Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

For three months in a row, Qin Fengming was doing the same thing, which was to repeatedly purify the refining materials.

And with the purification and smelting again and again, he finally melted the tens of thousands of pieces of weapon refining materials that were like a small mountain into six balls that were only as big as an adult's head.

Sacrifice, refining and purification are the most basic operations of the weapon refiner.

However, at this moment, the thousands of monks who were watching Qin Fengming's weapon refining ceremony, including hundreds of powerful masters of weapon refining, had their hearts pounding for more than two months, calmed down and encouraged again and again.

Qin Fengming's refining process is too incredible. Purifying and melting many materials with different properties into materials with certain properties is an almost impossible process.

But Qin Fengming did this again and again, and succeeded every time.

Smelting and purifying again and again, forcing so many materials with different properties to purify certain material properties, and then melting them together. This process really makes all the monks feel incredible.

It sounds simple, but all the cultivators watching the ceremony know that it is possible to purify and refine the materials once, but it is beyond everyone's imagination to continuously refine and refine the materials that have been fused together.

There is a limit to the purification of any material, but the young man in the picture can perform the technique again and again, as if there is no limit at all.

Everyone could see clearly that Qin Fengming had removed the impurities in the material, but he had not discarded the material at all. But the hill-like material was finally melted and compressed by him into six head-sized lumps of material. This was too unbelievable.

Even though everyone had been watching closely and not missing a single trace, it still felt unbelievable.

"It turns out that Qin Danjun himself has a powerful strange fire. He has been using his own higher-level strange fire to smelt materials. Most of the materials were burned to ashes, retaining some of the essence of the materials. I once hired a spiritual cultivator back then. With the help of Yan's Taoist friends, he did this with ten kinds of materials, and finally got a substance that was far better than the original ten kinds of materials in terms of texture and properties. It turned out that Qin Danjun not only had superb attainments in alchemy, but also in weapon refining. To such an extent.”

Suddenly, a steady voice broke the silence in the hall, ringing in the ears of the monks watching the ceremony.

"It's Senior Hongbo. Hundreds of thousands of years ago, in the world of immortality, there was the theory of formation Daoyan and weapon refining. The art of weapon refining has already entered the realm of transformation." Someone recognized the old man who spoke and spoke with reverence.

"Hong Lao, if you smelt different substances together and let them form other materials, wouldn't you accidentally resmelt waste materials?" Someone said,

Respectfully ask for advice.

The old man surnamed Hong was very talkative and immediately explained: "Of course I can smelt waste materials. This method is extremely difficult and the smelting is not easy. It is not only necessary to be familiar with the various materials to be smelted, but also to have powerful spells to assist. Back then, I smelted it for more than a dozen times before finally succeeding and finding a suitable smelting spirit pattern. I have been looking for strange fires for these years, hoping to cultivate a powerful spiritual flame magical power, but I have never been able to do so, so I have never been able to do it again. Try it. I didn’t expect Qin Danjun to actually do this. Looking at his smelting and purification process, we can conclude that Qin Danjun must be a person whose attainments in runes are beyond imagination. After this incident, I must ask Qin Danjun to give him some trouble-free advice."

The old man's eyes were shining and his mood was uncontrollable. He was obviously a man who was obsessed with refining weapons and didn't pay much attention to reputation and words.

He had already made a judgment, but he still couldn't figure out how Qin Fengming could repeatedly smelt so many materials, because the hot and strange fire could not be sensed on the screen, and the ghost-eating ghost fire was mixed with the earthly fire after Qin Fengming deliberately concealed it. Extremely difficult to detect.

When Qin Fengming finally called it a day and removed the soul-devouring ghost fire, the old man surnamed Hong saw the clues.

This old man can live for hundreds of thousands of years, so he is naturally a Mahayana man. Many monks who know him talk to him one after another, hoping to learn from the old man what no one has seen.

Even those masters of weapon refining with extraordinary attainments also asked for advice one after another, appearing very respectful.

The old man surnamed Hong really saw a lot of secrets. From Qin Fengming's activation of the fire-bringing beast, to the purification techniques, and the control of the spirit patterns, the old man surnamed Hong expressed a lot of his own opinions, which made all the monks around him nod. Be sincere and teachable.

