Zhao Ruhai left, leaving Xu Feng alone in the forging room.
"Forging it with your own hands?" Xu Feng frowned slightly. He had heard this statement in his previous life, but he had always scorned it. The success rate of forging it with his own hands was far lower than using the power of an apostle.
To use the power of the apostle for forging, just like Xu Feng weaving a fluorescent cloak, he consumes his own mental power or the power of the lunar calendar, fuses the forging blueprints, and uses forging materials for void forging.
The entire forging process requires almost no contact with forging materials, as if there is an invisible hand controlling everything and making absolutely no mistakes.
If the forging fails, there must be something wrong with the material, the level of the forging technique, or the blueprint. But if you forge it yourself, there may be too many problems, and the chance of making a mistake will also increase significantly.
Using the power of the apostle is like playing a game. You only need to click the "forging button" to complete the entire forging process.
If the success rate of forging using the power of the apostle can reach 80%, then the success rate of forging by hand can only reach 30% or even 20% at most. However, as the proficiency and experience increase, the success rate of forging by hand will also increase, but this
The process will consume a lot of time and materials.
In the previous life, even those blacksmiths who really made a living by forging, most of them could not forge with their own hands.
However, Xu Feng was still convinced by Zhao Ruhai's words. After all, Zhao Ruhai was one of the three great blacksmiths in China in his previous life, and he was the only one who could reach level nine in blacksmithing skills!
"Since it was Zhao Ruhai who said it, it must be right. Why not give it a try according to what he said?" Xu Feng thought to himself.
Thinking of this, Xu Feng summoned the forging furnace and forging hammer, lit the charcoal, and after a while, the forging furnace was burning red.
Xu Feng threw a palm-sized iron ingot into the fire. After the iron ingot was red-hot, he took out the red-hot iron ingot, placed it on the anvil, swung the forging hammer, and smashed the iron ingot hard.
go.
Xu Feng is forging the spear blade of the poacher's spear. Now Xu Feng has only mastered the forging methods of four items, and the poacher's spear is the simplest one among them.
Bang, bang, bang~
Xu Feng didn't know how many times he smashed it until the iron ingot turned black again, the spear blade was not forged, and there was a strange-shaped piece of scrap iron placed on the anvil.
If you are a blacksmith without apostle status, even if the forging fails, the iron block on the anvil can still be returned to the furnace for re-forging, but it is different with a blacksmith with apostle status. Once an apostle forges an item, the material will be scrapped and cannot be reused.
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Just like that, Xu Feng threw the scrap iron aside, took out another iron ingot, and continued to forge.
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Songtao City, Wolongshan Cemetery
The sky was bright, facing the fallen leaves of late autumn, a middle-aged man in a suit, holding a bouquet of light yellow daisies, walked along the cemetery stairs towards the top of the stone sculpture of an angel.
The cemetery was empty at this time, and there was only the sound of the cold wind blowing in my ears. The weather was cold, and few people came to visit the graves at this time.
The middle-aged man walked up to the angel statue, tapped the base of the statue gently with a special rhythm, and then waited quietly. After a while, an old voice came from the angel statue.
"I told you not to disturb me when I'm sleeping, unless there's something particularly urgent!"
The middle-aged man gently placed the daisy in his hand in front of the angel statue and whispered: "I'm sorry, Your Excellency, for disturbing your sleep because of an emergency!"
After a long time, a voice came from the angel statue: "Tell me, what happened?"
"Your Excellency, there is a third-level secret realm outside the city, called the Secret Realm of the Withered Bone Temple. It is a world of the dead, and it is full of undead creatures..." the middle-aged man said slowly.
"Tell me the important point!" The voice from the sky stone statue seemed a little impatient.
"The Holy Crystal of the Undead, Your Excellency!" the middle-aged man whispered: "The Holy Crystal of the Undead has appeared in the secret realm of the Withered Bones Temple!"
Boom~
The ground where the angel statue was suddenly shook slightly, and the old voice confirmed with a little shock: "You are sure it is the Holy Crystal of the Undead. You know what it means to me. If I find out that you are lying to me,
I will pull out your soul and roast it on the flames of evil spirits for a hundred years!"
"Your Excellency, I have seen this with my own eyes!" The middle-aged man did not care about the threat of the old voice. Instead, he said with a smile: "Believe me, I will not lie to you."
"What do you want?" the old voice suddenly asked.
"Zombie body, I want a way to get a zombie body!" The middle-aged man said quickly with a hint of enthusiasm on his face.
"Haha, what do you think the zombie body is?" There was a trace of ridicule in the old voice, and he continued: "The immortal body? Wrong, wrong, it is the body of God's disgust.
It is a cursed body, an unknown body. Once you become a zombie body, your relatives, friends, and partners will all leave you. You will endure hundreds or thousands of years of loneliness, and you will completely change your current life...
…”
"Times have changed, and the world is also undergoing drastic changes!" The middle-aged man said excitedly: "To survive in this world, you only need strength and nothing else. I want to become strong and stay strong!"
"You will regret it. Even I don't dare to pursue that kind of power..." The old voice sighed.
"I will not regret it!" The middle-aged man said with a firm look on his face: "Sir, this is just a transaction. You tell me how to obtain the zombie body, and I will tell you the specific location of the Undead Saint Crystal!
"
After a long silence, a black light appeared out of thin air on the stone slab in front of the angel statue, and then slowly condensed, finally turning into a parchment scroll.
"I hope you won't regret it!" the old voice said.
The middle-aged man stepped forward quickly, picked up the sheepskin scroll, opened it and glanced at it, with a look of ecstasy on his face.
"This is it, this is it..." the man murmured to himself.
After calming down his excitement, the man leaned over and said a few words softly towards the base of the angel statue: "The secret realm of the Temple of Bones, the eighth temple, on the throne of the undead. There are many undead guards in the temple, and they are powerful. Outside the temple
There are undead knights patrolling and they are invincible!"
After saying that, the middle-aged man quickly left the cemetery with the parchment in hand.
After a long time, there was a "rumbling" sound under the angel statue, and the relief stone slab slowly moved away, revealing a deep hole, and a black wooden coffin was slowly moved out.
After a moment, the coffin lid moved away automatically, and an old hand stretched out from the coffin. Then, an old body slowly sat up from the coffin. This man had almost no flesh and blood on his body and was completely skinny and bones.
, it looks no different from a corpse. If it weren’t for the slight white breath on the tip of the nose, it would be no different from a fake corpse.
"The Secret Realm of the Withered Bone Temple..." The old man raised his head and looked into the distance, with a look of expectation in his eyes.