Riding a Phoenix to Cultivation

Chapter 677 Forging

Qingqing thinks that the little mist demon is guiding here all the way, so he should be very familiar with this place. This middle-aged man should know the little mist demon, right?

The middle-aged man glanced at the little mist demon and shook his head, saying: "The blacksmith has no son, you have found the wrong one."

Qingqing stared, wondering why the master didn't want her to go in and find someone.

"I won't go in, can you let someone inside come out?" Qingqing didn't give up.

"Girl, I told you that there is no one in you—" The middle-aged man was also a little angry, and wanted to chase him away with a tigerish face.

But at this moment, a gloomy voice came from behind the curtain.

"Let her in."

That kind of man was stunned for a moment, and immediately withdrew his hand that had been stretched out to drive away, and then lifted the curtain for Qingqing respectfully, letting Qingqing in.

Qingqing shrugged, she really admired the ability of this middle-aged man to change his face.

As soon as the cloth curtain was lifted, another scorching heat wave hit her face, Qingqing paused at her feet, thinking that she could still hold on to the heat wave, but the little doll in her arms might not be so, so it was a bit troublesome for herself. He and Xiaowa formed a water system defense layer before walking into the yard.

The yard is not big, two-thirds of the area is occupied by the stove.

The forging of magical weapons here is not the same as forging weapons by mortals, directly beating with a hammer.

For the magic tools forged here, in order to fully exert the effect of the materials, and to make the appearance of the magic tools exactly as imagined, they are all using spiritual power to forge the magic tools.

When the special fire in the stove reaches a certain temperature, it will melt all the different materials that have been coated with special juices.

Forging, on the other hand, uses one's own spiritual power to make these melted materials into the appearance designed earlier.

In this process, the fusion ratio of each material, the fusion parts, and even which parts of the magic weapon need to be added with magic symbols and spells must be grasped.

Therefore, masters who forge magic weapons are also very sought after.

After all, it is really difficult to create a magic weapon that is perfect in all aspects.

Fuchsia, aqua blue, golden red.

Flames of three different colors burn in the stove at the same time, and the flames are staggered, which looks very magical.

In the center of the furnace, an extremely small and exquisite spirit beast ring is slowly taking shape under the urging of spiritual power.

Different flames danced in different parts of the ring, but the man who controlled the flames was unusually quiet.

Qingqing looked at the person standing in front of the stove from a distance.

His figure was tall and slender, his red clothes were dragging on the ground like fire, and his black hair was like ink on his back.

In the firelight, Qingqing saw the man's perfect profile.

It seems to be as perfect as what I saw under the moonlight by the lake last time, just one glance can make people sink into it.

However, perhaps it was Huoguang's illusion, maybe it was because this person was really not the person she had seen before, Qingqing felt that this person was somewhat different from the last time.

Probably the temperament.

Qingqing couldn't tell the specific content, so she could only express it roughly.

The closer it is to the stove, the hotter it gets. Even under the protective layer of the water system, Qingqing still feels uncomfortable.

The little mist demon in her arms was also writhing restlessly, and seemed extremely unaccustomed to it.

But when Qingqing saw Fengyi's face, she didn't sweat a single drop.

Moreover, there was only a serious and concentrated expression on his face, without a trace of discomfort.

what happened?Isn't he hot?
Qingqing pursed her lips, she suddenly felt that the person in front of her seemed to be born in a fire.

Those fires are to him what water is to fish.

fish into the sea.

What about him?

Into the fire and reborn?

It seemed that a dazzling phoenix was flying in front of me, hovering in the raging fire, and its long and sharp cry pierced through the hearts of the people.

Finally, the phoenix went into the fire, and a monstrous man walked out.

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