Martial arts become gods

Chapter 1107 Joint Forging

The blueprint has been worn out, apparently the ancestor of the Kong family read it countless times.

"When I first got this design drawing, I was immediately attracted by the unique idea in it. It took three years and countless failures before I succeeded. If I don't think so, it will be scrapped by your kid." Kong Jialao Zu looked at Mo Xian resentfully, and said.

"Hey, just fix it!" Mo Xian laughed dryly, and took over the blueprint at the same time.

In fact, after forging many precious design drawings, something similar to the brand of Lingbao disappeared.

This kind of branding is what Lingbao finally takes shape, so it is impossible to successfully forge it a second time.

Therefore, many powerful spirit treasures are basically orphans now.

And the design of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao is like this, it can't be copied, it can only be repaired.

Soon, Mo Xian was attracted by that magical idea.

This combination of yin and yang and spirit dragon is simply a big breakthrough in the forging world.

Seeing Mo Xian's intoxicated appearance, the ancestor of the Kong family nodded in satisfaction.

This is what a blacksmith should look like.

He has worked hard for many years before becoming a sixth-grade blacksmith, and one can imagine how difficult it is.

And this title almost made him stand proudly among the heroes.

However, this is both an honor and a loneliness.

By chance, he met a sixth-grade blacksmith, but he was younger than him by an unknown age.

There are some disappointments, but he is more of a kind of joy.

Years of loneliness, once changed, that kind of surprise, cannot be described in words.

After reading it carefully, Mo Xian understood the Yin-Yang Lingjiao better.

But at the same time, he was even more puzzled.

When he destroyed the Yin-Yang Lingjiao, he never thought about repairing it.

Although his trace of strength was not strong, the embankment of a thousand miles collapsed in the ant's nest, and the inside of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao collapsed like a domino.

It seems to be more difficult to repair than to forge a new one.

But even if he wanted to control the destruction, it might not be possible. That kind of collapse is simply beyond human control.

"What do you think?" Seeing that Mo Xian had finished reading, the elder Kong's parents said quite seriously, without any disrespect for elders before.

This is also one of his attitudes. When dealing with forging, one must be rigorous.

"It's very difficult. It seems to be more difficult to reorganize the structure of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao than to recreate it." Mo Xian said slowly, his tone seemed rather heavy.

"That's why I came here before you. The imprint in the design drawing has been used up, so I can only repair it." The ancestor of the Kong family said.

"Try it!" Mo Xian rubbed his hands together, and flicked his fingers, a blazing white flame ignited in a forging furnace.

These flames were drawn from the depths of the earth by the ancestors of the Confucius family using a special method. The temperature is extremely high, so it can greatly save energy.

"Good boy!" Seeing that Mo Xian started directly, the patriarch of the Kong family was stunned, and then his expression became serious, and he also activated a forging furnace.

"Boy, let's see who can find the doorway first!" He laughed loudly, and threw Yang Lingjiao to Mo Xian.

Mo Xian took it backhanded, and said with a smile: "Although you are old, I will not let you go, so don't rush to get angry."

"Haha, it's arrogant enough, but I won't lose." The ancestor of the Kong family laughed and sank into the world of forging.

With a flip of Mo Xian's palm, the Yang Lingjiao flew to the top of the forging platform.

The formed Lingbao can withstand very high temperatures, but once the temperature exceeds the limit, it will be completely destroyed.

But if the temperature can't be reached, there won't be the effect Mo Xian wants.

Therefore, Mo Xian had to use his spiritual sense to always sense the temperature of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao.

This is very simple to say, but it is very difficult to control. It is necessary to constantly change the size of the fire to stabilize the temperature.

Gradually, Mo Xian's spiritual consciousness far surpassed that of warriors of the same realm spread slowly, causing the ancestor of the Kong family's spiritual consciousness to fluctuate slightly.

"Hey, this kid's spiritual sense is actually so strong!" The ancestor of the Kong family's complexion froze, but he was extremely surprised in his heart.

Although his spiritual sense is obviously much stronger than Mo Xian's, it's the result of his being far stronger than Mo Xian and honed for so many years.

"This kid, how many secrets are there!" After suppressing the shock in his heart, the ancestor of the Kong family continued to sink into that kind of forging world.

After a while, the Yang Ling Jiao and Yin Ling Jiao changed almost at the same time, as if a door had been opened.

Mo Xian and the ancestors of the Kong family poured their spiritual consciousness into it at the same time, and carefully felt the internal structure of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao.

Almost at the same time, both of them frowned.

The inside of the Yin-Yang Lingjiao is a complete mess, and he doesn't know where to start.

It is self-evident how difficult it is to make a fuss inside a Lingbao that has already taken shape.

Mo Xian's head was spinning rapidly, and one picture after another flashed through his mind.

Some of the experiences and insights passed down to him by the mysterious man, as well as the forging skills and ideas he inherited from the starry sky deep in his mind, all played a great role at this time.

Slowly, Mo Xian managed to figure out a way out of the chaos.

Following this path, he will be able to peel off cocoons and restore the Yinling Jiao.

After having an idea, Mo Xian immediately felt enlightened, and everything became so clear.

With a flip of his palm, one of the materials scattered on the ground flew up and was thrown into the furnace.

"This boy, has it already started!" Sensing Mo Xian's actions, the patriarch of the Kong family felt his body tremble.

Wouldn't it be ridiculous and generous if he had been around for so many years and was finally surpassed by a junior?
But the more anxious he was, the more confused he was, and the more confused he was, the more likely he was to make mistakes, and he almost destroyed the Yin Lingjiao.

After breaking out in a cold sweat, the ancestor of the Kong family hurriedly stabilized his mind, forging this kind of thing can't be forced.

In fact, he didn't know that Mo Xian had much more things in his mind than his old predecessor.

Perhaps because of Mo Xian's stimulation, after a while, the ancestor of the Kong family seemed to have mastered the way, and with a wave of his hand, a piece of material flew into his hand.

The forging hammer he used was quite gorgeous in shape, like a flying dragon, obviously not ordinary.

Ever since, there were knocking sounds one after another in this stone room.

The two seemed to be competing secretly, and the forging speed was getting faster and faster, until it almost reached the point of dazzling.

Today's Mo Xian is extremely proficient in using the flurry of wind splitting hammers, and the hammering that seems to be swung at random is very mysterious.

Almost any kind of material can be tempered to the extreme in his hands, and it can even be said to break through his own limit.

This point alone is probably a realm that the ancestors of the Kong family, including many blacksmiths, cannot reach.

(End of this chapter)