Chapter 112 Weapon Refining
The wind and rain were silent in the mountain environment, and the dry lakeside was filled with water due to the efforts of Lin Guiyuan and Jinsheng.
Lin Yuan saw the fish turn into water and return to the lake.
Three days have passed since the date of the battle between Bai Lian and Fang Geyu, and during these three days, he never started to make the mecha man.
The black gold cold iron placed by the lake was excavated by Lin Guiyuan for him in Kongcang Mountain, but he never touched it.
Balian rubbed his dry eyes, lowered his head and glanced with satisfaction at the wooden board in his hand with intricate and orderly lines drawn on it.
After three days of hard work, he finally copied every line in the black heart.
What made him even more satisfied was that the runes on the board were not carved by him with a carving knife, but were drawn stroke by stroke with his own mental power.
Three days have passed, and his mental power has also improved rapidly. Although his lethality is not strong, his endurance is far beyond ordinary people.
I stretched my body for a long time. My mental strength has been a bit overloaded in the past few days, and there was a faint stabbing pain in my head.
Bailian knew not to act too hastily, so he put down the wooden board in his hand and looked around.
But it was strange to find that the little girl surnamed Fang was not clinging to Lin Yuan today. She was nowhere to be seen. Only a few white unicorns lived peacefully by the lake.
Of course, Balian didn't want to restrict her freedom, and he didn't care about it for a while, so he finally started to sort out the black gold cold iron that Lin Guiyuan had found for him.
This black gold cold iron is not a special product, it is extremely strong, and what is even more rare is that it was born from the power of heaven and earth. It is a rare treasure in a period of practice, and it is also the forging and tempering of Lin Guiyuan. A precious material that is indispensable in the art of weaponry.
Just one or two weights of black gold cold iron are melted into ordinary iron through high-temperature calcination, and there is a great chance of forging a good high-grade treasure, and this is according to the Calculated based on the probability of becoming an entry-level weapon refiner.
But the black gold cold iron piled in front of Bailian now is as big as a hill, as tall as him.
Bailian touched his chin, thinking that it was no wonder that Fang Geyu was bound to win Kong Cangshan.
After thousands of years of accumulation, Kongcang Mountain has the power of the mountain god to protect and nurture all things and is self-sufficient.
Outside practitioners have no chance to dig out one or two of the accumulated resources. Richness is simply not something that Balian can imagine now.
This Black Gold Cold Iron is just the tip of the iceberg.
Bailian pulled out the Qiu Shui Sword with emotion, and slashed a large piece of black gold cold iron with his backhand sword.
The surprising result is that not even a shallow mark was struck, but the Qiu Shui Sword trembled.
Looking at such hard and indestructible black gold cold iron, Balian's eyes moved slightly, and another interesting idea came to his mind.
No matter how interesting this idea is, it must first be divided into pieces of black gold and cold iron before it can be effective. Otherwise, it will be so big... it will give people the feeling that there is no way to start.
In desperation, he poured spiritual power into the Qiushui Sword and slashed it down again.
A harsh sound of metal and stone intercourse.
But it was only less than half an inch deep.
Bailian once again admired the solidity of this black gold cold iron.
This is as uncomfortable as using the bluntest hatchet to chop down a century-old bamboo.
Lin Guiyuan saw this and hurriedly came up to him: "Master, what's wrong?" Bai Lian didn't know when Lin Guiyuan finally stopped stuttering when he spoke to him, and he lifted it up casually with his feet. The big piece of iron smiled and said: "I want to cut this black gold cold iron into smaller pieces."
Lin Guiyuan said: "This black gold cold iron crystallizes in ten years, takes shape in fifty years, and contains spirit for a hundred years. It is indestructible. Even if it is a treasure, it is extremely difficult to damage it. I still leave this kind of strength to the young master. "Me."
Although his facial muscles are still stiff and his face looks a little serious, his eyes have quietly returned to the peace and tranquility they had when they first met.
Under Bailian's curious gaze, Lin Guiyuan put his palms together and made a soft sneer.
I only saw that palm with blue-gray nails inserted into the black gold cold iron as easily as tofu.
The blade of the palm is like the sharpest sickle in the world.
Once on the left, once on the right, once on the top, and finally once down.
A few uniform iron cubes came out...
Bailian opened his eyes slightly and looked at Lin Guiyuan's palms. No wonder he could easily tear apart the sea of monster corpses. .
Lin Guiyuan, who became a mountain ghost, has improved his combat effectiveness by more than one level.
Lin Guiyuan held up an iron block and held it in front of Bailian like a treasure. He looked at Bailian with a pair of dull eyes and asked, "Is this...is this okay?"
The look on his face was as if he wanted to do his best for a small thing but was afraid of the worst. He looked a little pitiful.
Bailian took the piece of black gold cold iron and said, "Okay, it's very good. Please help me cut another large cube and four cuboids."
As he spoke, he gestured with his fingers about the size.
"Yes." Lin Guiyuan nodded heavily and cut out five pieces according to Bai Lian's request very efficiently.
Bai Lian was very satisfied. He picked up the largest piece of iron as his body and asked Lin Guiyuan to carve out a round shape.
It’s just that Lin Guiyuan’s body is stiff and inflexible, and the rounded body is very sharp and angular.
His eyes were filled with shame, like a child who had done something wrong. He took a cautious glance at Balian and secretly hid the ugly circle behind his back.
Bailian suddenly laughed, knowing that his current state was more inconvenient than his corpse demon body, and did not want to embarrass him, and then said:
"No need to hide it, The size is quite suitable. I don’t necessarily want it to be a perfect circle. Guiyuan, you are helping me dig a hole in this area. It should be a little bigger than that circle.”
He gestured with his fingers on the chest of the largest iron block.
Lin Guiyuan felt relieved when he saw that Bai Lian's expression was as usual, without any hint of disappointment or blame. He twitched the corners of his stiff mouth and squatted down to continue working.
Bailian held the irregular round shape in his hand, closed his eyes tightly, and once again activated his mental power, trying to draw lines on it.
But not long after he closed his eyes, he sadly discovered that the stubbornness of this mysterious metal cold iron was not only against external forces, but also against spiritual power!
It's a pity that he can only practice spiritual power for just three days. No matter how fast his progress is, he can't shake it at all.
After Lin Guiyuan dug out the hole, he looked at Bailian's slightly frustrated look and suddenly realized that he had been dealing with weapon refining all year round, so he could probably guess what he was going to do.
"Master, are you going to make a puppet like Yang Zhao and Huang Kang?"
Bailian nodded: "Well, that girl Fang is coming fiercely. If you can't It would be extremely difficult to completely dispel her thoughts.”
(End of this chapter)