enchanting blacksmith

After dinner, the elf Wang Zhen gave Feng Tie a dark and shiny pearl with great importance, and told Feng Tie that there was a little bit of his own spiritual consciousness in it, which could be connected with his own body. Where, if you meet other elves, you can take out this bead to contact yourself at will, and you will guide those survivors here in a way unique to the elves, and inject a new energy into this strange world where land and sea mix. stock of fresh blood.

Feng Tie weighed the black pearl up and down, thinking to myself, isn't this the legendary China Mobile Communications? The pearl was handed to Avril Lavigne and put into a storage bag for safekeeping.

"When are you going to leave?" asked the Elf King.

Avril gave Feng Tie a hard look when she heard the words, thinking that the foolish guy, the Elf King, actually took Feng Tie's nonsense seriously, when would he leave? It seems that he still doesn't know Feng Tie well enough, otherwise he wouldn't have asked such a question , or should people reclaim a piece of land first, and build a house to prepare for long-term living.

Feng Tie seemed to have a plan in mind, and kept saying that it would be soon, if there were no accidents, he could leave before dusk today, and now there are two last tasks to be done.

"Didn't you just use those fruits? Do you need anything else?" The Elf King frowned, obviously thinking that Feng Tie's request was too much.

"First of all, I need to build a tall wooden frame. The taller the better, it doesn't matter if it's simple, anyway, it's just used to hold those fruits." Feng Tie counted with his fingers, "Those wooden frames must be in accordance with my designation. It shouldn’t be a problem if you place them in the right direction, right?”

"Well, okay, I will order people to cut down some trees to build. Anyway, the plants in this place grow very fast, so don't worry about damaging the environment here. What else?"

"There is one last item, which is very important!" Feng Tie said leisurely, "Ask someone to remove all the iron bars on the stone prison for me, and also, collect as many iron products as possible from the hands of your clansmen, and then Build me a furnace big enough, bring enough wood to burn into charcoal, and move a big rock hard enough, and I'll strike iron!"

"What? You want to strike iron?" The Elf King was surprised, "What are you doing forging iron? Do you want to strike a sword sharp enough to pierce the barrier?"

"No, no." Feng Tie shook his head and said, "As a king who manages thousands of chickens every day, your memory is really bad enough. Didn't I ask you for some wire yesterday, but you don't have this kind of memory?" Things, then I have to build some by myself, but fortunately I am a pure blacksmith, a high-level craftsman, one who has escaped the vulgar taste..."

"Okay!" The Elf King waved his hand, obviously he didn't want to listen to the narcissistic guy Feng Tie, "Robin, take someone to prepare the things the guests want now, hurry up!" The voice that only he could hear whispered: "This damned fly man, the great elf god, take him away quickly, I really can't stand it!"

"Ding! Ding! Ding! Boom!"

Feng Tie stuffed enough logs and charcoal into the improvised stove. On top of the stove was a sunken cauldron-shaped stone slab. The blazing flame in the furnace burned the stone slab red. Feng Tie was afraid that the stone pot would be burned. It had to explode, and kept ordering the elves to pour the oil of the shark into it, and then spread the oil evenly with the long branches wrapped with rattan and cotton cloth at the top, and the oil kept making a piercing sound, turning into hot The particles were integrated into the stone pot, and the stone pot, which had run out of grease, became unafraid of fire and extremely tough.

Aleda fully demonstrated the violent power of the bear clan who was born as the king of the earth. After transforming, he twisted the iron bars and collected iron tools into small pieces and debris, and threw them into the stone pot to boil. Tao Ruisi leaned forward and took a peek at the iron juice that was gradually melting under the high temperature, and finally held back and did not dare to ask if these things were edible, but just licked her lips, and was roasted far away by the compelling high temperature in the pot. Back away.

Feng Tie stirred in the stone pot with a wooden stick, directing Avril to continuously send out fireballs and add them into the furnace mouth. The large pieces of firewood and coke smeared with grease burned more vigorously under the catalysis of the fireball. The terrifying high temperature made Feng Tie He actually had to burst out fighting spirit to protect his body so as not to be roasted dry, but beads of sweat flowed out from every pore on his body, smashed to the ground, and were instantly evaporated by the terrifying high temperature. Not even a trace of water was left.

Feng Tie casually took the bowl of spring water handed over by Ailida and drank it all in one gulp, and continued to concentrate on stirring the iron juice in the stone pot. The mutual generation and restraint of all things is so interesting, so that the boiling iron juice can easily wipe away the blood of human beings. Flesh and hair, or evaporate a large amount of water, but it can't cause a little damage to wooden things, not even a drop of iron juice is stained on the wooden stick.

