Chapter 78

The poor old man comforted: "These are all small mistakes, just pay attention in the future, don't be discouraged."

Su Zimo nodded.

Regardless of the final result, he didn't come in vain today.

The shaping step seems to be simple, but there are many considerations in the shape of what kind of spiritual tool you want to shape. You must try to use the power of the weapon as much as possible.

The fourth step, exercise.

The shaped flying sword was suspended in the refining cauldron, and Su Zimo re-released the third-level spirit fire and began to heat.

In this step, the temperature must be well controlled.

It can't be too high, the temperature is too high, and the flying sword is easy to melt again.

It can't be too low, the temperature is too low, it can't achieve the effect of tempering, and it can't be sharpened.

It is best to burn the spiritual tool until it is red and transparent.

In the past month, Su Zimo has failed countless times just by tempering this step.

After half a sound, the flying sword began to gradually turn red in the refining cauldron. Under the continuous burning of the flame, the sword body exuded a crystal red light.

Su Zimo controlled it, placed the flying sword flat on the bottom of the tripod, transformed into a hammer with spiritual energy, and began to beat and temper it.

The clanging sound kept ringing.

After tempering, it can not only remove more impurities, but also make the blade harder.

Among the six steps of refining, this step has the highest skill, and each refining master has different tempering techniques.

Su Zimo just relied on brute force to tap the blade a little bit.

The bad old man frowned, Su Zimo's tempering technique was too rough, and it was no different from the iron in the world.

At the same time, Feng Haoyu also began to temper the flying sword.

Unlike Su Zimo, Feng Haoyu's method of tempering his flying sword is much more clever.

Feng Haoyu is the root of the wind spirit, condensing a wind hammer, while beating the flying sword, it incorporates a touch of wind attribute aura, such a flying sword will be more flexible and faster when tempered.

While hammering, the blade of the sword gradually revealed.

Feng Haoyu's tempering technique is obviously very skilled and faster, and has already caught up with Su Zimo faintly.

After a stick of incense, Su Zimo let out a long breath.

The exercise is complete!

If it is to cast a pseudo-spiritual weapon, directly put the red-burning flying sword into cold water and quench it for one step.

But at this time, Su Zimo's heart moved.

Since this flying sword has a hilt, it is not perfect, so why not try spirit gathering!

In the past month, Su Zimo has forged dozens of flying swords in the process of gathering spirits, without any success.

In the mouths of some inner sect disciples who explained the artifact refining, there is no skill in gathering spirits, it is more like luck, if you are lucky, you can gather spirits successfully.

Of course, this is on the premise that the first four steps are not too problematic.

After tempering, Su Zimo did not remove the flying sword from the refining cauldron, but stared at the spiritual energy inside the cauldron.

"Does he want to gather spirits?"

"If this is a successful gathering of spirits, it will be incredible."

"Hmph, just a month after contacting the refining tool, he was delusional about gathering spirits. I think he doesn't know how high the sky is!"

There was a burst of discussion around, with amazement and sarcasm.

Su Zimo abandoned all distracting thoughts and calmed down. This step requires the refiner to concentrate and not be distracted!

Su Zimo took a deep breath, controlled the spiritual energy in the cauldron, and slowly rushed towards the crimson flying sword.

Under the constant squeezing, a pattern faintly appeared on the sword body, which was indistinct and not really formed.

"Look, spirit pattern!"

"It's really a spirit pattern, but it hasn't taken shape yet."

"Could he really cast a low-grade flying sword?"

At this time, Feng Haoyu had just finished training. Hearing the discussion in the crowd, his heart sank, and he turned his eyes slightly and looked at Su Zimo.

If Su Zimo really made a low-grade spirit weapon, he could only bet once and try to gather spirits.

However, Feng Haoyu had no idea in his heart, it was too difficult to gather spirits, and he never succeeded.

The old man narrowed his eyes and stared at the flying sword in the cauldron, with a little sweat oozing out of his palm, he was even more nervous than Su Zimo.

Snapped!

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from Su Zimo's Refining Cauldron.

Done!

Su Zimo secretly exclaimed that it was not good.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the flying sword exploded, and the fragments hit the refining tripod, making a sound.

Failed.

Also expected.

Su Zimo shook his head lightly and laughed at himself.

The bad old man sighed slightly.

Xue Yi also showed regret at the side.

Feng Haoyu finally felt relieved when he saw this scene.

Su Zimo's flying sword burst, Feng Haoyu did not intend to try to gather spirits, but directly took out the pseudo-spiritual tool in the cauldron and put it into cold water.

A stab.

A thick plume of white smoke rose from the basin.

The Feijian was successfully refined, the cold air was exposed, and the sharp edge was threatening!

Feng Haoyu put the flying sword on the table in front of him, waiting for the final evaluation.

Just as Su Zimo put away the refining cauldron, he heard a voice in the hall.

"Six steps of refining, the level of spirit fire is not the only one. Don't think that if you cultivate a third-level spirit fire, you can become a refining master."

Su Zimo followed the prestige and looked at Shang Feng Haoyu with an indifferent and provocative gaze.

Feng Haoyu said with a smile but not a smile: "Junior Brother Su, the road must be down-to-earth and walk step by step. If you can't walk, you will run, and it will be easy to fall."

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

The two have only met a few times, never spoken, and usually have no grudges, but for some reason, Feng Haoyu is very hostile to him!

Especially today.

"That's right, Junior Brother Feng said it well."

"Haha, after practicing the third-level spirit fire, it's a little floating, that's called over-comprehension!"

The people who spoke were not from Qifeng, but the disciples from Lingfeng who came to participate in the assessment. Naturally, these people would not miss the opportunity to suppress Su Zimo and please Feng Haoyu.

"You guys don't talk like yin and yang, go back and cultivate the third-level spirit fire first!" Xue Yi couldn't help but stand up and sneered.

Many Lingfeng disciples were at a loss for words, and their faces were ugly.

In any case, even if Su Zimo failed to gather his spirits, it was a fact that he cultivated a third-level spirit fire. Among the five peaks, no one could match it!

Feng Haoyu said again: "Junior Brother Su, don't take this failure to heart. At the end of the year, there will be five peaks to compete with. I hope that Junior Brother Su can beat me at that time."

Su Zimo glanced at Feng Haoyu lightly, but did not respond.

The old man was watching this scene from the side, but he never said a word. As a senior of the sect, he naturally wouldn't care much about the quarrels and disputes between the disciples.

After a while, the disciple who presided over the assessment raised his voice: "Although all of you have refined pseudo-spiritual weapons, the flying sword refined by Lingfeng Feng Haoyu is of better quality and faster, so this time The first place in the assessment at the end of the month is Feng Haoyu."

Many Lingfeng disciples cheered.

Feng Haoyu smiled slightly, glanced at Su Zimo, and finally looked at the bad old man, bowed slightly, and said, "Master Chief, please take me to watch the image of the refining tool left by the seniors of the sect."

"Um."

The old man was expressionless, nodded and said, "You are the first, so you are naturally qualified."

After finishing speaking, the old man grabbed Su Zimo's arm and said casually, "Let's go, boy, you can go and see too."

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment.

Feng Haoyu frowned, and said solemnly: "Su Zimo failed in the refining, and there is no ranking in the assessment at the end of the month, and he is not qualified to watch the video at all. Is it wrong for the first adult to do this?"

"It's really not right."

The old man nodded earnestly, and then grinned, "However, I'm happy."