The fine gold of stars rolled over, and a faint pattern slowly appeared on the sword, like a pattern composed of starlight; after rolling the pattern once, the size was reduced by half.
Feng Zhiling collected the star fine gold, took out the gorgeous fine gold, and once again coated the formation pattern with a layer of fine gold as before.
Finally, the flying sword was burned red by the purple sky fire, and the star fine gold and ordinary fine gold gradually merged into the interior of the sword body, leaving only faint formation patterns.
Feng Zhiling controlled the flying sword to continue calcining with one hand, and opened an iron bucket made of dark iron with the other hand. Several dragon hearts and dragon beads were actually placed in the iron bucket.
Feng Zhiling used his flying sword and quickly crushed the dragon's heart and dragon ball into pieces. The purple-red dragon's heart blood mixed with the brilliance of the dragon ball, like a rainbow being kneaded together.
He let out a long roar, and the calcined red-hot flying sword sank into the iron barrel. A stabbing sound was heard, a sheet of black smoke rose up, and an unpleasant smell spread in the secret room.
After about five or six seconds, Feng Zhiling suddenly took out the flying sword. At this time, the tip of the flying sword's blade had cooled down, but the spine of the sword was still red and hot.
Feng Zhiling waited for a while until the spine of the sword turned dark red, then inserted the flying sword into the bucket again. This time it cooled completely before taking the flying sword out.
At this time, the flying sword is ugly, with a layer of black dirt attached to the surface.
Feng Zhiling took out a strange 'golden handkerchief' and gently wiped the sword body with the handkerchief. The dirt fell off one after another, and a sword with cold light appeared in front of Zhang Hao.
There are dots of stars on the sword, there are faint lines, there is also a faint treasure light and a cold light. This is a perfect work of art!
Feng Zhiling checked it over and smiled with satisfaction. "Junior brother, congratulations, the flying sword has reached the quality of a spiritual weapon. It is just a little short of spirituality. It needs a long time to cultivate."
Zhang Hao was overjoyed, and suddenly felt a little guilty in his heart - only after he had truly seen the process of refining the weapon did he understand the difficulty of refining the weapon, and only then did he know how much preparation Feng Zhiling had made during this period of time.
but……
I heard Feng Zhiling say leisurely: "With my junior brother's flying sword training, I can refine a better flying sword for myself. Hurry up and prepare a kilogram of 99.9% black iron for me!"
Zhang Hao:...Give me back my guilt!
Feng Zhiling threw it gently, and Zhang Hao took the flying sword. As soon as he touched it, he could clearly feel the difference. The true energy in his body was automatically injected into the flying sword, and three inches of sword light appeared directly from the tip of the sword, faintly showing something.
The feeling of not being urged.
The blade of the sword is cold, and the light blue blade reflects his face, which is as clear and clear as autumn water.
"What a sword!"
Feng Zhiling nodded and took out a jade slip: "This is the process of refining the flying sword. You can refine it here and I will protect you."
Zhang Hao took the jade slip, but before he could check it, he heard Feng Zhiling talking nonsense again: "Junior brother, I really didn't expect you to stay next to Zixiao Tianhuo until now. Many people in the golden elixir stage have done this.
It’s not here yet.”
"Ah...what does this mean?"
Feng Zhiling continued: "This shows two things. First, you have a strong foundation; second, you have a tough mind.
In the sect, there is a way to test the qualifications, foundation, and character of the disciples, which is to sit quietly next to the Zixiao Sky Fire. Those who can persist for a moment are considered excellent. Haha..."
In other words, you did it deliberately! Zhang Hao had the urge to roll his eyes.
Looking down at the jade slip, Zhang Hao began to refine the flying sword. First, he dropped a drop of blood essence on the hilt of the sword. Losing a drop of blood essence made Zhang Hao feel weak and dizzy.
It is said that ordinary people only have three drops of essence and blood, and the foundation building period is not long. Although it is impossible to determine whether this statement is true or false, it is at least certain that essence and blood are really precious.
After bleeding, use the essence and blood as a medium to link your own aura with the flying sword's aura, then practice the 'Hidden Sword Technique', repeatedly refine it with true essence, and nourish the flying sword.
