At dusk, the setting sun was like blood, and it was time to check the results. Surrounded by a group of guards, the notorious Song Yanluo strode over and headed straight to the direction of Qiu Yu. He really wanted to deal with this kid.
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As a strong man in the early stage of Soul Fusion, Song Yanluo's eyesight was far away from his subordinates. At a glance, he saw the flame emerging from the young slave's palm, and it was purple and green. Although it was not too fierce, he could guess that it was
It was an extremely domineering fire-attributed technique that stunned him.
In the past few days, Song Yanluo, who was in charge of the matter, had been feeling a lot of pressure because of his inability to extract the black iron. If he delayed his ancestor's business, he would probably be miserable. Being punished would be a trivial matter, and he might even lose his life.
He also knows that the current problem arises in the final stage. Only a strong person with fire attribute skills can smelt the meteorite and finally achieve the goal.
However, the only bearded strong man who could implement this technique was too weak and made no progress. Song Yanluo was worried and his temper became more and more violent. He always wanted to beat people. Now he saw that the young strong man was smelting and it seemed a bit strange.
As a result, the bearded man was already waiting and watching. His eyes lit up. Could it be that this guy was also an expert?
Feeling excited for no reason, Song Yanluo quickened his pace, thinking to himself that if he beat this kid violently to vent his anger, don't break his legs first, after all, it would still be useful.
Seeing this guy coming, the bearded strong man was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, as if his legs no longer belonged to him.
In an instant, a group of people came closer and saw an object releasing a halo in the flames at close range. Song Yanluo's eyes shone brightly. Could it be that Xuan Tie was really going to be refined?
Originally, he wanted to scold him harshly, but now he suppressed it, for fear of disturbing the other party. After all, if it was really a critical moment, he could not allow the slightest interruption.
The guards also watched with bated breath, guessing what was going on, especially the guy who wanted to beat up Qiu Yu in the morning was among them. They glanced at the leader first, and then looked at the young man in front, secretly feeling lucky.
Thank you for not continuing to deal with this kid in the morning, otherwise you wouldn't be able to refine black iron, and you would have to rely on me.
The bearded strong man was in panic, but after observing his words and expressions, he also had a glimmer of hope. It seemed that things were turning around!
The whole afternoon's tempering also consumed a lot of Qiu Yu's skills, and the robe was almost soaked. Fortunately, it was finally completed. As the green flames tightly wrapped around the object, only a sneer was heard, and the only remaining impurities
He was also forced out, and the flames immediately went out, leaving only a dark mass as big as an egg yolk spinning in front of him.
Qiu Yu looked over, glanced at the red clouds on the horizon, and said calmly: "The sun has set, it's twilight, and the black iron has been extracted. Please take a look."
A group of guards stared at the past and saw the round object as dark as ink with a faint glow. They couldn't help but secretly wonder, is this the legendary Black Iron?
It was really refined. Song Yanluo said excitedly: "Ah, it's really refined. Show me quickly."
As Qiu Yu waved his hand, the spiritual energy wrapped around Xuan Tie flew over. Song Yanluo quickly took it in his hand, only to feel that there was a very high temperature on it. Fortunately, he was not an ordinary person, and spiritual energy emerged from his palm and was separated from Xuan Tie.
When you open it, you can feel that this object is extremely heavy. Even though it is only a small amount, it is dozens of times heavier than gold. Of course, the same is true for its value.
The Siren Ancestor once gave Song Yanluo a sample, which was in the Najie. Now when he took it out and compared it, it was larger than the newly refined black iron, and it was also the same color.
The two pieces of black iron floated in the air. Song Yanluo took out another crystal pen. It was originally colorless, but when it came close to the black iron, it turned completely black. From this, the purity could be judged. After some comparison, he came to the conclusion
In conclusion, the iron extracted by this young slave is indeed black iron, and its purity is even better.
At this point, he finally succeeded. Song Yanluo's mood suddenly brightened, and the haze that had enveloped him for several days disappeared. He nodded and said: "Okay, that's really good. I guess you have some ability, so the punishment will be waived. You will have to withdraw it every day from now on."
When the black iron comes out, at least two pieces of this size must be refined."
Unexpectedly, this young boy was so bold that he even made a condition: "Reporting to your lord, extracting black iron consumes too much physical energy. You must strengthen your nutrition. Otherwise, you will not be able to complete the task. Let alone two pieces, you can't refine it even one piece a day."
It’s hard to hold on.”
Song Yanluo's face suddenly changed, showing a ferocious look, murderous intent emerging from his eyes, and said angrily: "What do you mean, you dare to disobey my instructions, do you really want me to break your legs?"
The bearded strong man was frightened, and secretly complained in his heart that this boy was too ignorant of promotion. If he just passed the test, if he had to make any demands, wouldn't he make himself angry? He winked at Qiu Yu hurriedly, boy, stop looking for trouble, old man
This guy kills people without blinking an eye, your life is going to be in danger.
He also had good intentions. Qiu Yu naturally knew it, but pretended not to see it. You know, he has been eating unpalatable prison food every day these days, which is just putting some rotten leaf greens in the batter. It is simply disgusting. I have eaten enough.
, but there is nothing we can do.
Then the slaves here must be treated the same way, otherwise they wouldn't be so haggard and pale. Qiu Yu will naturally take advantage of the opportunity to fight for it, otherwise his days will be like a year.
Seeing that the leader was angry and looked like he was about to torture him, Qiu Yu was not afraid and said calmly: "It doesn't matter, to be honest, I am the only one who can extract Xuan Tie. If you destroy me,
Then these meteorites will be completely useless, so you can decide which is more important or less important."
This kid was so brave. The guards were all shocked and thought it was incredible. Was he really not afraid of death?
"You..." In his rage, Song Yanluo couldn't control the anger in his heart. He suddenly took out his palm, and the surging spiritual power surged out, transforming into a ghost-headed sword and slashing at the young man, completely beheading him.
Posture.
Everyone waited and watched, but saw that Qiu Yu didn't seem to care at all, and did not resist or dodge. He just stood upright and let the blade come, as if he had withstood the violent storm with ease. This magnanimity alone was impressive.
Song Yanluo just wanted to scare the other party. After all, he couldn't really kill this kid. Xuan Tie still had to be extracted. Seeing that this guy really didn't hide, he quickly stopped his attack and made the ghost head knife less than half way away from Qiu Yu's neck.
It stopped at a foot.
Even so, the sharp blade also cut off a long strand of Qiu Yu's hair, which was blown away in the wind. There was also a purple mark on the neck. It hurt like a burning fire, but his face was still calm, as if nothing had happened. Maybe this is the so-called