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The pure blue flames were beating in the furnace. Gong Xinzi walked forward and took the crystal spoon placed beside the furnace. He scooped half a spoonful of black solution from the half-meter-high marble water tank and carefully poured it into the furnace. The fire suddenly jumped several feet, making a sizzling sound, and the flame color also turned from blue to blue.

"This is a molten black oil specially refined to melt the best ore. It is very precious. If it weren't for your chicken blood ore and platinum secret ore, I wouldn't have been willing to use it." Gong Xinzi put the spoon back on the spot and said to me.

"That's why you worry too much." I heard the head biting on the side, and immediately stared at the oil tank, and said with a chuckle, "Master, what materials do you need to refine this molten black oil? If you have the chance, I'll help you get some, how about it?"

"What, just because you want to make this black oil-enhancing material alone, it's very difficult. Our blacksmith union has so many people running around to collect it, so that we can only refine this little black oil." Gong Xinzi's old eyes were not faint. He looked at me clearly, pointed to the black oil that was only half a tank of black oil and said.

"Don't worry, you're always worried. No matter how difficult it is, I'm not afraid. We have perseverance and perseverance. As long as you tell me, I will do everything I can to help you." I patted our not-so-strong chest and said loudly.

Hehe, this worker Xinzi made black oil fake, I think it was real to make it myself. Since the master said that this thing is good, it must be wrong. If I make it, it will definitely be sold for a lot of money. Moreover, if we want to understand the forging skills, we must use it, so we have to draw out the raw materials for this thing.

"This molten black oil requires volcanic lava magma, sulfate crystals, thick petroleum solution and giant shark oil. In addition, when refining, a century-old ancient wood is needed to fully integrate these materials and ensure their special properties. These materials are basically hard to come by, so it is difficult." Gong Xinzi did not regard the formula of molten black oil as a secret, and told me one by one.

My head was a little dizzy again. The materials mentioned by Mr. Xinzi are indeed all things that are hard to come by. We have never heard of. Hey, wait, I think I have a little impression of the century-old ancient tree in the end. By the way, when I tamed Xiao Hei last time, I had a ten-year-old ancient tree. Could it be that there could be a hundred-year-old ancient tree there? A spark of hope ignited in my heart, at least I have already had a little bit of a look.

"Haha, then thank you for being old. I will definitely pay attention. If you have the opportunity to get these materials and make them into black oil, you will definitely not forget you." I kept those materials in my heart and replied with a smile.

"These materials are distributed everywhere in the world. It is difficult to find without certain opportunities. Not only do you need luck, but also strength. The giant shark oil needs to be hunted at least forty-five levels to have the chance to obtain it. It is not something that ordinary people can do." Gong Xinzi seemed to be afraid that I didn't know it was powerful, so he took special care of me.

Damn, I gasped for a monster above level 45. It turns out that it is not something that ordinary people can do. At my current level, if I want to kill that thing, it must be a meat bun to beat the dog. If I go there, I will put it in advance and slow it down. Let me talk about it later. I nodded and understood what Master Gong means.

The old man raised the corroded platinum sword first and placed it in front of him for a long time. Then he placed it on the anvil next to the furnace, took out the platinum secret ore from his backpack and threw it into the furnace. Then he took off his shirt, revealing the dark and shiny muscles that were not very good at his age. He raised the quenching steel hammer with one hand and picked up the hilt of the sword with the other hand. After the ore in the furnace turned into a solution and gathered together along the groove, he immediately put the sword into the furnace and repeatedly quenched it, and then tapped it hard with the ore solution.

The sword seemed to be trapped with countless resentful spirits, howling with the hammer, and struggled, turning into fire snakes and roaming between the hammers. The huge metal sound echoed in the house, deafening. The scorching high temperature made Mr. Worker's face turn yellow and his hair curled up a little. I endured the heat waves on the side, watching Mr. Worker's every move, fearing that something would be missed.

After hitting the front forty-nine times, Mr. Worker added a few more ores, continued to calcin the sword, soaked it in ore liquid, and continued to forge it. The huge hammer was light and light in his hand, lifting it lightly. The knocking position moved from the hilt to the sword edge, and each stroke was evenly powerful and not bad at all. He just repeated it back and forth several times. It was not until the ore was exhausted that Mr. Worker inserted the sword into the cold water on one side. The dark red sword body touched the water surface, and immediately made a chirping sound, and a white mist appeared.

