Refining equipment is a relatively physically demanding job. Fortunately, Lai Siyu is a strength-type loli, so this is not difficult for her. . . ?6810ggggggggggd
She modified the earthen stove in the space into a furnace. The red squirrel was responsible for spitting fire, while Mengqin was responsible for guiding Lai Siyu.
Although Mengqin's skill in refining weapons in the Immortal Realm was average, she was still a figure that the Zhangzhou Realm looked up to. Mengqin carefully selected the jade tablets of weapon refining techniques that Feng Fei had collected, and only two remained. After a few more fusions and modifications, they became a single jade tablet.
Lai Siyu used his spiritual sense to scan the jade slip, and firmly engraved the contents in it in his sea of consciousness.
The process of hammering the ore went smoothly, and the orange fire spewed out by the red squirrel only needed time to melt the rock.
Less than half a month had passed since they were in the space, and all the ores had been refined into semi-finished products: gold crystal, black 'fine' iron, 'fine' steel, 'fine' steel, red steel...
"A first-grade flying sword requires five parts of 'fine' iron, one part of black crystal, one part of the blood of a second-level monster, one part of 'fine' steel, ten pieces of low-grade spirit stones, and black thorn wood..." Lai Siyu took out the ingredients one by one and arranged them, simulated the forging process several times in his mind, and then started to work.
A small furnace had been heated up by the fire sprayed by the red squirrel. Lai Siyu released his spiritual sense to sense the temperature and asked the red squirrel to increase and decrease the temperature several times. After determining the optimal temperature, he asked the red squirrel to maintain it.
The materials were placed into the furnace one by one in order, and once they were all melted, they were poured into the flying sword mold. After cooling, the flying sword's "rough" embryo was formed.
The next step was forging. Lai Siyu used his spiritual sense to control the flying sword and threw it back into the fire. However, a burst of black smoke rose up and the flying sword disappeared.
It’s a temperature issue. I forgot to ask the red squirrel to change the temperature.
Do it again!
This process was repeated about ten times, and finally, Lai Siyu got the temperature for forging right.
The red flying sword blank was placed on the forging table, and the hammer hammered it down again and again. Each strike would inject a spell. Slowly, the flying sword became thinner and the impurities became less and less. However, after all ninety-nine spells were injected, the flying sword was full of holes, as if it had been chewed by a dog. Lai Siyu was ridiculed by Mengqin.
After doing this dozens of times, the red squirrel was exhausted. He poured a handful of the elixir into his mouth, then plunged into the spiritual spring pool that Lai Siyu had renovated to soak in it.
Lai Siyu simply made a fire-gathering formation and started forging iron with fine iron, hammer after hammer, trying to feel the movements and the strength. Gradually, she became addicted to it, and her world consisted of the movement of hammering the fine iron block again and again.
Nothing else, just hammering.
She silently calculated the force of each hammer blow on the 'fine' iron block. She also calculated how many hammer blows were needed to make each 'fine' iron block as thin as paper.
The iron block in front of her is the obstacle she has to conquer. It just requires a little more strength. Lai Siyu lacks money and love, but she does not lack strength.
A month later, Lai Siyu was finally able to beat the 'fine' iron block into thin, even and smooth iron sheets.
Moreover, she can use different numbers of hammering to achieve this effect, which means that after a month of sleepless nights and continuous practice, she can accurately control the number and strength of her hammering.
After taking a deep sleep, Lai Siyu brought the red squirrel that was gnawing on the chicken leg to the spiritual spring and continued.
A first-grade flying sword requires ninety-nine spells to be cast into it, which means that she must use ninety-nine hammers to forge the flying sword.
After the sword blank was built, Lai Siyu did not start forging immediately. Instead, he took the sword blank in his hand and rubbed it, carefully feeling its weight and density, and calculating the force required for forging.
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After the 9999th spell was injected into the armor, Gu Youcai muttered something and injected a third-level demon pill into the heart-protecting mirror of the armor. Then he dipped his index finger in the blood of the third-level green phosphorus beast and quickly drew a formation on the armor.
This set of third-level protective armor was finally successfully refined, and a tired smile appeared on Gu Youcai's face.
This time, he used up all his ancient wealth, combined with the materials he had accumulated over the years, and finally succeeded in creating a set of third-grade magic tools.
Qianye had already investigated the person who killed Qiu Niang, and this was also the purpose of his seclusion in creating a third-grade magic weapon.
Gu Youcai has been hiding for many years and never fights for anything. As a result, he is unable to protect the people he cares about, such as his junior sister and Lai Siyu.
Qiu Niang is Lai Siyu's person, and also Gu Feichang's person. Whether for Lai Siyu or Gu Feichang, he will go to the Liang family to seek justice.
Before leaving, he left a set of second-grade magic tools to each of Gu Feichang's men. Gu Feichang's formation was set up by Lai Siyu. He had seen that it was enough to resist the attacks of Jindan stage cultivators.
In other words, as long as the fat people don't go out, no one should be able to cause trouble for them.
As for the Tianxie Sect that secretly killed Gu Feichang's men, he would go and settle the score with them after he had dealt with Sheng Changlong!
In Canglan City, in the Liang family's reception room, a room full of men and women sat, all of them had good cultivation and were all furious.
After the Liang family's chief steward appeased one, he apologized to the other, his clothes already soaked with sweat.
The head of the family, Liang Yuanfeng, was running around anxiously in his room, and Chen Lian was watching him helplessly.
"Chief..."
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