Dragon Clan: Returning from Rebirth, My God Lu Mingfei Tu preaches the Tao

Chapter 265
"Good guy, it turns out that alchemy can still be used like this! How to kill metal like this! How to forge like this!"

"My God, is this imprinting an inscription? No, it is imprinting a dragon text! It looks like a natural reprint, this is simply creating a brand new life!"

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Kassel College, deep in the ice cellar.

Vice-principal Flamel looked like a little fanboy. He held his chest with his hands full of excitement, and watched Old Tang's smooth operations without blinking his eyes.

At this moment, Old Tang was forging weapons.

At the previous request of Chu Zihang Kaiser and others, he hoped to forge a suitable weapon for them, and Old Tang also generously agreed in that water area, so he chose to start forging today.

Because during the refining process, the elements may be disordered, so Lao Tang's refining place was arranged in the well of annihilation in the ice cellar. There is an alchemy matrix that can be sealed, and it can also seal the words of teachers and students in the whole school. The sealed domain of the spirit.

The closer it is to the ice cellar, the greater the power of the seal contained in it.

Because this alchemy matrix was presided over by Flamel himself, he was also fortunate enough to observe the refining process in the ice cellar.

In addition, there are Lu Mingfei, Anger, and other Kassel professors who have made achievements in the field of alchemy in the ice cellar.

But at the moment, these professors are also in the same state as the vice principal, completely conquered by the various refining methods used by Old Tang.

Old Tang first made a sword for Chu Zihang that resembled the Murasame Blade in Japanese legend.

This demon sword once appeared in "The Legend of the Eight Dogs in Nanzong". When this sword kills the opponent, the murderous aura it inspires can condense the dew, and after the opponent is killed, the blade will automatically ooze water to clean it. The blood on the knife is like rain washing leaves, so this knife is also called Murasame.

The materials used by Old Tang were the alchemy objects that were used to protect the Seven Deadly Sins on the altar in the world of Nibelungen before. Old Tang took out the thing that looked like a piece of metal, and then wrapped it with his own bursting flames, and began to treat the piece of metal. With a new refinement, it changes into the shape of a knife at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Until the flames dissipated, complex and mysterious textures were engraved on the body of the knife, like natural textures, and a deep and cold aura emanated from the body of the knife, as if slashing a long knife could cut off space and time, it must be full of A poetic knife.

Even the real demon sword Murasame might not be as terrifying as the one made by Old Tang.

At the moment when the long knife was refined, the blade burst out with a long cry like a dragon's chant, and it came alive like a finishing touch.

"Brother Zihang, continue."

Old Tang threw the built village rain to Chu Zihang, and the latter took it.

Chu Zihang waved the newly built village rain several times in a row, and Caesar and Fingel next to him moved away unnaturally.

It is really that this village rain gives them a strong sense of oppression.

While Chu Zihang was holding Cun Yu, he felt that the powerful feeling of using Old Tang's Seven Deadly Crimes under the eastern waters had returned, and he even felt that he could slice through the dragon-shaped Deadpool with one blow.

This is only in the case that the violent blood secret technique has not erupted, and once it erupts, it will be more powerful.

Of course, this is not to say that the village rain refined by Old Tang is as strong as any of the weapons of the Seven Deadly Sins, but the degree of explosiveness has changed.

Old Tang's Seven Deadly Sins could not be fully erupted in Chu Zihang's hands. In fact, they only used [-]% of them. However, this village rain tailor-made for Chu Zihang is different. It can be said that Chu Zihang can Eighty to ninety percent of the outbreaks were completed, which was why Murasame had the illusion that he could be compared with the Seven Deadly Sins.

And the most powerful weapon is actually the one that suits you best.

Holding Cun Yu in Chu Zihang's hand, his whole demeanor changed, becoming extraordinarily cold and silent, yet he felt a strong sense of killing.

And this village rain seemed to cater to Chu Zihang's aura, and began to pulsate regularly.

"Blood fusion, it will become your best partner." Old Tang encouraged.

"it is good."

Chu Zihang nodded deeply.

Then he cut his wrist, and his own blood began to flow along the hilt of Murasame until it covered the blade. The blood painted on it seemed to be swallowed, and the inscription on the blade also began to turn scarlet, and this scarlet brilliance was like Even if it is branded on it, it is difficult to retreat.

