surnamed Wang

Dragons can soar through the clouds, ride the fog, call the wind and rain, and their species is almost extinct in Jiuyuan. It is only recorded in legends. As a monk, Wang Bingquan has never seen a live dragon from the beginning to the end, but the dragon horn in his hand is a real thing.

Although dragons are rare in the world of the Three Immortals, you can occasionally see one or two. The head of the Lingyun Sect has a blue dragon mount, and according to the monks who have been outside the territory, they have encountered more than a dozen dragons of various colors and went to the battlefield together. spectacular sight.

The dragon horn in Wang Gingquan's hand is about three feet long, and there are three branches from the root to the tip. Its quality is like antlers but hard as iron, and it weighs about a hundred catties in the hand.

Wang Gangquan tried to knock on the wall a few times, and at the same time as there was a dull sound, it also aroused the displeasure of the lady in front of him, who turned her head and glared at each other.

Wang Gangquan took back the dragon horn with a smirk and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and he whispered:

"I'm going to cut off the three extra branches in a while, and turn them into beads for play."

At this moment, Yanlu stopped, pointed to the stove beside her and said:

"Here, this is your casting platform. Inside the furnace is the earth's core fire. After a while, you put the dragon's horns on it and use your spiritual power to stir up the flames. After the materials are completely red-hot, you can forge them with an iron hammer."

After finishing speaking, the woman glanced at Wang Handuan, "Remember, materials also have spirits, and they must be forged in one piece. If they are intentionally damaged, the power of the magic weapon produced will be greatly reduced."

Wang Gangquan's wishful thinking came to nothing, he sighed secretly, nodded and said:
"Miss Xie reminded me, I don't know how long it will take me to make the magic weapon, and what is its supernatural power?"

At this time, Yan Lu stepped forward to take the copper block in the young man's hand, observed it carefully and said:
"If I remember correctly, this piece of green copper came from outside the territory. It was thrown in the warehouse for many years and no one wanted it. Are you sure you want to choose it?"

When we came to the backyard, there were more than a dozen piles neatly placed here, with various materials and patterns carved on them.

After a while, when the scabbard was handed over to Wang Bingquan again, it had completely changed its appearance.

Wang Gangquan was overjoyed at getting the magic weapon, and he had nothing to hide from the woman who helped him in front of him, and said bluntly:
"Probably because I was an emperor."

Seeing this, Yan Lu's eyes became even more envious, and she said to the bewildered Wang Gingquan:

Wang Gingquan burned the dragon horn until it was scorching hot, during which time he poured spiritual power into the furnace. With the blessing of the furnace, the temperature rose very quickly, and the consumption of spiritual power was much less than that of forging the sword for his son before.

As Wang Gingquan said, he took out the red-hot dragon horn, curled and beat it with special tools, and after nearly a quarter of an hour of trimming, it took a rough shape.

Seeing the bright red glow of the dragon's horn, Wang Bingquan quickly grabbed it out with pliers, put it on the anvil, and then imitated the other bare-armed men in swinging the hammer.

Wang Gangquan nodded, keeping his eyes on the object in front of him and said:
"I can only make a general appearance, and then I will ask the help of Miss Yanlu to make it as beautiful as possible."

"Thanks for the tip, girl."

"This magic weapon has such power without exerting its full strength. It really made you lucky to chop the third black iron stake directly. Remember, use your full strength this time."

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"Do not worry."

"It's nothing, I just think this thing is a bit weird."

Next to him, Nie Zhongliang hadn't thought of making any magic weapon, and had been observing the master's movements. Seeing this, he asked:
"Master, is this going to be a broad-edged sword?"

"How much time depends on your ability, and it also depends on what you want. If you want to make a hard dragon horn into a soft garment, you can't do it even if you forge it in a lifetime.

"Okay, follow your master's movements, and you can forge a magic weapon that is even more powerful than him."

After repeated burning and forging, the red dragon's horn has returned to its original red color. Gold decorations are inlaid at the head and tail of the scabbard, and the runes on the surface are also inlaid with gold. Green, who has always been used to seeing good things, can't help but envy at this moment. Said to Wang Quanquan:
"I hope you don't ruin this magic weapon."

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Wang Gingquan responded and couldn't wait to throw the dragon's horn into the fire. At the same time, Nie Zhongliang came over with a piece of cyan metal.

Yan Lu's eyes flickered to look at the sword. To be honest, this sword also made her eyes shine.

Just an inch out of the sheath, the sword stopped suddenly, and then the sword qi blew past, smashing the outer barrier of the first wooden stake, and then the sword returned to the sheath.

"Ah Liang, what's wrong?"

Wang Gingquan's eyes were serious, and the purple-gold air flowed all over his body. At the same time, bursts of dragon chant came from the scabbard. He swung his sword out, this time three inches out of the scabbard. is dazzling.

At this moment, the two of you talk to each other, and the conversation is harmonious, which seems to have settled their suspicions.

Wang Lingquan took out the bright red sword from the storage bag, took off the original scabbard, and inserted the sword body into the new scabbard with a "chuckle".

"You'll know in a while."

"Go to the back and try."

"it is good."

Wang Gingquan nodded, and swiped the long sword out of its sheath without hesitation, but this almost made him dodge.

"Not good."

Yan Lu first glanced at the other party in doubt, but after realizing that he didn't seem to be lying, he said:
"No wonder, as an emperor, you can indeed gain a lot of color in the early stage of practice, but after the stage of transforming gods, this advantage becomes negligible."

As for supernatural powers, I can tell you that this horn comes from a red dragon. The red dragon belongs to fire and is the main attack. You can put more thought into this aspect. "

Seeing this, Yan Lu subconsciously looked around, and after making sure that there were no other people, she said softly:

For the first time, the woman did not confront him, and took a small hammer and began to beat carefully. Half an hour later, a beautifully crafted scabbard appeared in front of them.

The boy hesitated for a moment, finally nodded and said:
"That's it."

"Isn't there just rusty scrap copper, what's wrong?"

The calcined dragon horn became more and more like steel, and when it was hammered down, sparks flew everywhere. According to Wang Gingquan's thoughts, he first closed the several forks, then put them into the furnace for reheating, and then forged them repeatedly until they were hammered into a narrow front and a narrow back. Wide long piece.

"Is it the scabbard?" Yan Lu was the first to speak out.

The boy looked at the object in his hand with doubts on his face, and he didn't regain his senses until he walked to the master's side.

"The blow just now has reached the initial stage of Nascent Soul, but it still failed to strike the red dragon's fiery nature." She said, turning her head to look at Wang Qingquan, "Who are you, and why can you resonate with the magic weapon?"

The woman heated the scabbard for the last time, and then put it into the water tank next to it to cool it down. After taking it out, she called another craftsman from Qitang to carve the scabbard. sword spirit.

With a "click", the magic circle shattered, but this was already the limit of the sword energy.

"These pillars of different hardness contain special magic circles, which can withstand attacks of different degrees. Don't be afraid of being hacked. Let's start."

As soon as they returned to the front hall, the two saw Nie Zhongliang holding a small turquoise shield with his right hand from a distance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the boy turned his head and said with a simple and honest smile:

"Master, my magic weapon is ready."

Hearing the words, the rest of the people present first looked at the apprentice and then at the master, as if they had seen a ghost.

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