Cultivation – Stand above the Heaven Chapter 143: Try it!
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"Wenchuan, your grandson, it's really evil spirits. If Wu Qiujun sees such a scene, I am afraid that he will have to spit blood and die?" Sun Daobai looked at Wan Dong, and his eyes were filled with rewards. What he said was even more Make no secret of the admiration for Wan Dong.
"Go! Don't be noisy, I have to think about it ..." Xu Wenchuan waved at Sun Daobai, then frowned, thinking deeply.
Sun Daobai smiled at Wan Dong and whispered: "It seems that your grandfather's cultivation behavior will break through again."
The realm of Xu Wenchuan was delayed for many years and could not be broken through. The distress in his heart, Sun Daobai is fully aware of it, and he was anxiously secretly. Seeing Xu Wenchuan break through again and again at this time, he is as happy as Xu Wenchuan himself.
Wan Dong nodded with a smile. If "Wind-Riding Secret Art" and "Broken Cloud Strategy" are separated, they can only be regarded as superior martial arts, but if they are combined and interlinked, they will become superior martial arts. With its breakthrough to reach the True Qi tenth, it is not difficult, even condensing True Qi into Dao Qi, changing from Wu to Dao, it is not impossible.
Sun Daobai will also enter the palace to treat the emperor's illness, and will soon leave. Seeing that Xu Wenchuan is still in deep thoughts, Wan Dong simply came to the Xu Family warehouse and took a dozen pieces of blood steel from the warehouse.
Since I learned the skill of casting swords from the memory of Profound Heaven Great Ming God, there is no reason not to try it.
A flame radiating a pale golden glow, slowly covering a piece of blood steel, is like a hot flame, baking a candle, and soon, it gradually melts, turning into a drop of candle tears. The blood-red liquid floated in the air, but did not fall. With the fire of Dao Qi, he jumped up and down.
"The original blood steel can really be melted!"
Wan Dong's mind suddenly revived, and his expression was overjoyed.
In the understanding of Wan Dong, the shape of blood steel is constant, and there is no power in the world to change it, at least not yet. When the swordsmith uses it to cast the sword, he can only use the fiery fire to extract its internal Heaven and Earth Essence Qi, but it cannot melt it. When the Heaven and Earth Essence Qi contained in it is completely consumed, the blood steel will fade to a white-grey color, but it is still as hard as before, the sword is hard to break, and the original shape is always maintained. And even the shape of Blood Steel can't be changed, so why talk about using its sword?
The magic weapons that contain blood steel under the sky are only condensed Heaven and Earth Essence Qi that escapes from the blood steel, but it is not really a fusion of blood steel. And a sword cast purely from blood steel, people even dare not think about it.
When a whole piece of blood steel tile melted into blood-colored molten steel, Wan Dong couldn't help but take a long breath and concentrate on controlling the fire of Dao Qi with his mind, leading to the blood-colored molten steel slowly condensing into a short sword shape.
There is no way, just a piece of blood steel. The blood-melted molten steel is too little to be condensed into a long sword, even a short sword, but it is only slightly longer than the ordinary dagger.
As soon as he saw the blood, he condensed into the shape he wanted according to the idea of Wan Dong. Suddenly, a severe pain came from Wan Dong's chest and abdomen. On the ground.
The fire of Dao Qi instantly disappeared. The half-successed "Blood Steel Short Sword" immediately lost control and fell to the ground, and soon re-condensed into pieces of blood steel of different sizes.
Looking at all this, Wan Dong's heart is full of helplessness. The number of Dao Qi in his body is still too small to support him casting a magic soldier made purely of blood steel, even if it is only a short sword.
Helpless, but Wan Dong is not in a hurry. Dao Qi needs to be accumulated slowly. One day, he can cast success, but the speed is not enough. Wan Dong has already realized it thoroughly.
Crossed knees restored Dao Qi, Wan Dong started another idea. Since blood steel is used to cast the magic soldier, it is difficult to achieve with his skill, what about those ordinary materials?
According to the description of sword casting, the process of casting a sword is a process of removing impurities as much as possible. The less impurities remaining in the material that made the sword, the tougher and sharper the sword, and the higher the grade.
In other words, if you use the fire of Dao Qi to temper those long swords of ordinary materials, will you also create first-class magic soldiers?
Wan Dong immediately found more than ten ordinary long swords, which can only be regarded as sharp, but they have nothing to do with the sword and the magical soldier. On the street outside, they are sold everywhere. Twelve gold can buy a bunch of them.
If it is said that Wan Dong uses the fire of Dao Qi to deal with blood steel, it is like burning fire wax