It was already half an hour later after Xiao Chen and the two of them carefully cleaned up the secret room that had not been used for a long time.
After Mo Fan checked the stove again, he said solemnly: "I'm going to light a fire. Listen to my command and pull the bellows later."
Xiao Chen nodded, walked slowly to the bellows, held the handle made of fine iron wood with both hands, and felt a cool feeling coming from the wooden handle.
"start!"
The flames in the stove suddenly rose, and suddenly the entire basement began to heat up, but what was strange was that.
This secret room seemed to have been cleverly designed. After the heat wave hovered in the air for a week, it finally slowly dissipated and was evenly distributed throughout the secret room.
In addition to the breeze coming from the vents, although the basement was still extremely hot, it was not unbearable. Xiao Chen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, grabbed the wooden handle and pulled back fiercely.
laugh! laugh!
A strange thing happened. Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he could only pull away a few centimeters, and then he could no longer pull away. I was shocked, what is going on? No matter how bad I am, I still have the strength of a middle-grade warrior.
Could it be that even this small bellows can't move
The flames in the furnace slowly dimmed. Mo Fan quickly looked towards Xiao Chen and couldn't help but said anxiously, "Master Xiao, why don't you do something? The fire in this furnace is about to go out. I This stew stove is not an ordinary stove. It consumes a lot of spiritual stones to light a fire. It cannot be wasted casually. "
Xiao Chen was very anxious, but no matter how hard he tried, the bellows would not move, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping. What was going on, what was going on.
Mo Fan seemed to understand something and hurried over to tell Xiao Chen some of the tips.
Ao Jiao suddenly stopped her and said, "Now is not the time for you to be distracted. Keep an eye on the stove and prepare to put the moon stone in. I will teach him."
Wave!
Xiao Chen suddenly felt as if something soft was touching the back of his head. The feeling was extremely comfortable. In the hot basement, a cool feeling comes out, which makes people calm down.
"Idiot, you don't have to use brute force to pull this bellows. You have to use your strength along with the airflow from it; otherwise, no matter how strong you are, you won't be able to pull it. If you use too much force, the bellows will be destroyed."
Xiao Chen only felt a gust of fragrant wind coming, and Aojiao floating in the air leaned tightly behind him. A pair of proud and strong chests were pressed against the back of his head, and two slender arms slowly rested on his hands.
Controlling the wooden handle, he slowly pulled the bellows with his arm. With a bang, a huge burst of flames rose in the furnace, and the temperature of the entire basement suddenly tripled.
But Xiao Chen felt that his heart was extremely cool. At this moment, Naojiao's voice was gentler than usual, like the most refreshing summer wind in the world, slowly moving the young man's impetuous heart.
Slowly forgetting the softness on the back of his head, Xiao Chen slowly pulled the wooden handle of the bellows under the guidance of Ao Jiao.
At some point, Ao Jiao slowly left Xiao Chen's back and looked at Mo Fan in front of the stove in a daze.
Mo Fan took out a moon stone from behind and murmured: "What a waste. Ordinary people only need a little powder of the moon stone to refine soul weapons, but he actually threw them into the furnace piece by piece."
"If it weren't for the lack of a few other rare items, it would be more than enough to cast a Divine Weapon Capital with so many moon stones."
Aojiao stared at the moon stones that kept falling into the furnace, and the scene in front of her eyes began to slowly become blurry...
Thousands of years ago, this was the same situation. A young man with extraordinary abilities took a huge number of moon stones and went to Haotian Sect alone.
The contemporary head of the Haotian Sect, because of his strong personal charm, personally went down the mountain to pick him up and personally crafted the sub-divine thunderwood sword for him.
When the five-colored rays of light rose into the sky, the powerful spiritual energy enveloped the entire Haotian Sect, and the overwhelming sword intent could be felt within a hundred miles.
Everyone knows that the sixth divine weapon in the past thousand years has been born. She was born from the colorful red light. She is as holy as a fairy in the sky, and her flawless face seems to have a hint of childishness and confusion.
As a newborn, she stood there quietly like that, with a childish face that made her look like a child.
But none of this could hide her pride. She just looked at the world without saying a word. Within a thousand miles, there were hundreds of thousands of soul soldiers, trembling because of her appearance.
Because she is the king of swords, she is the king of these hundred and eight thousand soul weapons. Although she is new, she cannot hide her pride. Since I was born, I am the king, and all soldiers must kneel and worship me, because I am the king of swords!
I am a divine weapon, the Thunder Emperor Mulberry Sword!
No one could stop my pace. She took the mulberry sword, drew a large ray of light in the air, and flew towards the sky.
"The magic weapon flew away!"
"She's going to choose her master!"
There were sounds of surprise from below, but most of them were filled with joy. No one expected that this newborn Thunderwood Sword would be so proud and want to choose its own master.
But this also gives them a chance. If they can surrender, then they will be the masters of this divine weapon, which is the dream of all warriors in the world.
