Mecha Star Wars.

Chapter 1195 Casting
After eating and drinking, Lin Fan prepared to start forging.

Everyone followed her to the water's edge, and after seeing her take out the Black Crystal Meteorite, they looked intently at Ao Hen who was standing beside her.

"What do you want me to help you with?" Ao Hen asked with a smile.

"Fire." Lin Fan raised the object in his hand, "Fire that can melt the black crystal meteorite iron."

"Leave this job to me!" Mu Jingjing raised her hand.

“You can’t.” Lin Fan shook his head. “It’s too difficult for Senior Sister’s Fire Spirit to smelt the Black Crystal Meteorite.”

Moreover, forging with spiritual power is a long-term output process, which is bound to cause continuous loss of spiritual power.

This kind of thing would naturally fall on the head of Ao Hen, who has the highest cultivation level and appears to have the strongest fire spirit.

Ao Hen seemed to not understand the deep meaning of Lin Fan's words, and he agreed lightly. Then he snapped his fingers, and a ball of fire ignited at his fingertips, and then it instantly grew larger.

Lin Fan threw the black crystal meteorite towards the fire, and the meteorite was immediately wrapped in it.

From a distance, one could see a fiery red halo dancing in the night sky, like a miniature sun. The meteorite was suspended in the center of the fire like a rock, motionless.

"Don't you need a forge?" Jin Tong asked Lin Fan while looking at the flames in the air.

Just like the alchemist’s cauldron, the weapon refiner usually also has a fixed refining tool when forging - the forging furnace.

In fact, a weapon refiner has three magic weapons - furnace, hammer, and pliers, and none of them can be used without them.

"The function of a forging furnace is to concentrate heat to quickly heat up the smelting material." Lin Fan took out a pair of long-handled tongs and a sledgehammer from his disciple's order and explained, "If the flame itself can melt the smelting material, there is no need for a furnace."

Of course, it is more convenient to have a forge than not to have one. But now the temperature of the flame is completely controlled by Aohen, and it takes a long time to refine the meteorite iron.

And this is exactly what Lin Fan hopes to see - the longer the time drags on, the better it will be for them.

"I'll do it!" Mu Jingjing didn't get the job of making the fire, so she eagerly grabbed the sledgehammer that was stuck on the ground, "I'm best at hard work!"

Lin Fan did not fight with her for it this time. He looked at the black crystal meteorite gradually turning red under the burning flames, and turned to Du Xingyu.

"Senior Brother Du..."

"I know, I know!" Du Xingyu had been waiting for a long time, "Bells, here I come."

He stretched out his hand and made a few hand gestures. Suddenly, the night wind on the lake surface became violent and rushed straight towards the flame in Aohen's hand. The sudden strong wind almost extinguished the fire, and the exposed black crystal meteorite rose with wisps of white smoke in the sudden cold.

Ao Hen's palm moved slightly, and the fire that was about to go out immediately returned to its original state, tightly wrapping the black crystal meteorite.

"I'm sorry, Senior Brother Ao," Du Xingyu chuckled, pretending not to understand the deep meaning in Ao's eyes, scratching his messy hair, "This is my first time doing this kind of delicate work, I didn't pay much attention..."

The material of black crystal meteorite is extremely hard, and calcination is not easy.

Aohen didn't waste much time on Du Xingyu. He quickly focused all his attention on the heat and increased the firepower.

After trying it once, Du Xingyu didn't dare to do it again. He carefully controlled the wind force and acted as a bellows, fueling the flames while consuming the firepower without leaving any trace.

"Bellows, pliers, hammer..." Yu Sinian slowly fanned himself and muttered, "We still need an anvil and a quenching tank."

"The anvil is made now, and the quenching tank will be that one." Lin Fan pointed to the river with the pliers.

She only brought light tools on this trip. The furnace and other equipment needed for refining can be found everywhere, so there is no need to go through the trouble of carrying them.

"Now..." Shen Xiuyuan was about to speak when Ling Yichen interrupted him.

"River water?!" He sounded like a duck with its throat pinched, his voice filled with incredible anger, "You're using ordinary river water to quench the life-saving magic weapon of a Jindan cultivator?"

"Then why don't you provide a spiritual water?" Lin Fan replied calmly.

But how could Ling Yichen have spiritual water?
Spiritual water is usually used by weapon refiners, alchemists or medical practitioners. Even if others get it by chance, they will most likely sell it and not keep it for themselves.

How could Ling Yichen have thought that his Ling Xiao Sword suddenly broke and needed to be recast? Now he was asked to find spiritual water...

He looked at the other people from Changtian Clan.

"Neither of us has water spiritual roots," Shen Xiuyuan knew what he was thinking, "Oh, Junior Sister Lin does."

Ling Yichen originally wanted to say that even without spiritual water, water with spiritual power is better than river water.

