During this sleep, Sun Huo did not sleep selflessly for a long time, but naturally woke up early due to the habit of practicing martial arts for many years.
After waking up, Sun Huo seemed particularly energetic. After freshening up a little, he went straight to the scrap weapon warehouse next to the Golden Hall.
Looking at the scrapped magic weapons piled up like mountains in front of him, Sun Huo's eyes flashed with excitement.
Even if only 30% of the refining materials can be recycled, it will be an astonishing amount. For a long time to come, not only will I not have to worry about the lack of materials for studying the refining technique, but also the sect will pay for it.
The high reward is more than enough to deal with the daily consumption of breaking through to the foundation building stage in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Sun Huo reached into his arms with his left hand, took out a prepared black storage bag, and then began to collect the magic weapons on the ground.
In just a short while, Sun Huo filled the storage bag in his hand so full that he could no longer hold a single magical weapon.
After weighing the bag in his hand, Sun Huo brought it to the gold-sharing formation and placed it beside the forging hammer.
After a while, Sun Huo arrived in front of the red-faced old man.
Although they had just met yesterday, the red-faced old man still circled around the tall Sun Huo twice, nodding his head as he looked at him, looking very satisfied.
At this time, Sun Huo stood as tall and straight as a strong pine tree, with his sleeves rolled up high, revealing two forearms with knotted ribs like bronze. The sense of strength revealed in them is unforgettable.
Seeing such attire, how could the old man not understand the purpose of Sun Huo's visit? He walked up to him, patted Sun Huo's shoulder, which was obviously much taller than him, turned around and left: "Come on, let me see the legendary strength cultivator.
The way to divide money."
Arriving in the hot Midas Hall again, Sun Huo picked up the storage bag next to the casting hammer in front of the old man and flipped it down. A large pile of thirty or forty scrapped items fell out with a clank.
Magic weapon.
Seeing Sun Huo's behavior, the old man named Zhang nodded secretly. When he first taught the art of weapon refining, what he liked was Sun Huo's attitude of always being prepared for things.
When he saw Sun Huo picking up a small pile of magical artifacts and about to throw them into the bell-shaped light shield, the red-faced old man reached out to stop him.
"You are too impatient." The red-faced old man said slowly.
"Although the space inside this light shield can accommodate more magic weapons than the ones you hold in your hands. But Master Xu once mentioned that he could only recycle five magic weapons at most at one time.
. No matter how large the number is, sufficient shares of the decomposed magical artifacts will not be recovered and become wasted."
After hearing what the red-faced old man said, Sun Huo was stunned for a moment, but then he put the magic weapon in his arms back on the ground.
He glanced briefly, then picked out five smaller magic weapons from the ground and turned to look over.
"Is this okay?"
The old man nodded, and then took a few steps back, giving the space to Sun Huo.
After receiving the permission, Sun Huo immediately became confident and threw the five magical weapons in his hand into the light barrier.
The scene from three years ago reappeared. The mask turned red all over and sealed off the heat wave of the earth fire.
Seeing that the magic circle had begun to be activated, Sun Huo quickly put away the protective arrows, grasped the rough hammer handle with both hands, used all his strength, and suddenly raised the gold-sharing hammer.
This time, Sun Huo had a completely different feeling than three years ago. Although the gold-sharing hammer was still a bit heavy to hold, it was no longer as strenuous as it was back then, and he had to hold it up with one breath. Not only that, Sun Huo also felt an inexplicable closeness to the Golden Hammer, as if what he was holding was not just a cold dead thing.
It may be that being able to use the gold-sharing hammer normally inspired his instinct as a blacksmith; it may also be that because he has practiced the corresponding body-refining technique, the magic weapon and the technique have echoes. Sun Huo can't tell the difference either.
At that moment, his mind was not focused on anything else, and he hit the bell jar hard with a hammer.
Because Sun Huo's power increased greatly, the old man on the side could clearly see that the entire bell jar was shaking violently, not just shaking slightly.