It wasn't until a minute later that the village rain stopped swallowing, and a bloody light emanated from the knife.

Although Chu Zihang's face turned paler, his aura became deeper, and after absorbing his blood, Chu Zihang felt that he was more closely connected with Cun Yu, and it really became an extension of his body.

Seeing his old foe become stronger with a weapon, Caesar's eyes became blazing.

He also begged Old Tang, hoping that the other party could help him refine a Dick Tudor, which was the saber he often used.

Although Caesar's Dick Tudor is also of extraordinary origin and is a powerful alchemy knife, since he used Old Tang's Seven Deadly Sins, Caesar can clearly feel that his Dick Tudor is too different, just like It is the gap between holding a good sword in the game and suddenly obtaining epic equipment.

For Caesar's request, Old Tang was naturally in one step.

Old Tang took out a piece of pitch-black metal. The material looked more like some kind of stone, and it was splattered with some unknown blood, adding a sense of ferocity.

In the process of forging with his own flame, Old Tang deliberately kept the unknown blood on the stone. When the blade was fully formed, it was exactly the same as the Diktodo that Caesar usually used.

The whole body of the blade is pitch black, but many scarlet textures are added to it.

Of course, this is only in terms of shape. When it comes to power, it is natural that the Dick Tuido built by Old Tang is more powerful and terrifying.

Caesar took over the forged alchemy knife, and also slashed his wrist, letting his own blood flow on the blade, and didn't stop until the knife was completely absorbed.

Caesar held the Dick Tudor, and felt an unprecedented arrogance surging in his heart, as if with this knife in his hand, all the world belonged to him.

Whoohoo!
The domineering aura swept away like a storm, and the professors around hurriedly hid aside.

This diktudoo was branded with the blood from before, and it had a tragic aura, as if it had been honed through countless years of fighting, and it was completely two extremes with the cold silence exuded by Chu Zihang's village rain.

There was a movement and a stillness, but it was all the same terrible.

Many people around subconsciously ran away in panic, but only Chu Zihang stood coldly and unmoved. He held the village rain in his hand like a peerless swordsman. look.

Caesar held the pitch-black Dick Tudor, feeling that he was stronger than ever.

He subconsciously looked at Chu Zihang, and the latter also looked at him at this moment.

Zizizi!
An invisible electric current lased back and forth between the two people's gazes.

The two club leaders who had obtained the exclusive magic weapon confronted each other, as if they were about to do it in the next second.

"Old Tang, old Tang, it's my turn, it's my turn, you can't be biased, you want both the rain and the dew!"

At the moment when everyone's minds were seized, Fingel's thirsty voice suddenly rang out in the ice cellar.

He has been watching here for a long time, seeing that his companions have magical weapons in their hands, coupled with the powerful aura erupting from them, it can make him so irritated that he can't eat it, and he is anxious to get angry.

Seeing that Caesar was also arranged in place, Fingel couldn't stand anymore and rushed out immediately.

That fierce posture even pulled aside Caesar and Chu Zihang who were confronting each other.

"Brother Fingel, don't worry, I will make arrangements for you one by one." Old Tang smiled lightly.

After completing the forging of two magical weapons in a row, he didn't even shed a drop of sweat. He looked relaxed and at ease, and those who didn't know thought he was grilling fried skewers.

On the other side, the vice-principal Flamel looked terrified.

Only a person like him who is still proficient in alchemy will understand how much energy it takes to refine magical soldiers like Murasame and Diktodo. Don't look at Old Tang's calm appearance. The texture imprinted on the blade is like a child drawing on it with a paintbrush.

In fact, it is not the case, it is the alchemy that has reached an extreme peak, so that it can be condensed with the feeling of reaching the peak and returning to the basics. It is no exaggeration to say that Flamel is poor. I haven't been able to reach it in my life.

If these two magical weapons were forged by Flamel, even if he had blueprints and materials, he would not be able to forge them with his current alchemy skills, even if he was given ten or twenty years to forge them. , because this is not a matter of time, but the alchemy principles involved in it are as obscure as a book of heaven to him, and the seven orifices are only connected to the six and a half.

