......

It is not difficult to get the refining equipment, and by the afternoon, Wan Qixuan will get it.

For the equipment of refining, Yu Wenhao knows very well, the primary one only has a large furnace, and the blade is boiled above. In private workshops, this kind of equipment cannot be operated by one person, and charcoal burning requires personal help.

The real refining equipment is not used, the internal temperature is extremely high, and the special refining ore is burned, and if you don't pay attention to the heat, the veins are easy to melt.

Without the third-level tiger demon urine, Yu Wenhao tried to quench it with salt water first.

"Thorny ......"

Harsh sounds, and pungent smells come out......

Ping Pong ...... Ping Pong ......

Yu Wenhao picked up the sledgehammer and tempered it against the remnant sword.

"Such a strong fire, it can't burn the broken sword......"

Yuwen Hao was stunned, he had already found a Xuan-level low-grade vein, and it melted in a quarter of an hour, which made Yuwen Hao feel distressed, but for a whole quarter of an hour, the remnant sword still did not react. It's also hot, it's not red, not to mention deformed, smashing out impurities, and that notch can't be fused.

"Let's get it up...... Anyway, the third-level demon beast has not been found yet, and it is not bad to consolidate the pulse power foundation. ”

Ping Pong ...... Ping Pong ......

Unconsciously, the sun had turned west, and Wan Qixuan entered the hot spring to practice.

Yu Wenhao's body was also extremely tired, and he entered the bottom of the hot spring and began to feel the seven buckets in the sky......

Seven buckets are flashing and dazzling.

Boiling up the body during the day and practicing the "Nine Fighting Sword Technique" at night, although the third-level demon beast has not yet been caught, Yu Wenhao's boiling of the remnant sword has already had some results, and there is already a trend of fusion at that broken point.

For seven days, Yu Wenhao has been consolidating his foundation...... Every time you swing the hammer, you follow the requirements of "Tempering", qi goes through the yang stilt vein, and the power passes through the yin stilt vein. When I was tired, I practiced the "Secret of Silence".

Ping Pong ......

Suddenly, Yu Wenhao felt that his strength had changed, and when he used the pulse, he suddenly felt that the pulse was spurting out of his body, and the remnant sword mouth was as if it was merging in substance.

"Pulse outflow...... In the pulse stage, I actually broke through the ...... like this"

Absorbing the power of the spiritual spring every day, according to normal cultivators, it should have broken through a long time ago, Wan Qixuan broke through the sixth level five days ago, that is, the day after he came, and now he is consolidating the realm.

The earth's veins are sixfold, the pulse power is transformed, and it can occasionally be released, but it is not easy to send and receive, and it cannot release Gangyuan, which is also called the pulse Gang.

Perhaps it was the stability of the eight-color spirit fruit that made Yu Wenhao's hidden vein not come out to make trouble in this breakthrough, but to Yu Wenhao's disappointment, the small distance when the hidden vein entered the middle dantian did not break through.

There are gains and losses.

In fact, Yu Wenhao still expects himself very much, seeing that the middle dantian and the lower dantian are connected by the guò hidden veins, what kind of leap will Yuanli have.

"Quench the sword!"

"Quench the sword!"

Yu Wenhao shouted twice, and saw that Bai Mao did not react.

Bai Mao is Yu Wenhao's little demon beast, when Yu Wen Hao was refining the weapon, Bai Mao squatted aside to watch, especially when Yu Wen Hao's hammer emitted pulse, Bai Mao looked intoxicated.

Once, Yu Wenhao drank the quenching sword, and Bai Mao picked up the water and scooped it and poured it on the sword. Yu Wenhao was overjoyed when he saw this, and tried a few times, but he couldn't get started, so he let Bai Mao follow him to refine the weapon.

Thorn - -

Bai Mao actually stood on the refining platform and peed directly.

"Your sister......

Yu Wenhao's eyes were straight......

This remnant sword is hard to boil well, if it is not tempered well, it will be wasted.

The white-haired and delicate front paws were put in the mouth, as if they felt Yu Wenhao's affection, and they raised their heads unsatisfied, and after urinating, the back paws kicked twice and trembled.

The action is done in one go.

"You're not wasted!"

Yu Wenhao shook his head, if you can't quench your sword today, it's a big deal to continue to fight tomorrow, and it's not a big deal.

Looking down at the remnant sword, Yu Wenhao suddenly became calm......

Not only is the interface intact, but the entire sword body exudes a faint luster.

"Holy!"

The truth of striking while the iron is hot, Yu Wenhao understands it better than anyone else.

Jingle Bell――――

Yu Wenhao swung the hammer and smashed it hard, and after thousands of hammers, a sword that exuded a cold white brilliance, like the light of the stars, buzzed and stood upright.

"Celestial Vein!"

Yu Wenhao held the sword in his hand.

"The old devil's vision is really extraordinary...... The important thing is the white hair's urine ......"

Recalling "Calcining", it seems that only the blood quenching of demon beasts above level five has such an effect, and the white hair is a third-level demon beast, and it is urine quenching......

The white fur seemed to climb up the tree very proudly, stared at the red fish in the pool, pounced like an eagle, caught one ashore, and ate it beautifully.

The biggest difference between the Celestial Vein Vessel and the Leyline Vessel is that the Celestial Vein Vessel is not created by people, it is all handed down from the Middle Ages, or it is made of inexplicable artifacts, such as the handle in Yu Wenhao's hand.

In ancient times, no one could create a celestial vein, it could only be transformed.

Yu Wenhao, a half-hung pulse artist, the first time he refined a weapon, he coincidentally made a handle of the Heavenly Pulse Device, if he said it, he could anger a group of pulse masters.

The success of refining this time actually has little to do with Yu Wenhao, the remnant sword is a holy thing, Yu Wenhao does not build it, the quality is also there, and the most important thing is the white hair.

"Qidou Xiankong, I have almost cultivated, and tomorrow, I will carry out the formal cultivation of the sword technique. ”

Break through the sixfold of the earth's veins, the meridians are broadened, and the pulse power is a little insufficient, so go and cultivate again.

Yu Wenhao walked to the hot spring, knowing that Wan Qixuan was cultivating about fifteen zhang below the hot spring, and slowly went down, the entrance to the hot spring on Yu Wenhao's side was small, every time he dived, it was inevitable that his body would have some contact, Wan Qixuan was very conservative, wearing a very thick linen shirt, although it would slightly affect the cultivation effect, she didn't want Yu Wenhao to underestimate her.

After a few days, the relationship between the two was harmonious, and Wan Qixuan was not as restrained as a few days ago.

All the way down, at a depth of about fifteen zhang, Yu Wenhao felt that Wan Qixuan was below, in order not to disturb Wan Qixuan's cultivation, Yuwenhao turned his head downward, like a swimming fish, wading and stepping away, slowly passing through guò, but the water is too narrow, one person's cultivation is just right, if you add one person, the body will inevitably have contact.

Every time you pass guò, it is a test for Yu Wenhao.

He is fifteen years old, and he has long understood the affairs of men and women, especially in the face of a stunner in the water, every contact between the two bodies makes Yu Wenhao have a special reaction. Fortunately, Yu Wenhao thought of Leng Tong, and this thought faded. Although polygamy is not taboo on the mainland, Yu Wenhao only thinks about the little girl who used to be on the warm jade.

Although the two have never met.

"What smooth skin!"

Yu Wenhao had his hand in front of his head, and diving down would inevitably move Wan Qixuan to the side.