Comprehension second product Zhao Xiaomeng

Chapter 196 The Instinct of Refining Weapons

The pretty female disciple smiled slightly and said: "Liu Guang has always been smart. He killed so many demons today, which is considered a great achievement!"

Zhao Liuguang raised his head and glanced at Xu Lianyun.

Xu Lianyun glared at her but did not refute.

She held the arm of the pretty female disciple and said, "Senior Sister Qiao, you always praise her!"

Senior Sister Qiao comforted her junior sister: "Lian Yun is naturally very powerful, especially today, the three-star formation was moving very well!"

On the other side, Ye Chengcheng tapped Zhao Liuguang's forehead: "Just this time, not next time!"

"Senior Sister Ye!"

"You acted suddenly today, and those demons did not react, so you were lucky not to be injured! If there is a next time, it will not be so smooth! Therefore, I will not allow you to pretend to be a demon like this next time!"

Zhang Ruoxun nodded and said: "This is exactly the truth!"

He looked around and said solemnly: "You don't allow it! But listen clearly!"

Zhao Liuguang watched quietly from the side. She always felt that the temperature of the furnace was not high enough, and the fairy sword and dagger did not melt fast enough.

In order to save time, this step was completed by the weapon master and three handyman disciples together. Four hammers clanked on the sword blank, and the sword blank slowly took shape...

Zhao Liuguang formed a seal with both hands. After nine slow movements, she poured the immortal power into the prototype of the sword. The prototype glowed and became more refined to the naked eye.

The young weapon master's frown had not yet had time to relax, and she froze on the spot. The place where she struck the hammer was exactly the most suitable place she could think of!

He asked the other two disciples who were doing chores to stop their movements, and he landed a hammer! Zhao Liuguang followed up with a hammer, still at the position that the weapon master had been thinking about!

But the two hammers landed by the cute little junior sister in front of him were stuck on the tip of his heart. If one hammer was a coincidence, it can't be that both hammers were coincidences!

The weapon master took the two weapons and frowned slightly.

Zhao Liuguang thought for a moment: "About four hours!"

The craftsman began to remove impurities.

He took off the handles of the fairy sword and dagger and put them aside. After feeling the temperature of the refining furnace, he threw them in together and carefully checked the extent of their melting.

Hard work pays off.

"Senior brother..."

Zhao Liuguang held his sword and shuttled between the weapon refining furnace and his senior brother: "This senior brother, may I ask..."

"Get off!"

"Yes! Senior brother!" everyone agreed.

The weapon master who was refining the weapon had quick eyesight and quick hands, and deployed a protective array just before the weapon refining furnace exploded, blocking the flying furnace fragments and sparks.

Zhao Liuguang couldn't stand it anymore. If she kept knocking like this, her sword would be destroyed. It was so ugly!

She reached out and grabbed a hammer: "I'll do it!"

"oh!"

But if she was asked to say what was wrong, she wouldn't be able to tell for a while.

"Excuse me, this senior brother..."

The weapon master's face froze when he saw the dagger: "This is a magic weapon!"

The weapon master exclaimed: "Little junior sister is also a weapon master?"

While they were talking, everyone had arrived in front of the main hall of the Immortal Palace.

She held the sword in her left hand and took out the dagger in her right hand: "I want to smelt them together!"

"roll!"

"OK!"

She knew that everyone was busy and was not in a hurry, so she sat at the door with her sword in her arms, staring closely at the more than one hundred weapon refining furnaces with her big eyes.

After the war started, the fairy swords were so worn that they had to keep refining them! They were either refining new swords or repairing damaged old swords, and they couldn't stop for a moment!

Zhao Liuguang walked around the Weapon Refining Pavilion, breaking out in sweat, but no one had time to pay attention to her.

The weapon master dropped another hammer, and Zhao Liuguang dropped the third hammer!

The two of them just hammered each other and forged the prototype of the fairy sword within an hour! Then they threw it back into the refining furnace.

Thinking about it, I feel something is wrong. The magic swords of ordinary demon cultivators are not much different from the fairy swords in the hands of disciples of the Immortal Palace. Otherwise, the two sides would not have been in a stalemate for so long. It should be that the dagger is the only one that is different.

She took out her long sword and looked around, thinking how great it would be if her own weapon could be as sharp!

After watching it for a long time, the unwillingness in her heart became stronger and stronger.

Soon, the mold maker poured the liquid into the mold to cool.

"No time!"

An hour later, a furnace was finally overwhelmed and exploded!

Zhao Liuguang took the opportunity to run over: "Senior brother!"

In the Weapon Refining Pavilion, it was very hot at this time, and all the disciples were working hard to refine the Weapon.

Half an hour later, both weapons melted into liquid.

After the sword blank is formed, it is taken out and hammered.

Then several handyman disciples put the furnace fragments into storage bags without being surprised, and then carried out a new refining furnace. The weapon master lit the furnace with ease and sat down for a while while waiting for the refining furnace to heat up.

rest.

Zhao Liuguang nodded first, then shook his head repeatedly.

Zhao Xiaomeng asked carefully: "Senior brother, is it troublesome?"

"How long until the next rotation?"

The weapon master was stunned. The few handyman disciples had been refining weapons with him for some time, but they still couldn't understand the essence of weapon refining. The position where the hammer fell was far from what he wanted.

Eight out of ten hammers would not land on the spot, so every time he made a weapon, he would let them all hit it. Three people would hammer three times, and one hammer would always be close to the spot he wanted.

"excuse me!"

Zhao Liuguang looked at it and frowned. Is that what he did? Why does it feel like something is wrong? It seems that the order is wrong!

What's wrong?

She concentrated on thinking about it, but she couldn't remember it.

"Let me try it!" The weapon master's eyes were filled with eagerness to try, and he habitually pulled off his shirt.

"Exactly! But it's sharper than my fairy sword! So, I want to smelt them together. Senior brother, do you think it's feasible?"

Zhang Ruoxun and several other fifth-level immortals entered the main hall to report the battle situation to the elders, while Zhao Liuguang and other disciples went back to the cave to repair themselves.

The disciple was unprepared and was pushed away by Zhao Liuguang. Zhao Liuguang waved his hand and hit the sword blank with a hammer!

The bare-chested young weapon master was stunned, and calmly pulled off his shirt and put it on: "Junior sister, do you want to repair the fairy sword?"

Returning to his cave, Zhao Liuguang placed his trophies and thirteen storage bags on the ground one by one, holding his chin and murmuring: "What good things are in here? Could they be similar to daggers?"

Magic weapons? Why are their magic weapons sharper than my magical weapons?"

Finally, I couldn't sit still, so I went to the Weapon Refining Pavilion with my sword in hand!

Zhang Ruoxun raised his head slightly: "Absorbing and refining the immortal energy and improving your own immortal power is the right way! Everyone, go back and practice hard!"

"I...not!" Memory told Zhao Liuguang that she had never refined a weapon before!

But that handprint, how could she do it?

"That handprint is really exquisite!" He shouldn't have coveted other people's handprints, but Zhao Liuguang's movements were so slow that he could see it in his eyes and couldn't forget it even if he wanted to.

"Family history?" Zhao Liuguang herself wasn't sure, but she couldn't even remember the appearance of her parents.

I happened to remember this handprint, as if it was engraved in my mind, and I used it naturally.

(End of chapter)