Control The World

"Yes, this is the spirit iron for the windless body!" Wang Blacksmith said firmly.

You should know that such a piece of spiritual iron is much more valuable than the spiritual soldiers of all ranks. Not to mention the soldiers in the middle class.

"This spirit iron has been left on the ancestors for hundreds of years. I hope that future generations can forge a spirit soldier and become a master of refining. Unfortunately, the younger generation is incompetent and wasted this spirit iron for nothing." Wang Tiejiang said with emotion.

Immediately, he looked at Ning Wufeng with burning eyes and said, "Without wind, I decided to use this spirit iron to forge the gun body. Pharaoh, I believe you will be able to swim around the world in the future, and the gun will be there when the time comes. Famous with you! "

He said decisively.

Ning Wufeng moved slightly, just like the formation method, Wang Tiejiang passed down from generation to generation, and he could regard the refiner as the existence of faith. He said immediately, "There will be Master Wang."

He lowered the tip of the gun.

"Okay!" Wang Tiejiang's face suddenly sank, his body was full of blue tendons, he opened the silver box, and a piece of spiritual iron flashed with aura. After hundreds of years, his spirituality was not only lost, but more intense.

Such a large body of spirit is more than enough to build a gun body.

Ning Wufeng helped Wang Blacksmith remove the spirit iron from the silver box. He felt that the spiritual array was arranged on the silver box, so he locked the spirit power of the spirit iron.

Spirit iron weighs a lot. But the magic thing is that by pouring spiritual iron through spiritual power, it will gradually become lighter, so it is called spiritual.

Wang Tiejiang was extremely religious, and he said to Ning Wufeng that "the smelting of spiritual iron still needs a big hand."

He patted the spirit iron with one palm, urging the apprentice to pull the wind quickly, making the flame more vigorous.

"Light up the spirit array!" Wang Blacksmith yelled, the stove was also engraved with the spirit array, but it was rarely used at all, and the spirit array burned like a flowing water, where it could be used.

Ning Wufeng found a bag of spirits and placed it on the countertop, letting the apprentice use it casually. As soon as the little apprentice opened it, he couldn't help but whispered, but unexpectedly Ning Wufeng took out so many spirit stones.

As soon as the spirit array was started, the power of the flames immediately rose up, and the red flames gradually turned white, and the spirit iron began to melt. Spirit iron softens at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Wang Tiejiang dropped the hammer with a lift of his breath, and the hammer bounced. His face was red and full of spirits, and a hammer fell again, and a faint layer of white light appeared on the hammer.

With a bang, the flames fell on the spirit iron. But the iron changed only a little bit and was barely visible to the naked eye.

"Damn, I didn't expect this iron to be so difficult to melt." Wang Blacksmith blushed, took a few spit, and dropped the fifty-six hammers frantically, but the influence on the iron was not great.

"Master Wang, let me give it a try." Ning Wufeng said immediately, after all, the masters who can make spiritual soldiers are masters of refiners, and their strength is definitely not lower than Tongqiao, but Wang Blacksmith is only attracting air.

"Then there will be a big job." Wang Tiejiang was helpless with the spirit iron and had to pass the hammer to Ning Wufeng.

"Strengthening the waist, driving down the strength of the arm, you can increase the force exerted." Shen Wang said, this is also their knack for iron.

Ning Wufeng should claim to be, taking a deep breath, the spiritual power in the three spirit veins poured out, the hammer suddenly fell, the spiritual light was shining on the spiritual iron, and the recession was very large, but there was still a long way to melt the spiritual iron A long distance.

He pondered for a moment, and when the aura moved, he applied the true meaning of the gun to the tempering of the iron. Suddenly, the hammer turned into a gun in his hand, and it landed with a hammer, the aura of light agitated, and the iron began to change dramatically.

There is a way!

Ning Wufeng is happy.

Wang Tiejiang also secretly claimed to be strange in his heart. It seemed that his spirit body was for the right person. The hammer in Ning Wufeng's hand began to fall in a magical law, one hammer after another, and the boxy spirit iron was slowly kneaded into a pancake shape.

Wang Tiejiang used the tongs to arrange the iron again.

The heavy hammer in Ning Wufeng's hand fell heavily, and the sharp meaning of the gun immediately burst out, and the spirit iron let him knead like a dough.

After a short while, Ning Wufeng suddenly felt a flash of light in his mind. He suddenly said: Since I can understand the sharpness of the gun, why can't I ponder the true meaning of this powerful force?

The martial arts of the previous life have reached a high level. It is possible to lift weights lightly and lightly. Isn't it the way of great power?

And the annihilation gun in the hands of people weighed thousands of pounds, does it just coincide with the way of great power?

He remembered this, and now gradually began to gradually weaken his sharp meaning, slowly began to realize the true meaning of Juli.

The force is generated by the heart and exerted by the muscles of the limbs.

What is important? Just how people feel. Ning Wufeng knew that in the previous life, someone could overturn a small truck of five tons in the crisis and hug the child who fell from the tenth floor. However, under normal circumstances, don't say five tons, even if it is five hundred pounds, some people may not turn it up.