That's why Flamel couldn't help but let out an exclamation, completely like a little fan, admiring all kinds of refining methods of Old Tang, of course, he didn't just watch, but took the He took out his notebook and began to write and draw frantically, recording all kinds of refining methods of Old Tang in detail.

Soon several notebooks were filled by him, and he needed more notebooks.

The professors who were proficient in alchemy hurriedly handed over their notebooks.

There is no way, they are not strong enough, and they are not even qualified to record these refining methods, because they can't understand Lao Tang's alchemy methods at all, and even the vice principal who is completely proficient in alchemy and has achieved certain accomplishments in the field of alchemy, in the At this moment, he is only worthy of being a small apprentice to assist the master.

"Hurry up, run out of ink, bring a pen, I need more pens."

The vice-principal looked crazy. He stared straight at Old Tang's alchemy steps and process, and then wrote on the notebook with his hands. At first glance, it looked like some kind of tadpole writing. Latin is hundreds of times more obscure.

The vice-principal was sometimes excited, sometimes ecstatic, and sometimes distressed because a certain alchemy statement could not be verified, and then began to chew the nib of the pen frantically, so that in the end his face and mouth were covered with black ink.

But the professors around didn't mean to sneer at all. On the contrary, they showed a deep sense of respect.

Everything Flamel has done is to make a huge contribution to the field of alchemy, and even this contribution is immeasurable, because the field of alchemy has 'developed' to this day, and a huge fault like a natural moat has appeared. , that is enough to benefit the human realm for a lifetime, one can imagine how great it would be if it could further develop the alchemy realm!
At this moment, upon hearing the vice-principal's request for more pens, some old professors rushed out of the ice cellar to get the pens, and even fell to the ground in such a hurry. Just to be able to get the pen faster.

Urgent and valuable experience, every record made by Flamel is a big step forward in the field of alchemy.

Fingel watched Old Tang take out a piece of wood-like alchemy material from his body, and couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Old Tang, what I want is that weapon, don't make a mistake."

"Don't worry, brother, you'll be satisfied." Old Tang said.

"I think so..."

Fingel wanted to continue to say something, but before he finished speaking, a big hand covered the top, which immediately made his brain buzz.

"You're such a mess! Do you think you're a jerk, haven't you seen that Master Tang has already started refining? Or, do you think that Master Tang's level is limited and he can't refine weapons that satisfy you? My dear Fingel classmate!"

The vice-principal scolded with a darkened face, with that fierce look, he wished he could swallow Fingel in one gulp.

It is simply unreasonable, now that Old Tang's alchemy technique is at a critical stage, and the vice-principal is also fascinated by it, what's wrong with Finger!

Fingel hesitated, saying that this was the first time he had seen the vice-principal's face so dark, so he quickly smiled and expressed his apology.

"Senior Brother Finger, don't worry, the material that Old Tang took out may be better than those of the two senior brothers. You have found a treasure this time." Lu Mingfei couldn't help but say.

"Really, really?" Fingel said excitedly and incoherently.

He already believed it, because Lu Mingfei's words were absolute authority, so it was impossible to deceive him.

Lu Mingfei smiled and nodded.

Naturally, he did not deceive Finger. The piece of wood that Old Tang took out actually had the breath of the World Tree. Although not all of it, as long as this kind of thing has a little bit of the World Tree, it is a proper holy material, so Naturally, the refined weapons cannot be bad.

Old Tang was also completely engrossed and started refining.

The alchemy material in his hand looks like a piece of wood, but it is actually something that contains the branches of the world tree, and it is because of the breath of the world tree that this piece of wood becomes an excellent alchemy material, which was favored by Norton back then. Fancy.

At this moment, this piece of wood began to twist and deform under Old Tang's flames, and soon turned into the shape of a long spear, with the tip of the spear becoming sharper until it was fully formed.

The flames dissipated, and a cool-looking black spear suddenly manifested.

All the professors in the audience, including Caesar Chu Zihang, shrank their pupils slightly, because this spear looked like the Kungunir that Odin was holding back then.

However, a scene that shocked them even more appeared in the next moment.

I saw that Fingel put on a silver-white Odin mask at some point. He stepped forward, grasped the dark spear, and let out a cold ho ho sound.

(End of this chapter)