But looking at Lin Fan's slender figure holding the pliers, looking at the black crystal meteorite that has turned red...

Forget it! Just let her do whatever she wants!
I didn't expect to forge it in the first place, and I had to allocate some spiritual power to condense water... Ling Yichen had already started to think about which swords Changtianmen was more famous for. Lin Fan picked up the red-hot black crystal meteorite with a clamp.

I had just finished working hard and was about to extinguish the fire. Just as I was relaxing a little from the tense feeling, I felt a movement in my lower back.

A cold light flashed, and Lin Fan slashed at the fiery red black crystal meteorite. Wasn't that Aohen's waist knife in his hand?
What a good plan!

The moment Ao Hen raised his eyebrows, the black crystal meteorite had been divided into two parts, large and small, and fell into the river, stirring up a large amount of water vapor and making a "hissing" sound.

Lin Fan returned the knife to its original path, but was intercepted by Aohen.

"Is it useful?" Ao Hen asked with a smile, squinting his eyes.

"Yes," Lin Fan nodded solemnly, "It is indeed a good knife. Thank you very much."

Aohen suddenly felt his long-lost teeth itching. He pushed the canines hard with the tip of his tongue, put the knife back into his waist, and then smiled and said, "There's no need to be so polite between friends."

"What's going on now?" Seeing the white mist on the water surface gradually disappear, Mu Jingjing approached Lin Fan with great interest and looked into the river. "Why can't you see the lines split until the black crystal meteorite is completely burned?"

"No." Lin Fan used pliers to pick up the two pieces of meteorite iron in the water. "The meteorite iron is hard. If it is not softened by calcination, it may not be able to be broken even with Senior Brother Ao's waist knife."

"Oh oh." Mu Jingjing looked at Lin Fan dragging a large piece of meteorite. Her eyes lingered between Shen Xiuyuan and Ling Yichen, and finally looked at Ling Yichen.

"What again?" Ling Yichen frowned.

"Your sword, why don't you show it to me?" Lin Fan asked.

"Didn't I pay you?" Ling Yichen pointed at the black crystal meteorite on Lin Fan's pliers and on the ground in frustration, "Isn't it right here?"

“Alright.” Lin Fan nodded and took out the fragment of Broken Sky Sword with his other hand. “It’s your sword anyway, you don’t care…”

After all, Ling Yichen has been nurturing the Broken Sky Sword for several years, so naturally he has a deep affection for it.

Looking at the broken sword without any spirit, he finally sighed: "Tell me, what do you want me to do?"

"I need a platform this high," Lin Fan gestured. "Put this anvil on it."

The large piece of meteorite has its cut surface facing upwards, making it perfect as an anvil for forging.

Ling Yichen's complexion improved a little, but before he could speak, he heard Shen Xiuyuan say, "Let me do it. He is injured, so it is not appropriate for him to use his spiritual power for the time being."

Ling Yichen felt a complex wave of emotions in his heart.

"Let me do it." Yu Sinian stopped Shen Xiuyuan, "My spiritual roots are more suitable than my brother's."

Yu Sinian has dual spiritual roots of gold and earth.

Waving the fan, the ground in front of Lin Fan suddenly arched up, forming a solid rammed earth platform.

Lin Fan tested the hardness and put the felt table directly in.

Yu Sinian turned the fan again, and the earthen platform wrapped the anvil tightly, not moving at all.

Everything was ready, and Lin Fan asked Ao Hen to light a fire and throw the forged sword in.

Ling Yichen watched the familiar Broken Sky Sword gradually turn red and melt in the fire, and turned his head away, unable to bear it any longer.

"Senior Sister," Jin Tong asked from behind Lin Fan, "Why do we have to burn objects before we make them? Is it because it's easier to shape them when they're red hot?"

"Not in the early stage." Lin Fan used pliers to gather the fragments together in the fire. "Shaping is a later matter. In the early stage, it is to remove impurities in the refining materials through high temperature heating and refine the materials."

The broken pieces of the Broken Sky Sword had already stuck together, and Lin Fan took them out.

Just when Ao Hen thought she could take a break, the small piece of black crystal meteorite that she had just cut off was thrown in again by her.

"Thank you for your hard work." Lin Fan curled his lips slightly and thanked Ao Hen.

What can I say? I can only grit my teeth and continue.

On Lin Fan's side, the red fragments had already been placed on the anvil. She grasped a small hammer in her right hand at some point, pointed in a direction, and said to Mu Jingjing.

"Sister, smash it."

"Okay!" Mu Jingjing had been ready for a long time. She swung up the sledgehammer and swung it again and again according to Lin Fan's instructions on the small hammer.

"Dangdangdangdang..." A series of crisp forging sounds attracted Ling Yichen back.