, baring its teeth and making a low warning sound. Then he walked into the darkness without looking back.

The cold wind was stunned, this fat cat has often appeared by his side for two years, why on earth? Why do you want to see it, but you are so hostile?

After a night of meditation, when the sun rises in the east on the second day, the creak of the door opening awakens the cold wind from absorbing the aura.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and the aura that was circulating around his body dispersed, and then he jumped off the roof.

Han Han, who had just woken up and opened the door, saw the cold wind suddenly falling from above, so he was so frightened that he hurriedly took a few steps back, and complained

"What are you doing here? ”

Leng Feng didn't say anything, just asked

"Can you teach me alchemy?"

The cold wind is so persistent that it makes the Han Han a little impatient. However, he thought deeply last night, and now he is over half a hundred years old, lest he have nothing to rely on, although this young man has a cold expression and tone, but he has no scheming, and he can't help but teach him to strike iron, and someone will take care of him in the future.

Thinking of this, Han Han's originally slightly angry expression slowed down a lot, and he barely squeezed out a smile, and said

"I ate first, and I was talking about it early. ”

Immediately, Han Han prepared to go to the house to make breakfast. But how can I know the cold wind and say again

"I don't have to eat. ”

Han Han didn't play out, said

"If you don't eat, don't I eat either, if you don't eat, wait for me in the next room. ”

Leng Feng didn't care about Han Han's tone, he was more of a 'refiner' looking forward to the meeting

After nearly half an hour, Han Han finally came to the blacksmith next door, and the cold wind had been waiting for a long time.

Han Han walked into the blacksmithing room, told the names of the blacksmithing props in the room, and then lit the fire, and the stove had a bellows.

Han Han pointed to the handle of the bellows and said

"You go pull the handle. ”

After hearing the cold wind, he crouched down and began to pull the handle of the bellows, and the wind rushed straight into the furnace, causing the flames on the furnace to make a slight whistling sound. When the flame was large enough, Han Han put an unfinished knife on the hearth, and as the flame heated, the knife gradually turned red.

Then Han Han took out the iron tongs, took the red-hot knife off the hearth, put it on the iron pier, and picked up a hammer from the side, and said while striking the blade

"Look at it, in fact, the refining tool is very simple, it is to burn the iron block you want to build to adapt to the hardness, and use the hammer to make it look like you want, and the strength must be grasped well!"

In fact, Han Han didn't know how to tell about iron, and simply explained the building process. He has been striking iron for nearly half his life, and thinks that there is no theory to say about iron, the most important thing is to grasp the strength of the strike, which requires many attempts by the cold wind to learn.

Leng Feng pulled the bellows in his hand, thinking about what Han Han said just now. Seeing that every time Han Han raised the hammer in his hand and fell, he saw sparks splashing on the big iron pier, and it seemed a little difficult to see him like this.

I didn't expect refining weapons to be so simple, could it be that junior refiners are like this?

Leng Feng asked himself in his heart, and when he was thinking, he suddenly forgot the pull of his hand, and the fire on the hearth became smaller.

"Can I try it?" Leng Feng asked, standing up.

Han Han glanced at Leng Feng, and then replaced the iron tongs holding the knife to Leng Feng. And Leng Feng didn't go to the iron tongs, and directly grabbed the red and hot handle with his hand, this temperature couldn't hurt him at all.

Seeing this, the Han couldn't help but gasp, and his body took a few steps backwards, as if swallowing a goose egg, and was silent for a long time.

"Hammer. ”

Leng Feng stretched out his hand and asked Han Han for an awl, if it wasn't for Leng Feng's words to wake Han up, I'm afraid he would still be in shock. Han Han carefully replaced the hammer with Leng Feng, and looked at Leng Feng seriously, as if he realized that he had been mislooking at the young man in front of him before.

Leng Feng took the hammer, and saw that the red knife in his hand was almost formed, so he took a closer look at what still needed to be beaten.

Finally, Leng Feng placed the handle of the knife on the iron pier and struck it on the handle with a hammer.

"Bang-"

There was a loud noise, so frightened that Han Han hurriedly ran out of Zhangyuan, Han Han couldn't help but protect his chest with one hand, and his face looked like he was looking at a monster, staring at the cold wind. He looked at the hammer in Leng Feng's hand, and saw that the rod of the hammer had already been bent by Leng Feng's blow.

