Ning Caichen put the dagger into the magma with his intention. When the dagger melted, Ning Caichen thought it came out and carried a lot of steel, so the dagger turned into a giant sword.

Ning Caichen's magical silkworm clothes were wearing pants, naked, sweating all over his body, swinging a big hammer and constantly hitting the sword.

Yan Qingcheng summoned the sofa from the space ring, sat and looked at Ning Caichen's back, and saw her toned muscles. She was a little obsessed. Before she knew it, Yan Qingcheng fell asleep. After all, Ning Caichen kept repeating her work, which made it easy to hypnotic to look.

Rumble!

Ning Caichen was filled with a bright mind and immediately felt the subtle changes in the giant sword that was hit. With each hammer, the steel was compressed by the terrifying impact force and doubled in size.

But when compressed to the limit, the flying sword still broke.

It was discovered that the flying sword broke not once or twice, but every time it was beaten and tempered, the flying sword had cracks. After all, the density was too high, so it was easy to break.

I felt that the flying sword was about to explode at any time. This was not an illusion, it was about to explode and crush it to the limit.

Ning Caichen threw the giant sword into the magma, and the magma gradually melted the tempered giant sword, which means that it has never been tempered, and the metal of the giant sword turned into magma again.

He used his spiritual consciousness to move a ball out of the magma pool again, and immediately crushed the magma into the shape of a flying sword.

Ning Caichen continued to temper the flying sword and sent back a stream of heat. At this moment, he felt that the heat was becoming more and more obvious, but the cells had evolved to the limit and could not be improved.

The spiritual consciousness felt the subtle changes in the flying sword being tempered. When the flying sword appeared cracks, it immediately returned to the furnace and started again.

The flying sword was continuously shamelessly tempered, and there were no cracks. By the sixth time, the cracks appeared.

Ning Caichen had to return to the furnace, and the spiritual sense sensing flying sword was tempered and changed even more.

I don’t know how many failed and how many times I returned.

The perception is constantly increasing, and the subtle changes in tempered steel are increasingly clearly perceived, and the casting technology level is rapidly improving.

From five crushing times to ten tempering times without cracks.

The number of temperings increased, but it failed in the end.

Ning Caichen returned the flying sword to the furnace, knowing that if this continues for tens of millions of years, it will not be able to be successfully tempered.

There are many things to be done outside, but we cannot be trapped in the immortal weapon for tens of millions of years.

Ning Caichen sat down cross-legged and saw Yan Qingcheng sleeping, with a sweet smile on his face.

With a sudden inspiration, he immediately entered Yan Qingcheng's dream.

I saw Yan Qingcheng in a pink world surrounded by a garden and a picturesque view of flowers blooming.

Yan Qingcheng was rushing to butterflies in the garden and had a great time. When he saw Ning Caichen coming, he burst into a sweet smile, ran over, and threw himself into Ning Caichen's arms.

"Qingcheng, imagine this place like a magma pool outside." Ning Caichen said seriously.

"Yeah!" Yan Qingcheng sat down cross-legged.

The garden disappeared, exactly like the space outside, and there was also a magma pool.

Ning Caichen immediately began to temper.

Yan Qingcheng looked at Ning Caichen like this, quietly, looking at her with charming eyes as affectionately as a thousand years, and she would never get tired of it after many years. When she saw Ning Caichen, she felt happy.

Ning Caichen continuously turned the magma from the magma pool into a flying sword, feeling that his skills were already excellent and he left his dream.

Ning Caichen immediately moved a ball of magma out.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!

After seven days and seven nights, all the magma molten steel was tempered into flying swords.
Chapter completed!