The stove was like a ferocious beast from ancient times, spewing flames in large mouths, turning into a gust of fire. The white fine steel gold ore was hit by the rotating red flames, like a small boat in the ocean. As the flames rolled, they melted little by little, turning into red iron, gathering into a long red dragon flying and rolling in the fireworks.

Zhuoran's gas was as calm as a mountain, his eyes staring at the ore and molten iron in the fireworks. His palms kept stroking, and sometimes ore or spiritual materials flew up and fell into the fireworks. The hot fireworks became gentle and obedient under the influence of his powerful star pattern power, and swirled and danced with the power of the star pattern of his palm. It seemed that a pair of hands stirred the iron, separated the impurities in it, and then burned by the fire and turned into black smoke and dust, evaporated and rose, and finally sucked away by the wind tunnel.

"There is not enough firepower, turn on the knob." Zhu Ran shouted. Zhu Zhu, who was dazed to see, quickly calmed down his mind and held a copper ring below the bronze stove in his hand and rotated it to the right. This was the mechanism to control the fire volume of the bronze stove. Although the stove was about to boil at this time, the huge copper ring embedded outside was still the same as usual, without any burning sensation. However, this mechanism involved countless huge stones. Zhu Zhu took the effort of nine o'clock and two tigers to rotate the copper ring. With the sound of the friction of the metal and iron, the fireworks in the stove suddenly became fierce, making a "huh huh" sound.

Zhuoran's expression became more serious, his palms slashed slowly, while the fireworks were spinning faster and faster. A ball of iron as big as a bucket was less than one-third less in a moment. The iron was still flying and wandering among the fireworks, and was burned by the flames. The black smoke became less and less. After about half an hour, the smoke disappeared, but only half of the iron was left.

Zhuoran looked at the pure iron, and seemed to be able to see the light and shadow of the phoenix blood stone crystal. His eyes were delighted, and his left hand attracted him. A shaped copper plate flew above the bronze forging platform, quietly hanging flat. At the same time, he pulled his hands with one hand, and the ball of iron in the flame also flew out and fell on the forging platform. Strangely, the iron plate did not roll and disperse, but was still like a whole. At this time, the shape of copper plate suddenly shone brightly, casting a piece of light and shadow, which was a long sword.

The quietly standing forging platform suddenly made a roar, as if a giant beast began to wake up, and the entire refining room began to tremble. With a "bang", a bronze arm swung down, and a bronze hammer hit the iron ball, and fire was splashed everywhere. The bronze arm just raised the other bronze arm and fell down again. The four bronze arms were smashed rhythmically, and only the roars were heard in his ears. The forging platform suddenly turned into a spark field.

As the bronze forging platform started, Zhuoran seemed to be under increasing pressure. His face turned red and his eyebrows became a little nervous. Every time the bronze hammer fell, he could see his body trembling slightly. It seemed that the bronze hammer was not hitting the iron on the forging platform but him. After each round of copper hammer fell, the ball of iron would flip on its own, and the red color became green and cold. The shape of the sword could be seen in less than a cup of tea.

The shape of copper plate suddenly flew up and landed in Zhuoran's hand. The giant copper hammer on the bronze forging platform stopped like a cow that had released its power and hung in the air. Zhuoran's palm moved, and the sword embryo flew up and inserted it into the bronze tripod beside it. Only the "hissing" sound was heard, the ice melted the sword embryo, and a wisp of smoke immediately rose up.

Zhuoran sat down softly on the ground as if he was relieved. Although he inherited the fire star pattern, he was still sweating profusely and exhausted at this time. He said powerlessly: "Switch off the stove!" Zhu Zhu responded, walked over and stepped on the falling floor tiles. The floor tiles bounced up, and the roar began to sound again at the top of the cave and below the stove...

Day after day, Zhu Zhu remembered that it had been almost forty days. Apart from forging and refining weapons, Kong Ming practiced every day. Zhuoran seemed to be getting tired day by day. Now he rarely talked except for the time to refining weapons. In fact, he had no energy to do anything else. But until now, he has not successfully refined a weapon. After repeated forging, many embryos formed. These embryos are very small, like small swords but not small swords, and more like cross-star hidden weapons. Each one looks extremely sharp, but he doesn't know what Zhuoran does to refine these hidden weapons. Although he is a little curious, Zhu Zhu didn't ask much. He just hopes to do everything the old man ordered, and then get the old man's affirmation and no longer make things difficult for him for the rewards.