The cold wind locked his eyebrows, but he didn't expect that he couldn't even grasp the force of hitting the iron, because the force was too large, a deep hammer mark obviously appeared on the handle, and the handle that was originally about to form was destroyed at this moment.

Fang Cai Leng Feng didn't use spiritual power, just the strength of the physical body. Since he is an immortal cultivator, he is used to being strong in ordinary times, so at this moment, he is asked to hit lightly, but he doesn't know how to grasp this force.

After a while, Han Han walked over from outside Zhang Xu, stared at Leng Feng, and then looked at the knife in Leng Feng's hand, and wanted to speak but found that his throat seemed to be stuck by something.

At this moment, the crimson on the knife had faded, and Leng Feng picked up the knife and put it in front of his eyes, staring at the hammer mark on it

"It seems like too much strength. ”

Han Han was stunned for a moment, swallowed his saliva, and said

"It's not easy to know now, right?"

Han Han expected that the young man in front of him must be a person who cultivated immortals, and people like them would inevitably often fight to the death with people, so he thought that Leng Feng had broken his head when he was fighting with people, so he became like this.

He regretted that he didn't have the beginning, why did he say that he was a refiner in the first place, if he accidentally offended the young man in front of him, I am afraid that he would not be able to protect the rest of his life. Now that the matter has been promoted, if he says that he is not a refiner now, I am afraid that the consequences will be even more unimaginable, so the Han Han has to find a way to fulfill this lie.

After thinking for a moment, he mustered up his courage, held his chest out, and pointed at the cold wind like a strict teacher

"I can't grasp the strength well, how can I refine the weapon? Look at it, this was about to take shape, but because of your beating, all the previous efforts were wasted!"

It seems like a simple matter, Leng Feng didn't expect it to be so complicated, but if it was too simple, Leng Feng would wonder if Han Han was a refiner after all.

"Then how do I control my strength?" Leng Feng asked.

Han Han turned around, not wanting Leng Feng to see his panicked look, so he pretended to be calm and said sharply

"It's up to you, if you can't do this well, how can you refine the weapon. You give me a way to restore that knife, I really haven't seen a person like you, not to mention that the weapon was broken, and the hammer was knocked crooked, if the hammer is knocked crooked next time, you will knock it with your hands. ”

With that, Han Han walked towards the outside of the house, and at this moment his heart seemed to jump out, and he didn't want to face the cold wind for a moment. When he walked out of the house and turned the corner, Han Han let out a long breath and felt a little lighter. He had to slow down before he could face the cold wind again.

And Han Han's unintentional words made Leng Feng think he was teaching him. This reminds the cold wind that it is not necessary to use a hammer to strike, and it may be easier to knock by hand.

Han Han asked Leng Feng to restore the knife in his hand, but it was just because Han Han spent a few days playing this knife, and he was unwilling to be destroyed in Leng Feng's hands. And Leng Feng thinks that restoring the knife in his hand may be something that should be learned when refining is the first to get started.

With this conjecture, Leng Feng stared at the small flame on the hearth, and had other thoughts in his heart. Since refining weapons need flames, why not use the flames of the Soul Body Chiyang Sword?

Thinking of this, Leng Feng grabbed the handle of the knife and spewed out a stream of flames from his mouth, and the knife in his hand was all enveloped in flames, and within a while, the knife began to melt. At first, the knife, which was burned by the flames, was bent down, and then turned into molten iron and flowed down the blade.

Seeing this, Leng Feng hurriedly put away the flames and used the spiritual power emitted by the Soul Body Bibo Sword to cool down the knife.

In this way, the knife in his hand now has no idea what shape it is. The cold wind frowned, and he knew that the temperature of the flame was not well controlled, so he would burn the knife like this. After such a ridiculous refining incident, Leng Feng realized that even if it was his own strength, it was not so easy to control.

The cold wind grasped the completely bent knife, and his heart was full of thoughts, and he couldn't calm his mind. Because he thought that he finally had the opportunity to learn the refining weapon, he was excited. He tried his best to suppress the emotions in his heart, and he also understood that in order to control the temperature of the flame, he must calm his heart.