In addition, when Sun Huo hammered nine times to fully activate the gold-dividing formation, the magic weapon in the bell jar turned into five groups of boiling liquids of different colors, flowing clearly on the light screen, and
Not integrated together.
Dots of light escaped from the boiling liquid of the magic weapon, and for a while, the light mask became colorful and unusually bright. This made the red-faced old man on the side open his mouth from ear to ear, and his face was filled with surprise.
The clanging bells began to echo in the hall, and Sun Huo began to immerse himself in this boring hammering process.
As time passed, a small golden tree suddenly appeared hanging upside down from the top of the bell jar, with branches and leaves, which was very strange.
When this object first appeared, it was only a few inches in size, and then began to grow in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, extending more branches.
At this moment, many root-like patterns suddenly appeared on the inner wall of the bell jar, with different colors, extending towards the top.
When it was connected to the golden tree, these lines began to disappear from the bottom upwards, and even the light spots that originally floated towards the bell began to turn and merged directly into the golden tree.
At the same time, the originally bare branches on the golden tree began to grow colorful leaves.
Under the gaze of the red-faced old man and Sun Huo's distracted observation, the two were surprised to find that those colorful leaves were actually condensed from various different refining materials, and each leaf was a kind of material.
"What an incredible skill!" Witnessing the strange phenomenon that occurred during the gold distribution process, the red-faced old man murmured to himself excitedly.
The golden tree seemed to be absorbing various materials as nutrients, and it did not stop until the trunk reached about five feet.
At this moment, the light curtain holding the magic weapon solution suddenly blurred, and five groups of liquids were gathered together and wrapped into a ball, which instantly sank into the earthly fire.
There was a loud bang, and the ground fire spewed up. The golden tree in the bell jar seemed to be suddenly hit by a storm. It shook a few times and disappeared out of thin air. Not only that, but also the top of the bell jar disappeared at the same time. p>
The remaining hundreds of colorful leaves were suddenly sprayed out by an explosive hot airflow, and scattered all over the ground with a clanking sound.
"It's done, it's done!" the old man shouted excitedly.
Seeing this scene, Sun Huo also stopped hammering, put his hands on the hammer handle to support his body, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped for air.
The clothes he wore were completely soaked with sweat and tightly wrapped around Sun Huo's burly body, outlining his muscular lines.
After a while, the old man calmed down. He turned around and saw Sun Huo's appearance. He secretly cheered in his heart, then walked up to him and said jokingly.
"What a good boy, you didn't grow all this muscle in vain."
While speaking, the old man expanded the protective shield of the token to help Sun Huo isolate the heat of the earth fire.
Upon hearing this, Sun Huo smiled and felt very embarrassed.
Seeing that although Sun Huo was panting like an ox, his eyes were clear and undistracted, the red-faced old man felt relieved.
I saw him waving his left hand outward, and a white light suddenly shot out from the cuff, and started to fly close to the ground.
After two or three breaths, when the white light returned to the old man, Sun Huo saw clearly that it was a silk-mesh magic weapon, with all the material blades quietly installed in it.
Under the eager gaze of the two people, the old man stretched out his hand and the silk screen stretched out on its own, then suddenly shook.
All the material blades were thrown into the air, and when they fell back onto the net again, they had been divided into dozens of piles of different sizes.
"Xuan Ying Iron, Fierce Sun Stone, Blood Pattern Jade..." The old man called out the names of all the materials one by one.
Although these are not rare and rare weapon refining materials, they are very pure. As long as you are willing, you can invest in the refining process now without having to go through the refining process again.
Watching the old man inspecting the refining materials he had recovered one by one, Sun Huo felt quite satisfied and proud.
"Sun Huo, from now on you will be in charge of the Golden Touch Hall. In addition to turning in a certain amount of refining materials every month, half of the raw materials recovered will be left to you."
The red-faced old man put away all the leaf-shaped materials with a smile on his face, then turned around and announced to Sun Huo solemnly.
"In addition, I plan to take you under my sect as my official disciple, Zhang Leiyue. I wonder if you are willing?"