Small Village Doctor Cultivation

Chapter 1210: Practicing Casting in Dreams

Chapter 1210: Practicing Casting in Dreams
Ning Caichen thoughtfully put the dagger into the magma. When the dagger melted, Ning Caichen thought it out and carried a lot of molten steel, so the dagger turned into a giant sword.

Ning Caichen turned into silkworm clothes, wearing trousers, bare upper body, sweating all over his body, and swung a big hammer to beat the big sword continuously.

Yan Qingcheng summoned the sofa from the space ring, sat and looked at Ning Caichen's back, saw the toned muscles, a little obsessed, Yan Qingcheng fell asleep unknowingly, after all Ning Caichen kept repeating the work, looked very Easy to hypnotize.

Rumble!
Ning Caichen had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and immediately felt the subtle changes of the giant sword being struck. Every time the hammer was struck, the steel was compressed by the terrifying impact, and its volume doubled.

But when it was compressed to the limit, the flying sword still cracked.

It was found that the flying sword did not break once or twice, but every time it was beaten and tempered, the flying sword had cracks. After all, the density was too high, so it was easy to break.

Feeling that the flying sword is about to explode at any time, this is not an illusion, it is about to explode, crushed to the limit.

Ning Caichen threw the giant sword into the magma, and the magma gradually melted the tempered giant sword, which means that it has never been tempered, and the metal of the giant sword turned into magma again.

Once again, he used his spiritual sense to remove a ball from the magma pool, and immediately crushed the magma into the shape of a flying sword.

Ning Caichen continued to sharpen the flying sword, sending back a wave of heat. At this moment, he felt that the heat was becoming more and more obvious, but the cells had evolved to the limit and could not improve.

The spiritual consciousness felt the subtle changes in the Feijian being tempered, and when the Feijian cracked, it immediately returned to the furnace and started again.

Continuously tempering the flying sword shamelessly, no cracks appeared, but for the sixth time, cracks appeared.

Ning Caichen had no choice but to return to the furnace, and the spiritual sense sensed that the flying sword was tempered and changed even more subtle.

I don't know how many times I failed and how many times I went back to the furnace.

Perception continues to increase, and the subtle changes in tempered steel are becoming more and more clearly perceived, and the level of casting technology is rapidly improving.

From five times of successful rolling to ten times of quenching, no cracks appear.

The number of times of tempering is increasing, but in the end it still fails.

Ning Caichen put the flying sword back into the furnace, knowing that it would not be possible to temper it successfully if it went on like this for tens of millions of years.

There are a lot of things to do outside, but you can't be trapped in the fairy for thousands of years.

Ning Caichen sat down cross-legged and saw Yan Qingcheng sleeping, smiling sweetly.

With an idea, he immediately entered Yan Qingcheng's dreamland.

Seeing Yan Qingcheng in a pink world, surrounded by a garden, the picturesque beauty of flowers blooming.

Yan Qingcheng was fluttering butterflies in the garden, having a great time, when she saw Ning Caichen coming, she burst into a sweet smile, flew over, and threw herself into Ning Caichen's arms.

"Qingcheng, imagine this place as the magma pool outside." Ning Caichen said seriously.

"Yeah!" Yan Qingcheng sat down cross-legged.

The garden disappeared, and it was exactly the same as the outside space, also with a magma pool.

Ning Caichen immediately started refining.

Yan Qingcheng just looked at Ning Caichen like this, watching quietly, her winking eyes were like silk, and she watched with affection for 1000 years, no matter how many years she watched, she would never get tired of it, and when she saw Ning Caichen, she felt happy.

Ning Caichen continuously made the magma in the magma pool into a flying sword, feeling that the technique was perfect, and left the dreamland.

Ning Caichen immediately moved out a cloud of magma.

Jingle Jingle!

After seven days and seven nights, all the molten steel in the magma was tempered into flying swords.

When the flying sword was formed, a gust of cold air sprayed down from the sky.

(End of this chapter)

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