The Nine Godheads

Duang!

Hong Xiaobao was heavily hammered, and Yin Laomo suddenly shouted: "Stop!"

He glanced at the big knife that was hammered by Hong Xiaobao to the unrecognizable face. He shook his head with dissatisfaction. He said, "It’s so sloppy. If you hammer it down, it’s estimated that you have to recast it... I’m quenching it.”

Then, once stopped, Hong Xiaobao, who was awake at the beginning of his dream, felt that his whole person was not good. He always felt that... he seemed to be broken by Yin Laomo.

Just hammered a thousand notes in one breath, each record is exhausted, and the strength is not comparable to the original forging the black iron pot, but also to meet the various strange requirements of the Yin Lao, such as urgent, such as Slow, such as light, such as heavy, etc., in addition to the energy to control the temperature rise and fall of the array

To be honest, Hong Xiaobao did not know how he came over.

He only remembers that he had only one thought in his heart: for the sake of children! For the sake of children! For the sake of...

Then when I came back to God, I found that my body had faithfully executed the command of Yin Lao Mo, and put the big knife into the iron juice that was only melted out - if a square iron can also be called For the knife.

When I took it out again, the whole knife had already been fattened, and I was surrounded by a circle of iron juice.

"Quenching and cooling!"

Yin Lao Mo commanded, while throwing a cold stone in the stone tank next to it.

Suddenly the "slag" sound, the whole box of water has become a pale color, the ice is cold and the fog is bursting. Then, with Hong Xiaobao inserting the big knife blank, it was suddenly a "slag", the white mist was transpiration, and the steam burst.

"Reheat and burn red!" Yin's voice was faint.

His figure is looming in the white mist, and it looks like a little fluttering.

"You have already hammered the impurities that have been eroded by the knives. Now adding new iron juice, new impurities will be produced. So... continue hammering, all the impurities are gone, the old and new materials are completely Until the integration, this knife is half repaired."

"Well." Hong Xiaobao should have a voice.

Speaking of silently controlling the heat of the campfire, after burning red, he silently picked up the Wujin hammer.

He thought that after a bang of the hammer, his entire arm was estimated to have been scrapped. Who knows that now he has hammered and found out that...

What happened to the thief?

It’s like... just a fierce exercise, just warming up?

Hong Xiaobao was shocked by his own discovery: his body, when did he become so abused? According to the intensity of today, it is estimated that only the brute force can turn the Wuzhang Qinglei to the ground, right? It’s a metamorphosis, there is wood!

But he didn't have time to think about it at all. The voice of Yin Lao Mo has already sounded like a sound.

"Strongly, don't stop!"

"Remember every point that the old man said! Turn all the power skills into your instinct! Only if you really do it like an arm, you have a chance to practice your Pirates to save your fiancee." ......"

Knowing that the Yin Lao Mo is in a serious nonsense, Hong Xiaobao still very honestly waved the Wujin hammer, full force hammer, hammer hammer... In short, various hammers.

Because just now, he suddenly understood one thing.

For myself, repairing weapons to make money for the future wife is the most important, and the practice is secondary.

However, for Yin Lao Mo, it is most important to improve his own strength through the process of casting. The refining of the refining itself is secondary.

Just like...

The same is casting, Hong Xiaobao casts weapons, but Yin Laozhu casts, but Hong Xiaobao.

So...

Say something can't live up to his pains!

At this time, just in the second heating of the gap of the knife blank, the surrounding store was relieved, but it was not a few minutes, and did not breathe in one breath - duang! Duang! Duang... is coming again!

what!

Unbearable!

After so much tossing, I would rather go to the magic door to eat a wave of magic sounds!

So all the stores were angry, and the squadrons found Bao Yunxuan along the sound. The result came to the front of the door and I couldn't help but burst into tears.

- Go to your sister's storefront! Which idiot is the design? Come out and make sure you don't kill you!

This can break out of the law, but the outside can't get in - whether it's the same person or the voice - how can you protest, how to complain?

"Hong Xiao boss, Hong Xiao boss! Open the threshold ~~~~"

"Hong Xiaobao! You give me out!"

They shouted at the outside and broke the scorpion. If they didn't see the law enforcement team, it was estimated that even the violent squad had a heart, but there was no movement except for "duangduangduang".

"This day can't be over..." Time, Bao Yunxuan was crying out.

In the foundry room, Hong Xiaobao almost laughed.

As Yin Lao Mo kept talking, he gradually entered a very mysterious state. I only think that Wujin hammer seems to slowly become an extension of his hands.

I saw that his eyes didn't know when it was closed, but his hands seemed to grow his eyes. He hammered and hammered the place where he should be beaten. It was more precise than his own eyes, and it was absolutely not too bad.

At this moment, Hong Xiaobao can clearly perceive every detail of the knife blank and the Wujin hammer even by feeling.

Where are the impurities, where there are gaps, where there are nodes, where there are flaws, when should I rush, when should I slow down, where should the heavy blow, where should I tap... all kinds of information is like his water in his Flowing through my heart.

The Wujin hammer in the hand, although it has always maintained the input of this 10% aura, but it will definitely not be lighter when it is vigorous, and it will definitely not be one or two when it is light, and it feels great.

perhaps……

This is the realm of the old man's "such as the arm"?

