The materials are also produced by Han Ye. There are piles of purple placer gold like mountains. Purified purple placer gold is a deep purple, but the raw ore is translucent white-green, looking like jade.
Hu Qing took a piece. It was quite heavy. He used purple sand gold to make a pot. His arm strength was quite extraordinary. Perhaps Han Ye’s wife was there to help Han Ye exercise.
She took a quick look and wondered if Mr. Han also had a bulging belly when he was young.
Han Ye said: "If it doesn't work, just stop. Don't force it. It's not easy to maintain your soul if you show off your strength."
Don't look down on him as a sledgehammer, but he can do it. There is a connection between actions. No matter what you do, to do well, you must concentrate on it. The longer you are, the more focused you will be and the more energy you will consume. How powerful can Hu Qing's soul be with such a small amount of cultivation? I beat her down nine-nine times over and over, fearing that she would become useless.
Thinking of this, Mr. Han flinched: "Forget it."
Hu Qing refused: "You are looking down on me, right? You don't have to feel guilty. In this way, if you look at me badly, you can interrupt me I, I definitely don’t blame you.”
She is so stubborn. Mr. Han is sorry. Who didn’t have the drive to prove themselves when they were young? Sometimes, you have to rely on that drive. Only then can things be accomplished.
Think about your elixir, it is fully functional, and it doesn’t matter if Hu Qingzhen fails. Then he nodded to her.
In order to let her concentrate on refining the weapon, Han Ye sealed the place so that outsiders could not come in and could not see it. She was itching: "What if we just see it? We can also watch while the chefs compete."
While Hu Qing was moving the ore, Mr. Han came out and said to them with a straight face: "It's over, it's over." By the way, he tripled their homework: "When I check next time, whoever can't finish will be transferred to sweep the dung."< br>
Everyone turned green and dispersed obediently.
When he came back, he saw that Hu Qing was filling the furnace with ore, and the fire was burning under the furnace. He twitched his brows, was he going to stir-fry? Just when he was about to speak, Hu Qing turned around. He was stunned and closed his mouth.
Hu Qing seriously hasn’t refined weapons for a long time. In the past, as long as a person was awake, even on the road, she could take out the stove and practice her skills. After arriving in the fairy world, I have no money and no freedom. How about refining weapons? She doesn't deserve it.
Now it's upright, good furnace, good fire and good materials. As soon as the fire was turned on and the air was heated, Hu Qing's heart calmed down as he lifted the first piece of ore. That kind of solidity is like a person lying on the soft soil after deep plowing, covered with deep black night, smelling the aroma of grass and water, and a happy bird fluttering in his heart.
Suddenly, you enter a state of unity that is completely unaware of external objects.
Hanye retreated consciously, fearing that he would bump into her and ruin her good state. Alas, entering the state so quickly is really a sledgehammer. A good girl will be happy if she swings a sledgehammer or a spoon.
Although Hu Qing entered a state of selflessness, he still remembered the request of this order subconsciously. Nine hundred and ninety-nine, nine times. There’s no technique, it’s all strength.
This is probably the reason why the fairy world weapon refiner is unwilling to accept this order. As early as in Xiaoli Realm, she discovered that no one who could use spiritual power was willing to use their strength. Why could the sword she made be acquired by Chao Huazong? Just because she worked hard and refined each one, it turns out that the one she produced is more durable than the one made by Chaohua Zong himself.
I thought it was because Xiaoli’s physical cultivation was weak and the general environment looked down on physical strength, but I didn’t expect that the fairy world was the same. Didn't the immortal world's weapon refiners realize that repeated tempering not only improves the quality of the weapon itself, but also refines the spiritual power and consciousness of the weapon refiner?
Immortal Weapon Refiner: Of course I found it. But - we have a better way that saves time and effort.
So, repairing this set of equipment according to Han Ye's requirements is purely time-consuming and labor-intensive. Even if he pays a high price, they don't want to waste their time.
Thus the opportunity of Hu Qing was achieved, an opportunity that slipped through the fingers of others.
Fierce fire attacks, melting the ore, removing impurities and setting it aside. Hu Qing purified all the ores in one breath and synthesized them into a big ball. The big ball is then calcined until it turns a deep purple-red color, then taken out to cool and then placed on the forging table and pounded.
Master Han glanced at the beating, which was to make him feel weak. From his layman's point of view, this hammer is good, simple and heavy, with no tricks at all. Judging from the wear and tear on the details, it is a good hammer that has been used well.
You are such a master of weapons, why don't you make yourself a good sword?
The amount of material extracted from the hill-like ore is exactly the amount of Han Ye's set of tools, which he had carefully calculated. More often than not, he is the one bullying others. If there is less, the true level of Hu Qing cannot be tested. At first Hu Qing was beating it steadily, but then he got excited and started to hit it as much as he wanted. The purple sand gold changed from hot to cold to hot again under her hands, from refusing to cooperate to being submissive to being cooperative. It made Mr. Han's hands itchy and he wished he could knead the 8,000 pieces of dough next to him.
This is just preparation work.
Hu Qing straightened the materials, removed the stove and started burning directly on the fire. The fire burned fiercely. It's red-hot, take it off, and when the big hammer falls, a few strings of sparks will fly.
First, shape it into a regular rectangle, standardize the corners and tamp down the inside. Only then will the ninety-nine and ninety-nine begin.
When Mr. Han saw her beating her inch by inch, he thought, "How long has it been since she lasted?" I actually forgot to time it. Then I thought about it, what is the purpose of timing? If she can persist to the end, it will be a success, no matter how much time it takes.
One of them was beating, the other was watching, one was fascinated by the beating, and the other was fascinated by it. The jingling sound, repeated arcs, and jumping flames form a unique rhythm, which is simple, repetitive, and reveals some ancient oracle.
A field is formed invisibly, so people who come to watch from the outside dare not approach easily.
Damu and others came over together when they were resting, and they all rubbed their eyes as they came over.
"It's strange, why do I feel like there's a double image in the scenery?"
"Me too, did I spend too long chopping vegetables?"
"Let's go back and buy some bright eyes. Take the pill."
The two stewards who came behind shouted at them: "It's very free, right? I'll give you more homework."
There was a scream.
"No, Chief Steward and Second Steward, Mr. Han has already added a lot to us."
The Second Steward snorted: "Then you still have time to run around?"
A group of people ran away immediately. : "We took the wrong road, we don't have time."
The two stood outside and looked in for a while, unable to see what was going on inside.
The chief steward said: "What is going on inside? It has actually formed a 'field'."
The second steward didn't know any more than the first steward: "I heard he's a new guy, but I haven't seen him before. When they come out, shall we meet?"
The first steward pondered and said, "You can meet him. ”
Food is a restaurant business, but in terms of the way of eating, food is the first sign of this way in the world of Dengyunxian. Good seedlings and geniuses are never rare. So the chief manager didn't pay much attention to this matter, he just brought in good seedlings.
And inside, the last ding brought a long echo. Hu Qing lifted the sledgehammer, took three steps back, exhaled slowly, put away the sledgehammer, and expanded his chest.
Phew, so comfortable.
Mr. Han, who slowly came to his senses, blinked: Oops, I forgot to count.