In the past three months, many fighting skills challenges have ended, and the result is naturally more losses than wins. Not many monks have succeeded in fighting skills.

As other fighting skills ended, the number of monks gathered in Qin Fengming's picture hall increased.

The hundreds of wooden chairs originally placed were already occupied, and more had to be added, making the originally spacious hall become crowded.

More than three months have passed, and more than half of it has passed.

Qin Fengming sat cross-legged in the refining cave and rested with his eyes closed. It was obvious that the previous purification and smelting had greatly damaged his own condition.

It wasn't until there were two months left that Qin Fengming opened his eyes, his body flew around, and he sat cross-legged in the void again.

"Look, Master Qin is going to actually refine weapons." Everyone exclaimed, their expressions rising again.

Qin Fengming waved his hand and put six head-sized balls of material into the refining furnace, and then closed the furnace lid. Sixteen fire-bringing beasts sprayed flames and enveloped the refining furnace. The hot flames steamed and submerged the entire refining furnace.

The old man surnamed Hong looked at Qin Fengming in the picture without blinking, not missing a single movement.

His skill in weapon refining is extremely high, and his spiritual patterns are extraordinary. Even if you can't see the specific spirit patterns activated by Qin Fengming in the picture, you can still tell that the weapon refining has reached that level.

However, as time passed slowly, everyone in the hall became disappointed.

Because Qin Fengming in the picture has been sitting cross-legged in the void since he closed the furnace lid. Except for the occasional change of the magic formula in his hand to drive the fire-bringing beast, he has never made any other movements.

And this kind of behavior seems to be two extremes from the previous smelting and purification of materials. Previously, his hands were like flying needles piercing flowers, moving rapidly, but now, they are calm and relaxed, not anxious at all.

Even if everyone is not proficient in weapon refining, they also know that when truly refining a magic weapon, a large number of weapon refining spells and appropriate spiritual pattern infusion are required.

That kind of situation requires the weapon refiner to be highly nervous and to display the magic skills in his hands quickly.

At first, everyone didn't care, thinking that Qin Fengming was sorting out the six masses of matter, and it didn't require such intense magic. But as time slowly passed, Qin Fengming remained unchanged, with no changes in his methods at all.

Three days, five days, ten days...

Soon, a month passed like this. At this moment, there is only one month left before the end of the challenge time.

On this day, Qin Fengming's actions finally changed.

He suddenly stood up, fell to the ground from sitting cross-legged in the void, and then nothing happened.

He sat cross-legged on the ground, closed his eyes, hung his hands on his Dantian, and remained motionless.

Everyone was puzzled and looked at the old man named Hong, waiting for his comments. However, the old man surnamed Hong closed his lips tightly, and he also didn't know why Qin Fengming acted.

"Hahaha... The person named Qin must have known that it was impossible to refine any magic weapon and gave up on his own."

Suddenly, a voice of gloating sounded in the hall.

He was a man with a ferocious aura, a sinister face, and a sinister aura surrounding him.

Some people were obviously not happy with what this person said, but after seeing his face clearly, they stopped what they were going to say to refute. This evil-faced monk is obviously a cruel existence that is not easy to deal with.

"Yes, there is still one month left. Even if he starts refining the magic weapon now, I'm afraid he won't be able to refine any powerful magic weapon. He was tested by the magic circle and couldn't pass it at all. He gave up and knew it." Some people agreed, and they were very happy. meaning.

These two people must have placed bets at Wanbao Palace, and they were betting on Qin Fengming's failure in fighting.

The hall was disturbed by the two people and began to become noisy and chaotic. A shout suppressed everyone's voices: "Fellow Taoists, please silence your voice and watch the scene."

This is the Douji Workshop, and even the most arrogant and domineering people would not dare to really disobey and challenge the Douji Workshop.

Time passed by, and the end day for Qin Fengming to challenge the first-class fighting skills was getting closer and closer.

The countdown to the end of the day decreases day by day, six days, five days, four days, three days...

Qin Fengming had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, never moving at all, as if he had turned into a clay sculpture, lifeless.

Everyone no longer had any expectations. They all thought that Qin Fengming had given up refining and it was over.

However, just three days later, a dozen monks suddenly appeared in the viewing hall. As these monks appeared, the hall that had been quiet for several days immediately became bustling with people again.

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