Playful Immortal Doctor: Evil Emperor Poisonous Love Concubine

"kuang", "kuang", "kuang".

The sound of hammering and tempering became more and more clear now, and Ling Luo's mind was buzzing.

"No! It's useless again!"

In the Artifact Refining Pavilion, there was an unhappy roar from Yan Xiang.

Su Yi's whole body trembled, his face was full of fear, and he said: "Little sister, let's go in quickly, Master seems to be angry again."

Ling Luo nodded, and followed Su Yi into the Artifact Refining Pavilion.

Inside the main hall on the first floor, there is a huge magma pool with a radius of [-] meters. Dozens of long swords are suspended on it, and the whole body is red. On the edge of the pool, there are two disciples. The flames in the palms of the hands have condensed into the shape of axes. , Through manipulation, those long swords are being forged and tempered.

Ling Luo squinted her eyes, and at a glance, she could tell that the material of these long swords was mediocre, not high-quality, and the flame power of these two seniors was also mediocre.

Even if these ten swords are forged, they are only sharper than ordinary iron, nothing special.

"Junior Sister, what are you looking at? Hurry up, Master is on the second floor." Su Yi turned around and urged.

Ling Luo nodded, looked away, and went up to the second floor.

Yan Xiang sat down on a chair with a dejected face, barebacked, exposing the tangled muscles on his arms, frowning tightly, staring fixedly at a piece of orange stone in front of him, as if it followed It's like I have a deep hatred for myself.

Su Yi stopped three steps away from Yan Xiang, and said, "Master, the things from Shengjintang have been delivered."

Yan Xiang didn't even raise his eyes, his gaze was still fixed on the palm-sized orange stone.

Su Yi pursed his lips, and said cautiously: "Master, you promised the second elder of Shengjintang to forge more than a dozen long swords for his disciples. Now that the materials have been delivered, do you want to..."

Yan Xiang raised his head impatiently, with a violent look between his brows, and said: "Just send that kind of rubbish to the first floor, and let Xia Lin and Mu Ye practice."

Su Yi shrank his head, flattened his mouth, and then turned around to go downstairs with a dozen long sword materials in his arms.

"Wait a minute." Yan Xiang raised his head suddenly, and said, "Let your senior brother come over and use his blue-purple ghost fire to see if he can smelt this piece of material."

Su Yi's face suddenly became distressed, and he said: "Master, have you forgotten, the elder brother was injured in the Dawu Arena today, and he is being taken care of by his mother, and he is resting on the bed."

Yan Xiang's brows furrowed even tighter, and he let out a faint "oh", with a hint of disappointment on his face.

Ling Luo was a little confused, and followed Su Yi back to the first floor.The two piled the rough blanks of the dozens of long swords together.

Su Yi walked towards the magma pool with a radius of [-] meters in the center, and respectfully said to Xia Lin and Mu Ye: "Senior Brother Seven, Senior Brother Eight, these are the materials sent by the second elder of Shengjintang to make thirteen long swords, Master Said to leave it to you two."

Xia Lin immediately showed a super troubled expression, and complained: "Is there any mistake? There are still fifteen unfinished ones at Shengmutang, and thirteen more have come from Shengjintang. You really think of our Holy Fire Hall as a dedicated coolie for forging iron and swords!"

Mu Ye's eyes dimmed, and she reminded: "Senior Brother Seven, the heat seems to be a bit insufficient, there are rough cracks on the fifteen long swords."