In the haze, Zhang Hao had an illusion - he seemed to have a third hand; the flying sword seemed to have become a part of his body.
With a thought, Feijian began to shrink; but it only shrank by less than half, and it could no longer continue; a feeling of powerlessness lingered in his chest.
"Don't worry." Feng Zhiling said, "You can't make a fat man with just one bite. Besides, your flying sword has reached the quality of a spiritual weapon, so refining it will be extremely difficult. However, once the refining is successful, you may be qualified to tease ordinary gold.
Danqi!”
"real?"
"Really! But it's up to you whether you can run away or not; in front of Jindanqi, I'm afraid you won't even have time to activate the teleportation talisman."
"..."
Feng Zhiling laughed proudly.
Zhang Hao felt a little dizzy and couldn't help but rub his eyebrows.
Suddenly I felt the tip of my nose was cold and tingling, and suddenly I saw the tip of the sword touching the tip of my nose, swaying slightly, as if it was coming to rub the tip of my eyebrow (tip of my nose).
Zhang Hao screamed in fright.
"Oh, junior brother, didn't I remind you? This is the quality of a spiritual weapon. You should be careful."
Zhang Hao:......
Now feeling dizzy, Zhang Hao could only find a scabbard and temporarily hang the flying sword on his waist before leaving the secret room; there were still many things waiting for Zhang Hao to deal with.
The news he got from the prisoners frightened Zhang Hao. People said it was 'going from bad to worse', but now the country of Qixia was 'taking a sharp turn for the worse'.
The war at the front was unfavorable, the treasury at the rear was empty, the officialdom was in turmoil, and the Eastern trade routes were cut off. Not to mention others, even Zhang Hao had lost confidence in this country.
Fortunately, the Zhang family's production has not been affected, and Xuantie has now resumed its production rate of 300 tons per day. The 1,500 tons of Xuantie have already been prepared and are just waiting for the city lord to transport them.
In the afternoon, Zhang Hao and Zhou Jue returned to the county town together. Zhang Hao went straight to the Black Iron Guild, while Zhou Jue went straight to the Weapon Refining Guild.
When Zhang Hao came to Xuantie Guild, everyone was gathering in groups to discuss:
"I don't know why this city lord is crazy, but he is crazy about purchasing pills. Now the price of Peiyuan Pill on the market has increased to 50 spirit stones. Peiyuan Pill seems to be more expensive than Foundation Establishment Pill."
Someone else said: "Did something happen that we don't know about? People are panicking now. Someone just said, 'When a country is about to perish, there will be monsters.' Now isn't it true that monsters are everywhere?"
Someone else said: "Could it be that the army from the East is coming? Deacon Zhang, have you got any news?"
…
Zhang Hao forced out a smile, pushed aside everyone, and went straight to the hall.
Father hasn't come over yet, only Zhou Bo is sitting in the vice chairman's seat with a frown on his face.
Seeing Zhang Hao coming, Zhou Bo's eyes suddenly lit up, he stood up and pulled Zhang Hao to sit down, and asked in a low voice: "Zhang Hao, was the Zhang family attacked last night?"
Zhang Hao glanced at Zhou Bo in surprise. Regarding what happened last night, both the Zhang family and the city lord's palace were blocking the news. Zhou Bo was very sensitive to news this week!
Although he knew that various families had informants in the city lord's palace, Zhang Hao was still surprised that the information was so well-informed. At the same time, he also had to consider-whether there were other people's informants within his own family?
Zhou Bo looked at Zhang Hao's eyes and asked again: "What's the loss?"
When asked this question, Zhou Bo sounded very anxious. Obviously, he already knew some information.
Zhang Hao sighed: "Give me 60% of the mass production method of black iron, as well as the complete water forging technique."
Zhou Bo slumped down in his chair after hearing this, "In other words, the advantage of the Black Iron Guild will no longer exist!"
Zhang Hao heard this, but shook his head: "No, we still have an advantage. That is to build a factory and adopt mechanized production!
Zhou Bo suddenly sat upright and looked at Zhang Hao with a burning gaze. There was a kind of scrutiny, suspicion, and vigilance in his eyes!