The essence and blood spread, and the blood lines intertwined into a network, forming a strange and inexplicable pattern, and the red light shone.
Feng Duxin was shrouded in a cloud of blood mist, tapping the back of the short knife lightly with his index finger. As soon as it fell, the bloody lines rippled like a tide. Immediately afterwards, the middle finger quickly followed and landed an inch away from the index finger.
This movement is extremely fast, but it doesn't feel messy at all. Instead, it is extremely detailed.
Every time it can be seen clearly, the short sword quickly turns red, emitting a powerful wave, and even faintly produces a touch of aura.
This technique gives everyone who sees it a pleasing feeling. This is the strength of the Phoenix Clan's powerful blacksmith. Even Ouyang Ming, who was watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but want to high-five in praise.
"As expected of Elder Du Xin, he has mastered the art of blade sharpening with essence and blood so skillfully." A strong man from the Phoenix Clan wearing a hat expressed admiration.
The method of sharpening the blade with essence and blood is a side secret method among the Phoenix Clan. It requires not only understanding but also opportunity to refine it. Among the hundreds of thousands of Phoenix Clan strongmen, those who can master this secret method are no more than the skill of two palms. There are two main reasons. First, this secret method is too useless and thankless. Second, it is too difficult and complicated to practice.
"It's hard to say. The success rate of this secret method is too low. If Elder Duxin hadn't been forced to the edge of the cliff, he would definitely not have used it." Another strong man sighed with emotion, staring at the blood mist without blinking. , lest I miss a little detail.
Ouyang Ming rubbed his chin with his fingers, a flash of light in his eyes, like a knife and lightning. I thought to myself, this secret method is really weird.
He is extremely knowledgeable in forging and can detect things that others cannot. Ouyang Ming discovered that every time Feng Duxin dropped his finger, the blood essence and the aura in the air would blend together, producing a magical power that would remove impurities from the equipment and improve its quality, but it would also leave behind There were sequelae, which caused the air holes in the dagger to become blocked and the flexibility to be severely impaired.
If Feng Duxin knew, it would only take a moment.
Ouyang Ming had already thoroughly analyzed the essence and blood sharpening method. He didn't know what he would think. He would probably sigh leisurely and say: "Abnormal."
Feng Duxin didn't know this, but the movements of his hands became faster and the blood mist became thicker and thicker, but there was no hint of darkness or ominousness, instead giving people a sense of sanctity.
"Using the essence and blood of the Phoenix clan as a guide, live towards death, Qi." He roared in a low voice, and pointed out six times with the middle finger of his right hand. Every time he pointed out, the spiritual energy vibrated violently, and all the blood threads on the equipment were connected. Together, they are as smooth as one, and the equipment vibrates violently.
"Successful." Feng Duxin thought to himself, his mood fluctuating slightly.
But at this moment, a chaotic and violent feeling emanated from the equipment.
This exquisite and perfect dagger turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, developed countless fine cracks, and finally collapsed completely.
"What a pity!" Ouyang Ming sighed in his heart. If he could stabilize his thoughts in the end, he might succeed, but now it's too late to say this.
Feng Duxin was stunned for a moment, her wrinkled cheeks looked even older, and her silver hair fluttered in the wind.
But he was very well-educated. He immediately suppressed the regrets and regrets in his heart, slightly arched his hands towards Ouyang Ming, and forced a smile: "Master Ou, congratulations on your victory."
"Master Feng, I accept the concession." Ouyang Ming returned the gesture.
He has always respected such virtuous and capable people.
Feng Xiao stood on the edge, her heart pounding incessantly, as if being bitten by a hundred thousand ants at the same time, it was extremely painful. He turned his eyes and glanced at Feng Xinxiao quietly. Seeing that his expression was as usual, he felt a little relieved. He walked slowly to the field and said in a deep voice: "In the forging competition, the one who makes peace will win."
This voice seemed to carry a strange magic power, spreading in all directions.
The noisy terrace suddenly became eerily quiet, with only the warm sunshine and gentle breeze remaining. But after the silence came an uproar.
On the high platform, Feng Yun took a deep look at Ouyang Ming, chuckled and said, "Congratulations to Brother Fengxiang for the icing on the cake." He shrugged his shoulders, feeling like he was dreaming that he actually won.
After seeing Ouyang Ming refine the magic weapon, he also knew that this person had a great hope of winning, but when he heard it, he was still extremely shocked. He kept weighing the pros and cons in his mind. If the previous phenomenon was a stepping stone, then what would happen next? Now, the door is half open.
After all, top blacksmiths are a scarce resource no matter where they are.
Feng Xiang waved his hand and took in the look on his face.
With great emotion in my heart, I secretly thought that I didn't expect that this deadlock that had lasted for thousands of years would actually turn around at this moment.
It's not unreasonable for him to think so. It can be seen from Fengtian's change in attitude towards him that he understands in his heart that the inducement to change everything is Ouyang Ming.
Big Yellow's eyes rolled around twice, and he thought to himself, Xiao Mingzi can now refine magic weapons, so it's time for me to change my equipment too, right? Thinking about it this way, I felt extremely excited. In fact, Dahuang's equipment has not been updated for a long time.
