The transformation of yin and yang grass

Chapter 129 B33, Sword Refining

The three of them were stunned by the sudden extra thing in their minds. They didn't know until Wang Zi explained that this thing was harmless.

But how to cultivate is a troublesome matter. Without the Spiritual Enlightenment Pill, the three of them cannot develop their wisdom. Their IQ is the same as that of a child of a few years old. Don't expect them to understand the meaning.

But let them get acquainted with the cultivation first, and then get the Qiling Pill later.

"Hi everyone, I am a reporter from the Communist Party of China. What is in front of my eyes is the barbed wire fence that has been cut. We can see that the barbed wire fence has been cut with a hole as high as a person, which can accommodate a person walking in while standing. In front of you is the mountain that is said to have immortals, and the mountain has been shrouded in clouds and mist since half a year ago, and all the people who entered it got lost, but fortunately, there were no major problems."

"And just yesterday, someone broke in again. The opening was cut by the other party. We don't know how many people fell on the ground and went in. At present, we have sent search personnel and are actively looking for it. What is the specific result? We will continue to track..."

A reporter reported this incident to the camera. After speaking, he put away the microphone, just in time to see someone coming out, groping for a rope from the fog.

Seeing this, the reporter immediately ran over to ask about the situation.

The result obviously disappointed him, and the search personnel waved their hands, indicating that they did not find it.

Well, in fact, he just wandered around in the woods, found a place for the author to rest, and played with his mobile phone by the way. Not to mention, although the magnetic field is invalid, the network is not bad, but the navigation is not available, and the display is not good. Get your bearings.

"How's the situation?" A potbellied official asked the situation by the side of the road at the foot of the mountain.

"Not yet!" replied his little secretary.

"Fuck! This is critical!" He cursed angrily and kicked the front of the car twice, but there was nothing he could do.

"Do you want to suppress this matter?" The little secretary suggested in a low voice.

"Suppression? How did you suppress it? It's all been reported." With a pregnant belly in June, the official was a little annoyed. "By the way, what kind of news is that reporter?"

"It's a reporter from XX in the south."

"Ok!"

He hummed meaningfully, and the people below immediately understood that his boss was upset with the news reporter, and the other party might be in trouble.

Trying to figure out the intention of the boss is an essential skill for a subordinate.

No matter how they search, it is impossible to find Wang Zi for the time being anyway, Wang Zi is still planning to refine the flying sword on the mountain.

It is very easy for her to get some iron ore. In her ring, there is a dump truck of iron ore, which she bought some time ago.

Go directly to the mine, bring Wang Huayang and Hu fake Huwei, and spend a few dollars.

Wang Huayang was also very confused about why Wang Zi bought iron ore. Although she asked, she turned her back.

Before refining the flying sword, there are still some preparations, such as the style of the flying sword, the engraved formation, other materials and so on.

Wang Zi was a little troubled by the style of the flying sword. She is a novice in painting, and her symbols are different from paintings.

Helpless, she had no choice but to search for pictures online!
It's really shameful for a dignified cultivator to practice a flying sword and find pictures on the Internet.

It's also a good thing that people in the cultivation world don't know about it, otherwise they would definitely kill this scum in the cultivation world with their swords.

After closing the door, Wang Zi has to concentrate on refining his own talisman, a cool flying sword.

The three idiots were sent to watch the door, not to be disturbed by anyone (will anyone?).

By the way, he threw some food to the three of them, enough for them to eat for a few days, and he started to practice the flying sword.

The first is a large muck truck of iron ore.

It needs to be refined to remove impurities and retain the purest refined iron.

With such a large cart of iron ore, Wang Zi is not sure if he can refine the fine iron that can be used to refine a flying sword. If it is not fun, it will be a big deal.

It was impossible to hold so much iron ore in her hut, so Wang Zi could only take out the iron ore from the ring bit by bit, and under the flames, smelt it into a ball of molten iron, floating in the air.

Impurities drifted away along the window along with wisps of black smoke, condensing in the air without dispersing.

Outside the house, the three big fools looked curiously at the black smoke wafting from the window, very curious.

"What is the boss doing?" the boss asked curiously.

"I don't know?" The second child shook his head.

"Why don't you take a look? The third child suggested."

"Get out!" Wang Zi's loud shout came from the room, and the three of them trembled in fright. They quickly ended the topic and obediently guarded the door.

Just kidding, how can you be disturbed at this critical moment of refining?
After painting for a whole day, all the iron ore in a big muck truck was gone, and above her palm, there was a big ball of red molten iron, and there were still traces of black smoke floating out of it.

As for the slag or something, it doesn't exist, it has long been smelted into soot and scattered.

A large muck truck can hold at least five or six tons of iron ore. Using conventional methods, it can extract two or three tons of metallic iron. However, the molten iron in Wang Zi's hands now seems to be less than ten kilograms. .

It just looks less than ten kilograms, but after being refined, the density has reached a high level, and the weight has more than doubled by more than ten times. Coupled with being constantly moistened by spiritual energy, the material has undergone qualitative changes , simply put, is a chemical change.

Wang Zi felt that it was a little difficult to control it with spiritual energy. The weight of this pile of molten iron was somewhat beyond her vacant range, but she could still force it.

Now that the main materials are available, some other metal materials are thrown into the molten iron one after another to remove impurities and retain the essence!
These materials are mainly to enhance the sharpness, toughness, firmness and growth of the sword.

The better the material, the higher the growth and the greater the power in the later stage.

The molten iron that was originally crimson turned blue. Wang Zi was not sure if this was right. This was her first time making a weapon. Although the process had evolved countless times in her mind, it was the first time to actually operate it.

It has already reached this step, and it can only continue to refine. The molten iron glowing with green light is stretched by her according to the effect of the picture, and it is getting thinner and thinner. The prototype of the sword has come out.

This is a popular refining method commonly used by their cultivators. Of course, some refining families still use the ancient refining method, that is, using a stove, burning with a big fire, and smashing with a sledgehammer!

The weapons refined in this way will be endowed with the will of the weapon refiner, usually with their own spells and the like, anyway, they are very powerful. Ask Wang Zi to say that she can't describe it, she can only say it is awesome!

As the shape of the flying sword gradually became prominent, Wang Zi always felt that the ball of molten iron was difficult to control, and it was a bit troublesome. Wouldn't it be the first time that the weapon refining failed?

Holding the spirit stone tightly with one hand, greedily sucking the spirit energy in it, pinching the formula with the other hand, trying hard to control the transformation of the molten iron into the shape of the sword.

When the flying sword was about to take shape, Wang Zi pinched the hand of the formula, and changed rapidly, and a group of spiritual energy shot in, depicting a formation.

(End of this chapter)