Should it feel so heavy? This is where Juli's mystery lies. He fell down with a hammer, and the spirit iron constantly changed its shape. As the fire light was tempered, the spirit iron was covered with a faint white light, just like a human meridian.

Lifting weight is light, lifting weight is light. If I do n’t have a heavy hammer in my hand, but Ye Hongmao, do I still need to work so hard?

If not in front of a spirit iron, but a hard iron. Do I need to work so hard?

Ning Wufeng kept thinking, he suddenly thought of the words of the Supreme Master, "All calamities are a trial for yourself. If you overcome yourself, you will have the power to overcome everything."

First you have to think it is possible, then you have hope.

The same goes for the weighty way. When there is a heavier will in your heart that governs you, you can move it even if you have a lot of things in front of you.

At this point, Ning Wufeng seems to have fallen into a mysterious and mysterious realm. The sledgehammer in his hand seemed to be as light as anything, falling gently, but every time it fell, the spirit iron could spread.

The hammer in his hand was getting faster and faster, and it fell like raindrops. Wang Tiejian, who was watching, was stunned. Has Ning's high-end strength already broken through the clue?

The little apprentice on the side even forgot to put the spirit stone, holding the hand to watch Ning Wufeng's iron cone falling like a raindrop. He only knew that his master blacksmith couldn't smash the hammer so quickly.

Immediately, little stars flashed in the eyes, and the big-end is the big-end. No wonder it is so successful at a young age.

"Xiaohai, don't look at it, quickly add the spirit stone." Wang Tiejiang immediately urged when he saw the flames were significantly smaller.

"Oh." The apprentice suddenly came to his senses and hurriedly added the spirit stone.

After a long while, Ning Wufeng just woke up quietly, with a heavy flash of light in his eyes, making Wang Tiejiang feel helpless.

It turned out that Juli really meant it. Ning Wufeng felt a joy in his heart, but he did not expect that ironmaking could realize such a truth. However, this is also closely related to the accumulation of his previous experience.

Spirit iron has been hammered into noodles that are as soft.

"Is it possible to forge the spirit iron?" Ning Wufeng asked.

"Ah?" Wang Blacksmith suddenly came to his senses and said suddenly: "It's okay. I'll bring the mold, and I can start shaping."

When Wang Blacksmith brought the mold, Ning Wufeng helped him put the iron into the mold.

"Large stall, I will teach you how to refine the abrasive tools." Wang Tiejiang seems to have regarded Ning Wufeng as his apprentice. No, he is not an apprentice. He feels that he cannot climb up, but sees Ning Wufeng. With such a talent for refinement, he couldn't help but want to teach.

Ning Wufeng obtained his spirit of refining and grinding tools, and the aura of light constantly emerged in his hands. The aura of light became extremely hot and submerged in the iron. As a sponge, the spirit iron frantically absorbed Ning Wufeng's spiritual power.

The spiritual power poured out, and the surface of the spiritual iron began to melt slowly, showing a white-silvery luster, flowing slowly.

With the continuous influx of Ning Wufeng's spiritual power, the spiritual power of the three spirit veins was almost exhausted, and finally all the iron was melted, and the mold began to form along the mold.

Ning Wufeng then breathed a sigh of relief, and if it was consumed again, his spiritual power would be overdrawn. However, fortunately, his spiritual strength is much deeper than that of monks in the same realm, otherwise he will not even be able to step forward.

After a while, Wang Blacksmith took the deep cold well water and said with some blame: "I didn't expect that Ling Tie will be used today, otherwise you should go to the city and buy some Ling Quan water, maybe the effect will be better."

Ning Wufeng smiled slightly, took the iron bucket with well water in his hand, and said, "These are irrelevant."

The power of the annihilation gun lies in the tip of the gun and in his own heart. After realizing the powerful way of lifting heavy weights, Ning Wufeng read a lot of questions after reading the question.

Your own strength is truly powerful, and relying on the power of the spirit iron magic soldier, after all, is not a long-term solution.

The well water splashed on it, and a slap, a white smoke rose. Wang Tiejiang immediately urged him to start engraving, otherwise it would be difficult to deal with when all the iron was cooled and formed.

Ning Wufeng took a stylus in his hand, and after thinking a little, the pattern of the gun was formed in his mind.

Above the round gun body, pieces of dragon scales slowly emerged, and the undulating dragon body gradually showed its shape, with the sharp tail of the gun tail.

One stroke at a time, although he has never learned these things, but the power of the consciousness allows him to depict each step just right, wonderfully.

The gun is made!

The wrist is thin, and the dragon is his body, spiraling upward, lifelike, the tail is buckled into a triangular shape, and the cold light flashes.

What a great dragon body.

Wang Blacksmith couldn't help but marvel, secretly saying that these decades of blacksmith craftsmanship was better than what Ning Wufeng learned at one time.

When the gun body was 10%, Ning Wufeng snapped the tip of the extinct gun on the gun body, and adjusted the thread into the buckle. There were two inverse scales on the top of the gun body to further lock the gun tip.

The annihilation gun is done!

An outrageous momentum suddenly appeared ...