King Kong's thoughts were much more pure. He just wanted to quietly follow Ouyang Ming's footsteps and not fall behind.
Perhaps it was this obsession in his heart that finally allowed him to step onto the top of the world and suppress one side.
Seeing that everyone had digested the news, Feng Xiao walked into the field again, gathered his thoughts and said: "The first round is over, the next round is to refine the elixir. Everyone knows that the Feng clan's elixir is powerful. The Wan Clan enjoys a high reputation in the world. Even if they have spiritual stones, they may not be able to buy them. It is also one of the necessary means for the Feng Clan to suppress the Wan Jie. There are no rules in this round. It all depends on the value of the elixir. Not much to say, let’s get started.” This voice was not loud, but it had a hint of bewitching, and in an instant, it aroused all the passionate emotions of the strong man of the Phoenix clan.
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his palm lightly.
The sky shook with a "boom", and a curved lightning like a horned dragon spread quickly, making a sizzling sound. Arcs of electricity flashed in mid-air, as if trapped in a thunder pool, and the lightning formed into a sheet, which actually had a feeling of covering the sky and the sun. A feeling of righteousness and majesty spread throughout the world, making people's scalp numb.
The originally silent sky was directly shattered into pieces.
Immediately, two piercing sounds came from the thunder pool, and the lightning was pulled to both sides as if by a pair of invisible hands, revealing a trace of paleness. At the same time, two black spots will squeeze into everyone's eyes with an unreasonable attitude, getting bigger and bigger. If you look closely, you will see that they are actually two ancient alchemy furnaces. This alchemy furnace is more than three feet high and is completely black. On it is a lifelike picture of a phoenix dancing in the nine heavens.
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.
The alchemy furnace fell onto the terrace, smoke and dust scattered, and a storm visible to the naked eye swept in all directions.
Countless hurricanes rose from the ground, sending sand and gravel flying everywhere.
After ten breaths, the spiritual energy fluctuations above the terrace calmed down.
Then an old man in gray robe walked over from a distance. His steps were slow, but every step he took was like stepping on a node in space, resonating with the heaven and earth, and the aura in front of him exuded a sense of joy.
After walking under the statue, he looked at Ou Yangming and whispered: "Master Ou, please, I'm Feng Juolian." Apparently, he had received the news that the opponent for refining the elixir was still the human race that caused quite a stir. . No, they are now considered to be members of the Phoenix Clan, after all, they have caused some unusual movements.
"Please!" Ouyang Ming's eyes narrowed and he returned the gesture.
"Why is this... why is this person still refining elixirs?" Someone whispered.
The list of people participating in the competition was only spread within a small area, so he was so surprised.
"Yes, at this age? How can it be possible to have such profound attainments?" This is also the fact. You must know that whether it is forging or refining elixirs, they are all hard work and cannot be accomplished overnight. But now, the man in front of me not only participated in the forging competition, but also refined elixirs. Is this a legend? This is no child's play!
Fengxiang's pupils trembled, his face was as flat as a lake, but the five fingers hidden in his long sleeves pinched together hard. Obviously, his thoughts were not as calm as his face.
I thought to myself, Brother Ou, what exactly do you want to do? He had provided Ouyang Ming with the elixir before, but Ouyang Ming smiled and shook his head, and his sworn assurance was ready to reassure him.
These words left him speechless and worried.
In his understanding, Ouyang Ming never went out after entering the world.
Therefore, he had no chance to find the treasures, materials, elixirs and treasures of the world. In other words, the elixirs he prepared were all brought from the spirit world.
It was also because of this that Feng Xiang subconsciously believed that Ouyang Ming did not have any magic medicine in his hand. After all, the spirit world is just a barren wasteland.
This logic is certainly good, but there are exceptions to everything.
Who would have thought that Master Ou would have a long feather bracelet, a sycamore tree, and a world of poison pills in his hands.
In this way, all the impossible become possible.
Ouyang Ming didn't understand that Fengxiang had been thinking so much before, so he quickly gathered his thoughts and exhaled the turbid air in his heart and lungs, turning it into a cloud of white mist. His eyes suddenly condensed, he flipped his wrist, raised his hand gently to grab it, and the three-foot-tall alchemy furnace flew in front of him. The shadow of the flame was reflected in his eyes, and with a slight thought, the Heavenly Phoenix Fire spread out from his palm, emitting a scorching light.
Feng Xiang and Feng Yun exchanged glances, and both saw the look of shock in their eyes.
Once an expert takes action, he can catch a glimpse of the leopard and know the autumn by watching the leaves.
Feng Yun secretly sent a message to Feng Xiang: "Master Ou's control over flames is something that few alchemists can compare to even within the Feng Clan."
Feng Xiang was extremely surprised, but his face didn't show it at all, and he nodded lightly.
I secretly thought in my heart that the more I understood him, the more I felt that he was like a vast sea, boundless.
This is the truest thought in Fengxiang's heart. After getting along with each other for the past few days, Fengxiang found that Ouyang Ming knew a lot of things, and he could hit the target with one word, grasp the key, and then draw inferences. Some of his novel ideas were like antelope hanging. horn.
It made him feel more and more that his decision to befriend Ouyang Ming was priceless.