Chapter 047 Refinery Tips [One Update]

The wind is blowing in the mountains and forests, and a line of red light jumps vertically and horizontally. It is the tip of the Xuantie long gun that quickly pierces the flames from the friction air. The surrounding branches and leaves withered because they were burned by the flames.

Chang Heng holds a long gun and crosses between the two. As soon as the long gun shook, he bounced the bone knife away and stopped the bone spear with a stab.

The wind whimpered, and the treetops shook together and fell to the side. He endured the severe pain in his chest and abdomen, and a wisp of witch power flowed into the Xuantie long gun, which grew 13 times in an instant.

Every time it is stabbed out, the tip of the gun is a big gun flower. The gun flowers were like flowers blooming in the sun, burning and brilliantly, burning their eyes.

The two waved their weapons desperately. It is the biggest mistake of the two to have powerful witch power without moves. The defense line of the dancing bone knife and bone spear is so ridiculous in Chang Heng's eyes.

"Puff"

With a soft sound, Chang Heng stood with his gun away, and his trembling palm firmly held the long gun. A blood hole appeared in the throat of the bone knife, raised his right finger to Chang Heng, clucked twice, and a large blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth and fell down.

Why is it that when entering the game at the same time, the other party is still seriously injured, but they are not the opponent of each other? This player died without closing his eyes.

At this time, Mr. Jian and another person are still confronting each other.

Chang Heng couldn't help humming and frowned. Just by force killing a person, the damage of the blue wind at the wound is even greater, and there is a faint tendency to run into the meridians.

The bone spear turned pale, and there were only two people left in the blink of an eye, which made him have a trace of fear of Chang Heng in his heart. Holding the bone spear tightly, the man said in a trembling voice, "We also have contributed to killing Tianwu Heixiong, and we should have a share in his body."

Chang Heng's face was extremely cold. Looking at this player for a long time, he said, "I don't know what Tianwu Heixiong has. Second, even if there is, you are not qualified to score now."

At this time, I only heard a chirp of sword, and its voice became clear, like a dragon in the sky. Under the blazing sun, a very cold light suddenly appeared. Chang Heng turned his head and looked. Mr. Jian held a sword, covered his chest with his left hand, and dropped a few drops of blood on the sword.

The man confronted him with his eyes wide open, his body slowly collapsed, and a finger wide crack appeared between his throat, and blood was rolling down inside.

"Ah, don't kill me." Seeing that there was only one left, the player's face was even more afraid. Suddenly, he roared and turned around and left.

"Do you want to chase it?" Looking at the player disappearing in the mountains and forests, Mr. Jian frowned and asked.

"Can you chase it?" Chang Heng covered his chest tightly, where the blue wind swept out wisps of sharp knife-like atmosphere and cut his body.

The sword son coughed and shook his head. The claw of the two-winged white tiger directly seriously injured him. If it hadn't been for the strange sword in danger, I'm afraid that the two of them would have been slapped to death with one claw.

"Then let's go back and talk about it in the camp of the Xiongling tribe." Chang Hengdao's eyes are full of hope.

The way back is very smooth, and neither side of the war has put too much power around. The Heifeng tribe has learned that their witch has been attacked and killed, and they are furious and vowed to fight to the death with the Xiongling tribe. At this moment, the Xiongling tribe has not yet known why the other party went crazy and is still sighing the failure of the attack.

"What, Tianwu Heixiong was killed by you?" Hearing the report of Chang Heng, an old man of the Xiongling tribe in charge of commanding the army showed an unbelievable look.

There was no explanation. Chang Heng threw Tianwu Heixiong's body to the ground. Seeing Tianwu Heixiong's body, the old man's eyes lit up, and then laughed. He stretched out his palm and patted Chang Heng's shoulder fiercely, boasting, "Good boy, okay."

Chang Heng was almost slapped to the ground by the other party and coughed fiercely. Only then did the old man see that the two were seriously injured and quickly asked people to help them into the camp.

Zhu Ronghuoqi's four brothers were sitting in the middle of the camp. At this moment, when they saw Tianwu Heixiong's body, they did not look as happy as the old man. Instead, they sighed and got up to worship Tianwu Heixiong twice before turning around. Facing Chang Heng, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked his chest. Countless fine blue wind rolls. The hand close to Zhu Ronghuoqi flew out, and then exploded into thousands of winds in the air.

The cyan wind scroll in Chang Heng's chest and abdomen is that Tianwu Heixiong was injured by Tianwu's magic when he died, and has been entangled there. With the strength of Tianwu Heixiong's witch situation, Chang Heng tried his best but could not get rid of it. At this time, in the face of the gentle stroke of Tianwu Heixiong, he suddenly disappeared. Chang Heng only felt a burst of pleasure in his chest, spit out a large mouthful of blood, and his expression was much more relaxed.

