The Pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation Chapter 352: Refiner! (Next)

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The so-called hard work is not just a thousand blows instantly, but the more the better.

Because only in this way can the metal become more solid and tougher.

At this moment, in Chen Fan's eyes, the long sword changes little by little. From the very beginning, it has some thickness, and gradually becomes as thin as a cicada's wings.

Although it is so thin, the toughness has gone up several levels.

Even in one swing of the round hammer, the venom of the skeleton python was smashed into the long sword.

Nowadays, the long sword is almost sealed by blood. You only need to make a small hole in your body to worry about your life.

At this moment, the long sword has basically taken shape, but the last thing is still missing.

"Clear water without roots!"

Huo Chongtian's voice fell, Chen Fan immediately handed a porcelain bottle to the opponent's hand, and then Huo Chongtian didn't even look at it. While continuing to work, he poured rootless water onto the long sword.

If the skull python venom represents death, then clear water without roots is vitality.

Injecting vitality into death is an endless cycle. This is the clever way of refining tools.

Otherwise, death alone will only hurt others and ourselves, and there will be no benefit in the long-term development.

So in terms of the three refining materials needed by Huo Chongtian, nothing comes from nowhere, everything is just the right thing.

In this way, during this continuous swinging of the round hammer, the long sword belonging to Chen Fan gradually took shape.

The whole body is black, with a thin gold thread running through it, about **** wide and about one meter long, which can fit Chen Fan's height without any lag.

At this point, the hard work is over, and Chen Fan's weapon finally takes shape.

Huo Chongtian swallowed the pill again, took out a hilt made of black spar from the storage bag, and placed it on the long sword.

After that, without saying anything, he picked up the long sword in one hand, grabbed Chen Fan's palm in the other, and made a big cut directly.

For an instant, Chen Fan's palm was dripping with blood.

"Take a bowl, don't waste it."

Huo Chongtian hurriedly spoke. Although Chen Fan didn't understand what this was for, he could only do as he said, and put all the blood in his hand into a small bowl.

After that, Huo Chongtian sat on the ground like this, stretched out his fingers with Chen Fan's blood, and began to draw all kinds of mysterious inscriptions on the long sword.

The long sword has been refined more than half, and its toughness has reached an astonishing level, but even so, it is still a mortal thing, not a spiritual treasure.

Only after drawing the inscription, can it be regarded as a real spiritual treasure, with power that is unimaginable by ordinary people.

And this is also the last step of refining!

Of course, not all weapons can be directly used to draw inscriptions. After all, the quality of these weapons is extremely demanding, which is not comparable to ordinary soldiers on the roadside.

In this way, Huo Chongtian began to draw inscriptions silently, and at the same time, there was a sudden change in the weather outside.

The weather was clear and cloudless, but in a short period of time, it was covered with clouds, and the sky was even darker, as if it was about to darken.

At the same time, there is a faint flash of electric light in the depths of the dark clouds, and this large cloud is still floating towards the north of the city, where the fire is soaring to the sky.

At this moment, whether it's the inscription on the sky, or Chen Fan who is watching carefully, neither of them knows that the danger is coming.