Hong Xiaobao has a strong sense of foreboding. Only after this forging is over, there will be a breakthrough leap in his combat effectiveness.

For example, in the past, there was 10% of the power, but you can only play 50%. More often, it is often crushed by brute force. But from today, I might be able to play with the tricks?

"Almost, stop it first..."

At this time, Yin’s voice slowly sounded, and he did not know whether he was talking about people or knives.

"Quenching."

"Yes."

Hong Xiaobao said it.

When Yin Laotou said "made", he slowly opened his eyes and suddenly appeared!

"Good knife!"

I saw that the big knife after recasting has completely changed its appearance. Even if it is placed in front of the old man of the magic door, he definitely cannot recognize that this is the weapon of the Luna.

Well, how do you say that?

It is almost equivalent to recasting, and the most straightforward manifestation is: the Luna Palace branded on the knife is "special ~ ~ color" ... cough, you know, that is the special ~ ~ ~ color, already It was completely smoothed and restored to the appearance of a normal knife.

I saw that this knife is chilly, and the light can be seen. The knife has also formed a soldier's vein. Although it has been reduced to a yellow-order weapon, it is definitely a rare knife in the yellow stage.

Hong Xiaobao pulled the hair on the blade and sighed softly. The hair was silent and broken. He couldn’t help but sigh: "Short hair, really good knife!"

Then I took the blade and looked at the mirror, and praised it: "Well, good tricks!"

Yin Lao Mo: "..."

The stinky boy was hard to get through for a while, and then turned around and relapsed. This stinking shameful ability, where did he learn? The old man remembered that he had not taught him!

"Ha ha ha..."

Hong Xiaobao took a knife and smiled at Yin Laomo: "The old man, relying on this technique, this knife, how can you sell a six-seven..."

"Six or seven hundred." Yin old man was cold and not inserted.

Hong Xiaobao: "...thousand...?"

This is a thief...

"How is it possible!" Hong Xiaobao suddenly screamed.

He poked the big knife to the old man, and he said indignantly, "Look at this material, you can look at this technique again, absolutely..."

"Well, it is definitely a shame." Yin Lao De continued to poke.

"Wow, wow... old man, do you believe that I turned my face!"

"Flip your face and turn your face! Just like this broken method, I also like to show it in front of the old man?"

Yin Laotou poured his cold water unrelentingly, and then pointed to the dozens of knives and sticks piled up behind him. "When you have successfully repaired all the weapons in the state of insight, you are barely an introduction."

"Being reluctant... getting started?" Hong Xiaobao heard a black eye.

Orz...

This big knife is the first one, my God! Losing, I thought I had already reached the peak of my life...

"What's more, the weapon of the value of three or five thousand Lingjing, is it so simple? The most important thing, you have not started yet!" Yin old man sneered.

Suddenly asked, "Kid, can you still remember the basics of the basics that the old man once taught you?"

"Of course remember..." Hong Xiaobao is weak.

[If there is an absolutely flat river, you will lay a small stone in the middle of the river, and the surface will start to waver. If you have the right size and the right number of stones in your hand, and they are properly arranged, you can make these waves form a straight line. 】

[If the position of these stones is complex enough, the waves on the surface can even form flowers, faces, etc. - and this is the truth of all formations. 】

Such a fresh and refined... cough is a basic outline of the basics of the high and easy to understand, to be honest, after listening to it once, it is really difficult to forget. What's more, Hong Xiaobao's own playing with the fire blast is also flying away?

"But the refiner... What is the relationship with the formation?" Hong Xiaobao asked.

"Of course, it has a lot to do with it." Yin Laojiao has a long-standing heart. "The old man asks you again. You know the most fundamental difference between the genre and the spirit. Where is the difference between the spirits, heaven, earth, mystery, and yellow? Four grades, where is the difference?"

"This..." Hong Xiaobao suddenly stopped.

He knows that Tianjie>Dimension>Xuanjie>Yellow Order>everything, if he wants to say one or two, then he will catch it.

However, the Yin Lao Mo did not expect him to answer. He immediately revealed the answer on his own: "The difference between the genre and the spirit is whether it can lead the aura. On this basis, the fundamental difference between the various grades of the spirit It is the amount of increase in Aura. The main factor determining the amount of Aura increase is the array method.

- With the aura of communication, and then into the corresponding spells through the array method, this is the spirit.

The classification of the spirits is strange, but the point of change is that the better the material, the more subtle and powerful the array, the higher the level of the spirit..."

"At the same time, it is more valuable!" Hong Xiaobao suddenly excitedly inserted a sentence.

"..."

Yin Laomo glanced at him silently, and resisted the impulse to scream, just sighing and then continued: "The only exception, I am afraid there is only the legendary heavenly spirit."

The Heavenly Spirits are all innate spirits that are created with the opening of the heavens and the earth. Nothing is the place where the atmosphere is transported. It can be safely built by the people. You don’t need to pay attention to it for the time being.

Today's knife, it has a quality close to the mysterious order, but there is no one in the array. At best, it is a better blank. How much can you say?

Whether a foundry is excellent or not, the key is whether he can design the optimal combination of arrays according to the material.

Therefore, a good formation mage is not necessarily a good forgemaster. But an excellent forgemaster must be an excellent master!

This truth...

Kid, have you realized? ”