Avril looked at Feng Tie's busy work with admiration, her eyes were full of fascinated light, a man who concentrates on one job is always charming, and his body will naturally exude attractive brilliance, which has nothing to do with the general type of work, no matter the number Money is still moving bricks, Feng Tie is in such a state at the moment, although Ailida is also working hard, but this fat guy is automatically ignored by Avril Lavigne, this is the so-called beauty in the eye of the beholder, Feng Tie Sweeping is sacred now, and Avril Lavigne looks like she's shoveling shit even when she's playing elegant golf.

Feng Tie's eyes were focused on the iron juice in the stone pot, the solid muscles on both arms were tense and bulged, and he clenched the wooden stick tightly with both hands and stirred it, stirring up the thick iron juice into a small amount. swirl.

This is completely different from melting iron ore. Those made utensils are already hammered wrought iron, and the iron utensils made by throwing them into the furnace again will become very fragile if they are not handled properly. It requires superb skills and sharp eyes to master Properness and enthusiasm, coupled with years of experience can be foolproof.

Although Feng Tie has traveled here not for a long time and has rarely been exposed to the family's craftsmanship, he has miraculously inherited the skills from the real son of the Zuotu blacksmith, even though the original Feng Tie in this world is an out-and-out Dude, but after all, I have been influenced by ###, and the blacksmith family has passed down for many generations. The sensitivity to iron smelting and forging has been deeply imprinted in the blood of every male in the Odyssey family. It seems to be an inborn His instinct made Feng Tie even more powerful.

In the process of smelting, Feng Tie completely forgot the foreign objects, where he was, the mission he carried, and what the meaning of doing this thing was, Feng Tie even forgot his own name. , Forgot that he was a time traveler, two clusters of flames danced in his eyeballs, as if this was the only thing left in the world that was worth doing by himself.

The vindictive energy emitted by Feng Tiebao began to converge in an orderly manner. Instead of subconsciously protecting the body from the high temperature as before, it started to scatter and swim, and the vindictive energy on both arms became more and more intense. , like a fiery red armor condensed into a solid body, the battle energy on the rest of the body also began to shrink and compress, like a thin layer of gauze covering the body, moving lightly with Feng Tie's movements, It seems to have life.

Feng Tie's mind became clear and clear for a while, like a high god's mansion that can see through everything in the world, a burst of unspeakable enlightenment welled up in his heart, and the wooden stick in his hand was half-soaked in the iron juice, and two pieces were drawn with the ends biting each other. The yin and yang fish together, the whereabouts of the strokes perfectly integrate the three moves of the sword taught by the wolf king Long Tuo, but the sword moves are a combination of the three knacks of "wrapping", "sly" and "violent", and the sword moves are sometimes strange and unpredictable , sometimes lingering like water, sometimes fierce and domineering, and suddenly blending into a suit to explain the incomprehensible truth, faintly breaking away from Long Tuo's action mode, and having Feng Tie's own style, the wooden stick is not like Feng Tie's previous fights At that time, it was just artificially injecting fighting energy into the weapon, but now the wooden stick became an extension of Feng Tie's arm, a part of Feng Tie's body, connected with the flesh and bones, and the fighting energy was naturally poured into it without any force. The sense of rigidity and disharmony is as natural and smooth as wind, rain, thunder and lightning.

Of course, this is just a subjective feeling of Feng Tie himself, as if he has entered a world of clear skies, but in the eyes of the people around him, Feng Tie is still working profusely with sweat, and can only rely on the armor condensed by fighting energy to resist the rising fire. The heat seems to be extremely difficult.

A morning passed quickly, Feng Tie suddenly dissipated the fighting spirit from his body, his eyes sparkled with lightning, and after staring at the iron juice for a moment, he suddenly let out a roar: "Turn on the furnace!"

The elves who had been waiting impatiently rushed forward in a swarm. One team supported one side of the stone pot with the long wooden sticks they had prepared, and the other team stood on both sides to stabilize their balance. After the neat chant, the elves forcefully lifted the iron pot full of iron juice, and tilted it to the ground.

The ground has long been covered with a large piece of flat golden nanite, and Feng Tie used a machete to carve countless small deep grooves on the thick and hard stone. The smelted iron juice was poured on the stone in an instant, as if The rivers returning to the sea turned into trickles and merged into those deep ditches, because they were properly calculated and did not overflow at all.

"Quick, Avril, just take advantage of the present!" Feng Tie roared.

"Ice Elf, with your clean hands, weave a pure white yarn, and wrap it gently like a newborn baby! --Pure yarn!"

Avril uttered a short incantation, releasing the milder pure veil in ice magic, because she didn't dare to use too violent ice gun and magic like ice and snow, for fear that the iron juice would be frozen when it condensed. The sudden change of heat was too violent and it shattered. It could only cover a thin layer of frost and snow lightly on the stone slab, and penetrate the coldness into the iron juice little by little, so that it gradually absorbed the cooling, and finally reached a When the temperature is balanced, it condenses into a solid state and becomes countless thick iron wires.