Zhu Ronghuoqi also stroked his hand in front of the swordsman's chest. Countless fine white light shot out of the sword prince's body. The strong spirit of Gengjin permeated, and the sword prince's face turned white as paper in an instant and gradually regained his blood color.

After curing the injury of the two, Zhu Ronghuo said to Chang Heng, "Since you have completed the task, we will fulfill our previous promise and show you the secrets of the refinery."

A roll of animal skin appeared in the hands of an old man and handed it to Chang Heng. After taking it over, Chang Heng and Mr. Jian bowed slightly and withdrew from the camp.

The witch only cultivates the body. Naturally, there are not as many magic formulas for forging magic weapons as the demon clan, and there are not so many magic weapons with various uses. This so-called refining formula is just how to create a suitable armor and a weapon for the witch.

As the old man said before, this is just the lowest entry-level qigong method, and it is only the most shallow forging. Yes, just like a blacksmith hitting iron, how to refine a piece of ore with witch power, and finally forge it into an armor or helmet wrist guard or weapon.

This kind of forging is different from ordinary iron. When forging, you can melt your blood and vitality into it. The equipment created in this way has some spirituality and is in common with the user's mind.

However, after all, this is the most basic refining skill, so the equipment created is only the level of general magic weapons. If you want to create spiritual weapons and fairy weapons, you need a more profound and exquisite refining method.

Read all the records in the refining formula and confirmed that he had the ability to remember with the strength of the witch's Wuwu realm. Chang Heng threw the refining formula to the sword prince, and his body took a strange posture to silently carry the witch power.

Taoist Wuli flows in the Changheng meridians like the Yangtze River, and there is a loud sound. These witch power with the power of hot flames, like magma rushing out from the ground, running freely along the established road.

The hands made a strange movement, and wisps of hot witch power separated from the magma and passed along the smaller road on the arm into the palm of the hand. In his hand, he was like holding a big hammer, lifting his crotch, twisting his waist and shaking his arm, and his right hand fell down with a cry.

A spark bloomed in front of his right hand, making a dull sound, like a hammer hitting an iron ingot. The witch power in the body flowed quickly, and then rushed into the right hand and rushed along the right hand into the hammer that did not exist.

It is hot all around, and Chang Heng seems to be in a real stove. Even with his Zhu Rong's system, it seems that he can't resist this hot power. A little sweat appeared on his forehead. Chang Heng raised his hand with difficulty, raised it over his shoulder, and then smashed it down again.

When

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Every time it falls, there must be a large spark like a real blacksmith, smashing a real iron ingot with a hammer. With the continuous efforts of the blacksmith, the iron ingots gradually changed, and finally, like running water, winding in front of the blacksmith, changing any shape that the blacksmith needs.

At the same time, Wuli went deep into the iron water, outlining complicated patterns in it, giving this upcoming equipment the strange power.

"call"

The last time he waved his arm, he did not make an iron-like sound. Chang Heng took a long breath, staggered, and almost collapsed to the ground.

"I have waved more than 30 times in total, but I can only start, but it is much better than the first hammer of the Eight Wastes that can only swing four or five times." Chang Heng secretly compared the difference between the refining formula and the first hammer of the eight wilderness.

In the early days of Wuwu, Chang Heng could only use the first hammer of the Eight Wastes once, and then he had to restore the Wu power. Now Chang Heng can use it four or five times, but the number of times has not increased much.

The sword man next to him opened his eyes, and a golden light wrapped around his palm, slowly raised his palm, and then fell down. A "dang" sound of iron strike came out in front of Mr. Jian.

"It can consume about 34% of the witch power at a time, and you can play more than 30 times with all your strength." After meditating on calculating his consumption, Mr. Jian said.

"So now it is a difficult job for us to build our own equipment." Chang Heng nodded.

"But it's better than nothing." Mr. Jian said.

"I'm curious, you, the leader of a big gang, what equipment do you want to do? Why do you have to do it yourself?" Chang Heng is really curious. In his opinion, the sword should focus all his energy on the sword, not on other trivial things.

"Because of my sword." The sword gently stroked the long sword behind him. If you want to have a magic soldier, you must build it yourself. Otherwise, no matter how good the weapon is, it will be difficult to achieve water and milk. Intersect, like an arm and a finger.

Chang Heng shook his head and did not express any opinion on Mr. Jian's hobby. In his opinion, useful things are the best, otherwise he has worked hard to create countless hours, but it is useless, even if it is milk. What's the use of blending like an arm to make your fingers obedient?

"What are you going to do next?" Mr. Jian asked.

etc. Wait for the Xiongling tribe and the Black Wind tribe to win or lose. If the Xiongling tribe wins, we can go to the Black Wind tribe to search for things. If we lose, how far we can run, don't appear in front of the Black Wind tribe again. Chang Heng said.