Escape from the wasteland and farm: the full-level boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Chapter 1162 The Theory of Sword Forging
It's not that Mr. Shanhai has aspirations for others, but that there is indeed a lack of many raw materials here.

It is not difficult to smelt ordinary swords, guns and sticks, but if you want to forge magical weapons, it will not be completed overnight.

Since ancient times, so many sword masters have worked hard to forge so few good swords.

Even if you just look at this piece of black iron, you will know its mystery, so it would be a pity to forge it and waste it.

"You just need to teach me how to do it." Li Wenli's eyes sparkled.

Originally, it didn't matter whether he had a weapon or not, but today he couldn't bear to see Yu Wenjun holding Bai Lou and pretending to be number one in the world.

The next time we meet, we must kill this guy with our hands, and the best way is naturally to crush him in every aspect of strength, financial resources, combat power, and weapons.

This is the real murderer!
Mr. Shanhai looked at the seriousness in the fox's eyes and nodded.

Presumably he was also stimulated by Junjun's injury. After all, this piece of black iron belongs to the foxes, and how to squander it is their business.

Mr. Shanhai didn't hold on anymore, he just let Ah Dao take everyone to make molds for the ballista, and he took the fox to the small room next to him to start a small stove.

"The so-called sword casting, there are mortal weapons and immortal weapons. Needless to say, if you want to forge immortal weapons, four things are indispensable. One is peerless materials, the other is immortal fire, the third is tempering tools, and the fourth is swords The soul of the teacher. We already have the peerless materials, but the inextinguishable fire and even the tempering tools..."

Mr. Shanhai shook his head to express his regret.

"What is the Inextinguishable Fire?"

"The inextinguishable fire generally refers to the fire of magma. The fire is taken from volcanic magma. Only this kind of fire can temper natural materials and earthly treasures. The fire made by ordinary wood is too small to smelt advanced materials."

"What about the hammer?"

"As the name suggests, when forging swords, we need all kinds of beatings. However, tools that can withstand the high temperature of the inextinguishable fire and can change the hunger strike materials into the shape you want cannot be made overnight. Ordinary tools I can't bear it."

These two are also the most difficult for swordsmiths.

After all, when it comes to peerless materials, there is still a chance to encounter them when you go deep into the famous mountains of Dachuan, and the soul of the swordsmith is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the two things in the middle.

The fox laughed when he heard this, and asked Mr. Shan Hai how to cast the sword body and other details, and then left with the material.

"?" Mr. Shanhai looked at the fox's disappearing figure and couldn't help wondering: "You... what are you going to do?"

The implication is, should you consider taking him with you?

The fox paused and laughed: "We can't do without you here, our defense relies on Mr. Shanhai."

Although what the fox said was not wrong, Mr. Shanhai always felt that the fox was unwilling to take him to play, so he was a little unhappy.

This guy, don't take him.

The fox left the workshop slowly with the piece of black iron on his shoulders. When he walked outside, he happened to see mosquito-eating plants dangling everywhere, so he couldn't help snapping his fingers.

The mosquito-eating grass noticed Li Wenli here, and immediately ran over with a big mouth.

The fox slightly bent down and looked down at the mosquito-grass eating like a big dog, and said, "Do you know where that little Shuizhu guy went?"

Ever since he reversed the direction of the river in No Man's Land, in order to stabilize the water vein, the fox threw small water droplets from space into the river.

Two months have passed in the blink of an eye, and this guy is like a meat bun beating a dog, never returning.

It's time to call it out to work.

(End of this chapter)