"This water is not ordinary clear water, but is taken from the year-round hot spring at the foot of Yunshan outside the Hanbing City. Because the water is mild, it will not conflict with the weapons and equipment for burning at high temperatures, so as not to break the equipment because it cannot support the fierce contrast of sudden cold and heat. Therefore, it is necessary to forge high-level equipment." Mr. Worker did not retain it, and even the origin of this water was clearly understood, so that I would not mistakenly think it was a mortal spring.

After the hand of Mr. Gong, the platinum sword gained the second life and shone with dazzling brilliance. In the same way, the corroded guardian armor was washed away by the painstaking efforts of Mr. Gong, and became golden and gorgeous and exquisite (of course, there are a few differences between equipment forging and weapon construction. Mr. Gong changed into a small craft hammer, and was beaten all the armor with a patience. He also cooled it with spring water three times in the middle to prevent the armor from being able to withstand the polishing and breaking. The molten black oil also added half a spoon to maintain the iron-blue color of the fire).

After careful observation and repeated thinking, I had some experience in this iron-making method. Listening to the hammering of Mr. Worker, as if he was full of passion and his eyes were filled with some emotion, I seemed to grasp something about forging in a hazy way, but it passed by in my mind, and before I could think about it, it was obscured in my thoughts.

"Okay, look, how are you doing?" The old man raised his hand and wiped the beads of sweat that had just oozed out of his forehead (the previous sweat had been dried by the fire), handed the Platinum Sword and Guardian Armor to me and said.

After taking two pieces of equipment, I looked at it and touched it and touched it again and again. The more I looked at it, the more I loved it, the more I liked it. The sword was cold and sharp; the armor was exquisite and meticulous, and the quality was extraordinary. If it weren't for the words "Special for Captain Huang" on both, I would have had a bit of the urge to take it for myself. These two were silver-level equipment.

"Hehe, it turns out that the veteran is indeed a fight. One is the master. Both equipment is restored perfectly, not bad." I said with praise.

"Haha, you young man, are quite good at talking." Mr. Worker said with a smile and flattered me.

Since these two pieces of equipment have been re-forged, we should hurry back to Leidi City to get the endless backpack. I was about to say goodbye to the boss Yezi, but when I opened the way, my eyes suddenly looked at the bows thrown on the ground. It seemed that the bow was not a garbage item, but it was probably not enough to be thrown here by the boss, so it was better for me to do it... I thought about it and immediately spoke.

"Master, your house seems to be very messy. Do you want me to help me organize it?"

"Oh, is that?" Mr. Gong heard what I said, looked around and said, "Well, it seems to be a little bit. I haven't had time to sort it out for a long time. Since you have the intention, please help me clean up." Mr. Gong thought for a while, wiped his beard and said.

We just did it, but we didn't delay at all. We quickly stacked the messy ores in the room neatly (I had an impulsive idea in my mind to steal a few good ore, but a firm voice in my mind told me, "Don't lose the big picture because of the small"). After placing all the ironwork properly, I pretended to be a little unintentional and asked the old man: "Master, are these 'breaking bows' still useful?"

"Oh, what's the use of missing soul weapons? Stop it." Old Master Worker looked at the longbow on the ground and sighed.

What does it mean to lose soul? After hearing what Master Gong said, I picked up a longbow and walked in front of me to observe it carefully. Judging from the appearance alone, the bow is quite good, and it is quite touching, but after careful consideration, it always seems a little dark and there is no dark light flowing, which seems to be similar to the situation after my platinum sword was corroded. Is this what Master Gong said that there is a lack of soul?

"Master, what is the concept of the soul you are talking about?" Since I don't understand, then we can't pretend to understand. We have to ask carefully, it will definitely be useful.

"The so-called soul of a weapon, simply put, is the spiritual energy required by a weapon. For example, the platinum sword you are now, you see that there seems to be a layer of golden light like water waves flowing over, that is its spiritual energy. For those who use it, the most basic thing is to increase the power of use. If the opportunity happens, the player will even exert unexpected effects." Mr. Gong took the platinum sword in my hand and said.

"Then where does this spiritual energy come from?" I continued to ask without understanding.
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