Supreme Medicinal God

Just think about it!

Thinking of the Flying Sword, Ye Feng received his mana, put the silver needle into the storage ring, and kicked the throttle to the grocery market.

After a while, he walked out of the grocery market with a pile of blacksmith supplies and went straight to the courtyard house.

Jiang Yixue and his hasty return from Yudu, so the Queen Mother is still on vacation, and the villa is extremely deserted.

However, this also coincided with Ye Feng's intentions, he took off his coat, removed the pile of blacksmith supplies from the trunk, and built a forging iron furnace in the middle of the yard.

After the charcoal was all burned, and after it was burning red, Ye Feng used a spirit stone to lay a spirit fire circle around him.

In this scene, if other ancient warriors saw Ye Feng ironing with the spirit stone they dreamed of, they would certainly blame Ye Feng for violent death.

But for Ye Feng, comparing several spirit stones with Feijian is really not worth mentioning.

What's more, in Death Valley, there is still a whole spirit vein waiting for him to dig, at this moment it is nothing to use a few spirit stones.

After the fire was burning, Ye Feng threw Wannian cold iron and star pattern steel into the fire. After they melted into a mass, they began to smash it with a hammer.

Wrapping iron is hard work. Only with a strong hammer can the impurities in the material be broken and the flames burned.

Ye Feng, who has just made a breakthrough, is the most indispensable thing is strength. A hammer with a weight of 40 to 50 pounds is in his hand, just like a child's toy.

In the blink of an eye, the jingle sounded in the courtyard.

When it hit the rise, Ye Feng felt hot all over, and took off his shirt completely. He was naked with his upper body, and he slammed the hammer violently, striking the molten iron melted together by Wannian Hantie and Xingwen Steel, and smashed it into the air. The prototype of the sword.

Squeak!

While Ye Feng was doing a great job, the door of the guest room was suddenly pushed open, and then wearing a silk pajamas, the slim figure Wei Qingxuan, the face of the boss came out of the unhappy look.

"Ah, what are you doing here?"

Pushing the door and seeing Ye Feng smashing the iron with his shirt naked, Wei Qingxuan fell asleep, widening his eyes and surprised.

Why is this woman here?

Ye Feng was startled when he heard the words. He almost didn't throw out the hammer in his hand. After seeing Wei Qingxuan, he chuckled lightly: "This sentence shouldn't be asked of me, I should ask you. Isn't the owner home? , You went to sleep at someone else’s house, is this a thief?”

At the moment when the words came out, Ye Feng's eyes couldn't help but shine.

The silk pajamas were lightly ironed and worn on Wei Qingxuan's body, setting off her perfect figure in the world, especially the rich two groups that were about to come out, which made people's hearts hot.

"Huh, before you show up, I have the key to the Yixue family, as long as I want to come here to sleep, I can come at any time!"

Wei Qingxuan dismissed his lips contemptuously, and then looked at Ye Feng wondering: "Are you powerful and have no place to do it, hit the iron in this place!"

"Is there strength and no use, you can just open your eyes and watch!"

Ye Feng grinned, struck hard with his hammer.

"Look and see, I don't believe you can smash this molten iron into a flower!" Wei Qingxuan hummed, turned back to the house and put on a down jacket, leaning against the door, staring at a good-looking expression Ye Feng.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

With a loud blow, countless impurities turned into Mars and flew out of the molten iron.

It's just that Wannian cold iron and star-shaped steel have special materials, which is far from what ordinary iron can match. It is not easy to melt. It is more difficult to harden and forge it. Even if Ye Feng has great strength, he can be hammered, and he still shows out. A layer of fine sweat beads.

But he didn't sweat well. Once sweating, Wei Qingxuan's face couldn't help but feel slightly hot.

Ironing is arguably the most masculine thing about men, especially like Ye Feng's shirtless shirt at the moment, the lines of muscles are covered with dots of sweat, and it is the masculinity that is unique to men.

Such a man is the real man. The little fresh meat on TV is just a vase!

Seeing Ye Feng's sweat beads splashing with Mars, Wei Qingxuan, who had always had a cleansing habit, not only did not feel sick, but felt that this scene in front of her had a very attractive and strange beauty that made her eyes unable to move away.

With the hammering, the impurities in the Wannian cold iron and star-shaped steel are completely eliminated and become pure.

And that pool of molten iron gradually appeared in the prototype of the sword.

Seeing this scene, Ye Feng threw the hammer in his hand, and then used his mana to carefully outline the pattern inside the sword body.

The existence of the pattern is the biggest difference between the flying sword and the ordinary sword.

Without a pattern, adding more precious refining materials can only make it sharper; but with the pattern, a flying sword can become magical from ordinary, such as the ape man who learned to walk upright from crawling Similarly, there are more possibilities.

With the addition of a line of patterns, the prototype of Feijian became clearer and clearer, and the molten iron that made up the prototype of Feijian became clearer, and although not sharpened, it exuded a sharp sense outward.

How is the sword he played completely different from the sword he has seen before?!

Wei Qingxuan looked at Ye Feng with his hand suspended on the prototype of Feijian in confusion. His eyes were full of confusion, and he didn't understand why this sword embryo would change so greatly as Ye Feng's hands changed.

Depicting the formation method, whether it is for mana or mind, is very expensive.

After just half an hour, even Ye Feng was tired and pale, and his mana was empty.

But his eyes are more and more excited, because he knows that his flying sword is about to come out.

Zheng!

After half an hour passed, the sword embryo suddenly made a trembling whistle, and in an instant, all the coal in the furnace went out, and a two-foot-long flying sword gradually took shape.

Without thinking, Ye Feng bit his tongue sharply and spurted blood on Feijian.

laugh!

With the sound of the water being burned by high temperature, the flying sword in the iron furnace flew up suddenly, suspended in front of Ye Feng's eyes, and the silver-white sword body radiated a brilliant silver light.

And the light was not dead, but it was fluctuating like a living creature.

This... what's going on... how could the sword fly by itself...

The incredible picture in front of him has made Wei Qingxuan feel that she is self-proclaimed, and her never-minded brain is about to stop turning.She kept rubbing her eyes vigorously to confirm whether everything she saw in front of her was an illusion, but what happened.

"Come!"

Ye Feng's hand flew, and Feijian immediately fell into his palm.

The two touched each other, and a sense of blood flow suddenly flowed from Ye Feng's heart. At this moment, his hand was not a metal sword, but a part of his arm extended!

(End of this chapter)