But that incomparable person didn't give them any chance and only left them three seconds to think about it. I saw him also flying into the sky, like a roc spreading its wings, faster than the thunder and lightning, and he held the thunderwood sword in his hand in an instant.
The fallen Sangmu laughed loudly, with surprise that could not be concealed in his eyes, and said: "You are so proud of the sword. From today on, you will be called Aojiao. I, Sangmu, will definitely be someone you will be proud of."
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The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher, no matter how exquisitely designed, when the stove is fully burned. The heat approaching a thousand degrees cannot be completely dissipated no matter what.
Xiao Chen's clothes were completely soaked. On the other hand, Mo Fan had taken off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong muscles.
Xiao Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt that his whole body was extremely hot. The entire basement was like an oven. He felt that he would be cooked if he stayed there.
But now the critical moment has come. Mo Fan is stirring the boiling molten iron in the furnace with the secret method unique to the foundry master. There are only a few pieces of the moonstone left in the large pile next to it.
You must not stop at this time. Once you stop, all your previous efforts will be wasted, and the heaven-level soul soldiers you have obtained will be completely discarded.
It's just that it's really hot. Xiao Chen feels like he's about to faint. He moves the bellows feebly, as if he's going to collapse in the next moment.
At this moment, a wisp of cool wind blew from behind Xiao Chen, and this cool breeze blew into Xiao Chen's heart. It dissipated the heat all over his body, felt refreshed in his heart, and felt extremely comfortable all over.
Although he couldn't look back, Xiao Chen could guess that this breeze came from Ao Jiao's hand. A warm current surged through Xiao Chen's heart. This little girl never expected that she would have such a vicious mouth and still have such a little bit of conscience.
By the way, apart from her conscience, this little girl's breasts are really big. Thinking of the previous scene, Xiao Chen's body actually reacted.
Damn it, where did I think about it? Xiao Chen slapped his head hard, and finally calmed down, and began to push the bellows hard.
Time passed by, and every time Xiao Chen could no longer hold on, a breeze would blow from behind him, sweeping away the fatigue from his body and filling him with strength again.
The large pile of moon stones were finally put into the furnace. The surface of the boiling furnace was covered with iron slurry transformed from the moon stones. Drops of molten iron kept rising on the entire surface, with waves of heat rising.
Mo Fan carefully observed the iron slurry in the stove. The billowing heat waves coming from the pavement seemed not to cause any trouble to him. The entire furnace was emitting the unique yellow light of the moon stone.
Mo Fan took out the top-quality cold iron with a solemn expression, and blew out a cyclone with his left hand. The iron slurry in the furnace began to rotate rapidly, and more terrifying heat waves dispersed in all directions.
thump!
When the iron slurry was about to form a perfect vortex, Mo Fan put the best cold iron into the eye of the whirlpool, causing a small splash of molten iron.
The fine cold iron began to melt slowly, and the faint yellow light and the black light transformed from the cold iron slowly intertwined and merged. In the end, when all the cold iron stones melted, the faint yellow light had completely dissipated, and the molten iron turned into pure black light.
Seeing that the time had come, Mo Fan shouted loudly and put his left palm over the stove. A huge suction force came from his palm. The molten iron in the furnace below began to roll continuously, gathering into the air.
The sweat on Mo Fan's forehead was dripping like rain, but he couldn't care less at this moment. He looked nervously at the molten iron collecting in his palm.
In the end, all the molten iron in the furnace was sucked into the air by him, forming a football-laughing iron ball that emitted terrifying heat waves and kept spinning.
puff!
At this moment, a bright light suddenly lit up in Ao Jiao's hand, and the next moment a light and shadow shot out of her hand and flew directly into the iron ball.
Mo Fan said in surprise: "This is... the source of the Fighting Saint!"
The source of the Fighting Saint is the most powerful offensive source energy in the world. The soul soldiers possessing it can develop the most powerful Fighting Saint attack in the world.
According to legend, the source of the Fighting Saint was divided into six parts, each part representing a different interpretation of the art of attack. The six sources of fighting saints are embedded in six different sub-divine weapons.
It is said that if these six magic weapons are combined together, a new magic weapon can be formed. It's just that throughout the ages, in the tens of thousands of years of Tianwu Continent's history, there have only been ten divine weapons.
As for the authenticity of this legend, no one knows whether it is true or false, because no one has ever been able to combine these six magical weapons together.
[If I write it at the back of the book, I’m afraid that no one will see it if I post it in the book section. I recently encountered a question about the sword spirit Tiao Jiao. I originally wanted to write her as a tsundere girl like Nanase Rumi in the anime. Unexpectedly, the writing power is not enough. Aojiao seems to have slowly escaped my control and turned into a viper lolita. I feel that the protagonist's existence is somewhat weakened. This is very dangerous to the long-term development of a book, so I would like to ask you how to write about this character. Do you have any expectations for such a character? Please be sure to express your valuable opinions in the book review area. I will be very grateful to Yue Ruhuo. The other is Xumei. I will never write this character to death. Please rest assured. I just want to write better about Ao Jiao. Personality comes, and finally I would like to collect it by the way, thank you all!]