Liu Feng still did as he was told. However, the red flame on his palm was so tiny under the Heavenly Flame Refining Furnace that Liu Feng couldn't help but ask, "How long will this burn?"
"Burn until the Infinite Cold Iron melts!"
"What?" Liu Feng suddenly frowned. The cold air emitted by the Infinite Cold Iron had already made the surroundings icy cold. Using his inner strength to support the flame was actually very strenuous for Liu Feng. He didn't even know how long he could hold on. As for waiting until the Infinite Cold Iron melted, that was definitely impossible.
"Are you kidding me, old man?"
"If you want to become an excellent weapon refiner and surpass me, this is a good start!" Jie Hun said with a smile.
"It's indeed a good start. I believe you this time and I'll stick to it!" While speaking, Liu Feng used his internal strength to try to make the flame bigger, but his internal strength was really limited. The red flame simply stopped trembling and did not get much bigger.
Night slowly began to fall. Because of the cold air from the Infinite Cold Iron, white frost had formed on Liu Feng's head, but his whole body was sweating. At this moment, his trembling hands could only barely drag the trembling flame. It was probably not an easy thing to hold on.
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When the sky in the east turned pale and the cocks crowed at dawn, Liu Feng had already collapsed on the ground exhausted. His palms were still spread out, still placed under the Tianyan Refining Furnace, but the flames on his palms were no longer there.
Jiehun, who was standing nearby, shook his head and shouted, "Boy, everything you did yesterday was in vain!"
Liu Feng suddenly woke up from his dream. He immediately sat up from the ground, reached out and touched the Tianyan Refining Furnace and shouted, "It's cold. All the work I did yesterday was in vain!"
"Come again!" As Jie Hun spoke, a cluster of dark blue flames appeared in his palm. This flame could only be ignited by spirit masters with fire attributes. Now Liu Feng has not yet broken through the ninth level of innate spiritual energy and does not have his own martial spirit, so there is no question of the attributes of a martial spirit. Now he can only rely on Jie Hun to ignite the flame for him and rely on his internal strength to support him.
The moment Liu Feng took over the flame, he realized that his control over the flame was much easier than yesterday. "It seems that yesterday's persistence was effective!"
"Old man, go ahead. I will definitely refine this infinite cold iron!" Liu Feng's face was filled with smiles.
Jiehun nodded and said, "You have practiced it, but how long can you last?"
Liu Feng said: "At least I won't give up halfway!"
The Ring Soul said nothing, and in a flash he disappeared into the magic ring.
Half a day passed
"I will hold on!" Liu Feng said with difficulty, gritting his teeth. Although the surroundings were extremely cold, beads of sweat had already dripped from his forehead. The sweat froze the moment it hit the ground, but Liu Feng's body was still emitting the heat from his inner strength.
Another half day passed, and Liu Feng's hands began to tremble again. The shaking flames seemed to be out of control, but Liu Feng still gritted his teeth and said, "I will persevere!"
He touched the Tianyan Furnace with his other hand. The furnace seemed to be a little warm, but it was absolutely impossible to melt the infinite cold iron.
"I will persevere!" Liu Feng still said the same thing.
(End of this chapter)