The Nine Godheads

“How is this possible?” After listening to Guo Yuan’s words, Qin’s shopkeeper suddenly became shocked: “That’s already the second product master!”

"How is it possible!" Li shop owner was also surprised! The second product refiner is not high, but what you need to know is that, unlike the meat tire monks, some people have already had five or six heavy meats, and their refiners have failed to reach the second. The entire Leiyin City refiner is less than seven or eight thousand for the sub-professional, but the second refiner can only have one hand!

"Yeah, so the old man is only skeptical," Guo Yuan is also quite puzzled. "The most important thing is that this kid didn't use any other method. The only exception is the silver core of the fire-fighting array. Can form a grain in the mysterious iron, how can the old man not believe."

The Xuan iron pot has already entered the end, although Hong Xiaobao can not see it, but according to the old man, now the interior of the black iron pot is already a vein, which is also a Xuanhuo.

When the old man said it, Hong Xiaobao was quite excited to take the black iron pot out: "Hey! Can you?"

"It can be said," Yin Jiu said. "It's not bad. When you ride this time, the temperature is high. You will handle the corners of the black iron pot, and then use the scraps to make the handles."

The night has gradually deepened, and many blacksmiths have long been hungry, but at the end of the day, they are reluctant to leave, thinking about the final results.

It’s no stranger to deal with the corners, but they have never seen them in the corners of the black iron! In general, the arsenal of the weapons is not enough. How can it come out?

The hardness of the black iron pot is too high, even if it is reduced at high temperature, but it is still done by changing two fine iron shovel. Looking at many people looking at the scrap, Hong Xiaobao just laughs, collects it again and throws it back into the furnace. Hammered the square and knocked it into a thick stick before hammering it on the black iron pot. Hong Xiaobao was worried that the whole heat of the pot would be transmitted to the handle, but the old man said that the material that can block the high temperature in the world has gone too much. If the handle is made hollow, if it is blocked in the middle, it will greatly affect the strength of the pot. .

Everything is right, a black pot will come out in front of Hong Xiaobao, and Hong Xiaobao’s craftsmanship is naturally not good-looking, plus no decoration, this is completely a black pot...

"It's finally over!" Hong Xiaobao haha, he has the impulse to touch the black iron pot at this moment, but the old man said that the high temperature will be dissipated at least until the third time, this is just watching.

"Hey, the test is over! No, try..., the tester is over!"

"Right, try... tester, fast, tester!"

The tester, originally called the test soldier, as the name suggests is a weapon to cast a good degree or firmness, because Hong Xiaobao's pot, so a few people are hard to change the test force into a tester.

This is a pot, naturally it saves the steps to try its sharpness, but the firmness is still to be tested. The method of trial is also simple. Place the pot between two large anvils, and then smash it!

"Hey, old man, if the temperature has returned to normal, nothing is going on, now the pot is still hot, so will there be no problem?" Hong Xiaobao was somewhat worried.

"This is the mysterious iron! Plus the internal context, even if it is still in the heat, these people will not want to hurt a little together!" Yin Jiuyou sneered.

"That's easy!" The confidence of the old man's fans made Hong Xiaobao immediately confident and disdain: "Come on!"

Everyone has been blind for a long time. This is the first time they have met the weapons made by the pure black iron in this life... Hey, should you be a weapon? After all, how can you rely on it?

The crowd immediately came to the rescue, and together they carried two large anvils of five hundred pounds, pulling a little distance to put the pot on top.

A big man in the shape of a big man raised a hammer and stared straight at Hong Xiaobao: "I will not keep my hands! If you break it, don't break me!"

"Ha ha ha ha," Hong Xiaobao said: "You can knock the bad master award you fifty spirits!"

"Hey, hey!" Dahan heard it, and spit in the palm of his hand. He stood in front of the black iron pot and suddenly picked up the sledgehammer. The figure became a bow, and the next moment stretched to the limit. The body suddenly slammed down!

clang--

A loud bang, everyone was stabbed by this sound, the sledgehammer bounced and the dust under the anvil.

"How is it?" All the blacksmiths stepped forward.

"Oh, don't block me!"

"Hey! Good!" Several of the foremost ones have already seen clearly. The big anvil was born with two prints, but the pot didn't have anything, and even a little print was left.

The blacksmith loved the soldiers, a blacksmith's eyes brightened, and he touched the black iron pot directly. The next moment, he immediately screamed and bounced back: "Oh your grandmother! This pot is still hot!"

At this time many people squeezed into the front of the black iron pot, everyone was shocked: "There is no real print!"

“I haven’t been ignited and quenched! Is it so strong?”

"The weapons that haven't faded can be very soft. This pot is now like this. If it gets out of the fire, then you have it?"

"I drop a slap, it's a slap by the pure black iron! This is absolutely perfect!"

"It is a pity. If you make a sword, you are afraid to make a **** soldier!"

Everyone is screaming and feeling the high heat left on the black iron pot, just like being surrounded by a fire.

"You let it go, Lao Tzu also tried it!" A big man suddenly said that he wanted to come and consciously win the victory.

Everyone immediately let go, but it was a slight frown. The big man was holding a pointed hammer. This hammered some stones and what was most effective.

"Hey! A pointed hammer! This is not a big deal!"

"Fart is not kind!" That Han Dao said: "This pot is a shield. What kind of test does the shield use without a pointed hammer?" He said, looking at Hong Xiaobao, he came to the pot and smashed it!

clang--

It was another sound that made everyone feel itchy in the ears, and another dust was raised under the anvil.

It was too late to get rid of the dust, and everyone was once again surrounded.

"Oh! God! It’s still not a bit of a print!"

"This is contrary to common sense!" One person said: "Don't they both keep their hands?"

"Are you jealous? The anvil is trapped more than an inch and still keep it?! Or do you have a hammer?"

"This hardness is definitely a **** soldier." A middle-aged man looked at the pointed hammer: "This hammer is a hammer, so there is no such thing as a single shot. It is terrible!"

"Hey, Master Guo!"

"Hey? Master Guo also want to try?"