Chapter 77: Found treasure

Chapter 77
I do not know when, Qi Feng's first old man came to the Refiner Hall, standing next to Su Zimo.
The old man glanced at the cold moon knife that Su Zimo had just plugged back in, and seemed to ask casually: "Boy, why don't you just say a word to stab someone?"
When worshipping Zongmen, on the top of Qianshan, Su Zimo had just cut off from the first seat of the peak just out of the illusion.
It was only when he nearly stabbed another head towards Qi Feng's head.
Su Zimo was embarrassed, and was about to withdraw Linghuo, and quickly paid a tribute to the master, apologized. Unexpectedly, the old man quickly waved his hand and raised his head. Look, don't be stressed. "
"OK." Su Zimo nodded in response.
After a pause, the old man patted Su Zimo's shoulder, and said gravely: "Boy, in our case, there is no need to stretch the string all the time, relax, no one will harm you, don't move Draw a knife. "
In fact, Su Zimo's response was precisely cultivated in the Canglang Mountains, and he has developed a habit.
Outside the mountains, all birds and beasts are Su Zimo's enemies.
Back in the cave, he still had to guard against sneak attacks by the monkeys, so he seemed a little nervous.
However, Su Zimo did not relax his vigilance because of the old man's remarks. In the future, he should pay attention to it and try not to move the knife, but he must be careful.
The old man also said, "Furthermore, even if you dig a knife, you have to look at people. This is only one month after entering the sect, and you have already moved the two first ones.
"Ahem, I'll pay more attention later." Su Zimo smiled.
Like this kind of assessment at the end of the month, the first seat of each peak will not show up, not to mention the first seat of Qi Feng, which is known for its lazy temperament.
Now, the old man appears in the Temple of the Refiner, for what everyone knows.
Definitely not for Feng Haoyu, but Su Zimo.
At this moment, Feng Haoyu, who was standing in front of him, felt hot on his face, but he turned his back to the crowd, and no one could see the chill in his eyes.
Feng Haoyu sank and began to regain Ding.
Behind the main hall, Su Zimo's third-level spirit fire has never stopped, at this time has begun to put in spiritual materials.
Many spirits entered the tripod, Su Zimo stepped up the operation of the aura, the flames flourished, and instantly wrapped the entire refining tripod.
The temperature in the tripod continues to rise!
The melting step is to melt various spiritual materials into a liquid at a high temperature, and then fuse them together to refine the impurities in the spiritual material as much as possible.
This step has nothing to do with the skill of the refiner.
Even if a senior refiner controls the second-level spiritual fire, the smelting impurities are no more than the third-level spiritual fire controlled by a novice.
It didn't take long for the various spirits in Ding to begin to melt, and finally melted into a large mass of metallic liquid, releasing a touch of aura.
Tertiary spirit fire continues to burn.
This large group of metallic liquid boiled in the tripod, and bubbling bubbling, the aura in the tripod gradually became rich.
Seeing this, the old man had a smile in his eyes and nodded.
The metallic liquid is red and red, and its volume gradually shrinks under constant roasting, which is why some impurities are refined.
After a quarter of an hour, the volume of the metallic liquid finally stopped decreasing.
This does not mean that there are no impurities in the metal liquid, but it has reached the limit of refining impurities by the third-level spiritual fire.
Smelting is over.
At this time, the spiritual materials in the other disciple of the dinger Ding just melted, only Feng Haoyu's speed was slightly faster, and a large mass of metallic liquid appeared in the ding.
Level 3 Spirit Fire not only performs better on refining impurities, it is also faster, far ahead of others!
Next, shape.
Su Zimo withdrew the spiritual fire, while waiting for the temperature in the tripod to cool down, while adjusting his breath to practice, he recovered the aura that was consumed.
Shaping requires the operation of aura, condensing a pair of spirit hands to pour into the refining vessel, and when the metal liquid will be solidified but not solidified, it quickly shapes the shape of the weapon we want.
If you enter too early, the temperature in the tripod is too high, and your dexterous hands will easily break apart. The metal liquid is not completely cooled and it will be difficult to shape successfully.
But if it enters too late and the metal liquid completely solidifies, it will be even more difficult to shape.
In this step, the test is experience.
After a scent of incense, Su Zimo suddenly stood up, madly operating the aura, condensed a pair of hands in the air, plunged into the refining tripod, and grabbed the metal liquid in the tripod and grasped it.
At this time, the metal liquid is soft and hard, and it is not completely solidified. The timing is right!
The old man looked at Su Zimo, who was attentive, and looked more satisfied.
"Damn, it's the old man I picked up treasure!"
If there were not a lot of disciples, the old man could not wait to hold Su Zimo and would have a fierce kiss.
For some reason, Su Zimo suddenly felt a chill and couldn't help hitting a spirit.
A little, a flying sword gradually took shape.
The sword body is long and slender, but it has no sharp edge, but the sword shape has begun to appear.
At this point, many disciples in the Refiner Hall simply gave up the assessment and focused on watching Su Zimo's refining process.
Hearing the sword shape created by Su Zimo, a boo came from the crowd.
Feng Haoyu had finished smelting at this time, waiting for the cooler Ding to cool down, sitting in place to adjust his breath, feeling the restlessness in the crowd, he could not help but look back.
Seeing the sword shape in Su Zimo's Dinger Ding, Feng Haoyu sneered, grinned, and looked back no more.
After shaping, Su Zimo can naturally feel the strangeness in the crowd.
"Master, am I wrong this step?" Su Zimo couldn't help asking.
The old man waved his hand and said indifferently: "It's not a big mistake. You have mastered the shaping timing very well, that is, there is something wrong with this sword shape, and there is an additional hilt."
"One more hilt?" Su Zimo froze a little, his eyes confused.
The old man asked, "Do you know why most monks' flying swords do not carry hilt?"
Su Zimo shook his head.
The old man said, "The flying sword is the magic weapon of the most common long sword in the field of self-cultivation. It has the edge on both sides, fast speed, good flexibility and changeable attack. Unlike the ordinary long sword, the flying sword does not have a hilt. With one more hilt, and the flying sword travels in the air, the air resistance will increase, which will reduce the flexibility and speed virtually. "
Su Zimo's eyes flashed a solitude.
He used to repair the demon, and has been fighting with people in close combat. Now he has only been in contact with Xiuxian for only one month, and he has hardly practiced the sword technique.
After all, Xiu Xian is different from Xiu Xiu. Instead of holding a flying sword against an enemy, the monk bundles the aura into a line and controls the flying sword from a distance.
In the fight with the enemy, Feijian stabbed the opponent. If he carried the hilt, Feijian would be stuck in the opponent's body.
But without the hilt, Feijian can easily pierce the opponent, continue to control, and will hardly be affected.
If the opponent is practicing the practice of refining the body, the flesh is strong, and the flying sword with the hilt is easy to fall into the opponent's hands.
However, if Feijian does not have a hilt, all of them are sharp blades, and opponents cannot always grab them with bare hands.
The hilt is just a burden to Feijian.
Thank you for your reward ~
(End of this chapter)