Zhu Zhu has mastered a lot of knowledge about refining weapons. One is that Zhuoran has mentioned a few words from time to time, and more of them are from another bronze box in the storage room. There are messy refining classics, lambskin, brocade, copper paper, bamboo slips... all kinds of strange and all kinds of strange things. These things do not come from the same sect, and many of the things recorded are fragmented and difficult to form a system. Fortunately, Zhu Zhu is just a beginner, like a flower seed, and treats them as treasures, without any likes or dislikes. Zhu Zhu is smart, and he thinks about them secretly, and asks Zhuoran for advice from time to time. After a long time, after Zhuoran unintentionally, he has gradually integrated the hundreds of weapons refining methods. He was ignorant of his knowledge.

In addition, after being burned by fireworks in the fire cave for a long time, the star patterns in Zhu Zhu's body were continuously stimulated, and there was a burning sensation in his chest, which lasted longer than before. Zhu Zhu only said that he was injured by the fire energy, and did not care about it after enduring it. However, although the energy in his body did not increase much after the fire energy tempering, it quietly became more condensed, and it was easier to use it.

The refining of the weapon was far beyond Zhuoran's expectations, and the time for re-customizing the weapons was delayed again and again. The young star-shaped soldiers waiting in the market town were already a little nervous. Many people were worried that they had missed the opportunity, so they simply came to Liuhuo Mountain to wait for news. Naturally, they had the idea of ​​taking a seat first. The originally small passage hut was overcrowded for a while. After all, Zhongli Xiu, Ouyang Fei and others had their preconceived ideas and guarded a place, so the others had to move into the passage. However, a few days later, they moved away due to the heat.

On this day, Zhuoran regained his spirit and said to Zhu Zhu solemnly: "Success or failure depends on one move today. You need elf point, and every step must be extremely accurate." "Don't worry! Master, I promise that there will be no problem." Seeing Zhu Zhu's confident look, Zhuoran smiled slightly, he had rarely seen him laugh during this period in the fire cave.

The stove reignited the scorched fireworks, forming a huge wind whirl under Zhuoran's control. The embryos fell into the fireworks one by one with the trigger of his palm, and rotated with the rolling flames. Zhuoran looked nervous and his face was pale. Each embryo needs to be distracted from the control. The increasing embryos made the pressure he was under gradually increasing. The soul and the power were quickly consumed, and there was a slight mistake. When the last embryo flew into the fireworks, Zhu Zhu suddenly found that 365 cross-star swords formed the shape of an umbrella. At this time, the turning fireworks suddenly became unstable, as if the strong wind was blowing and swaying. Zhuoran's control had reached its extreme, as if the entire sky had turned into darkness, and his mind had become nothing.

The rotating fireworks shook violently, and the shadow of the umbrella suspended in it seemed to be broken and collapsed in an instant. Zhu Ran's figure was also shaking like a rotating fireworks. Zhu Zhu found that the situation was not good, and the old man was likely to be unable to bear the huge pressure at this time. He asked loudly: "Master, are you okay?" Zhu Ran did not respond. Zhu Zhu saw that the old man's eyes were slightly closed and seemed to be in a faint faint. But the surging Yuanli that erupted from his body could still feel that he was still trying to support him. However, from the scattered situation, his soul was gradually losing control. At this time, all the umbrellas were burned into red by the fire, and there were signs of melting.

Zhu Zhu was anxious. If he didn't stop it, these embryos would eventually disappear. However, he did not know how to control such a situation. He could only shout from the side, hoping that Zhuoran could wake up. However, Zhuoran's breath gradually calmed down and bleeding suddenly flowed from the corner of his mouth. Obviously, the old man was already injured. The fireworks swaying above the stove were becoming more and more fierce, but the power of control was like a candlelight in the wind that was in danger of collapse at any time. The old man's soul was not controlled, but he was still trying hard to control the embryos. If he continued, the old man would eventually die under the huge pressure of those embryos. Zhu Zhu did not dare to wait anymore, even if all embryos were destroyed, he would not let the old man be hurt.

He reached out and landed on the old man's shoulder, shook, and shouted loudly: "Master! Master!"
Chapter completed!