Chapter 78

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

Su Zimo nodded.

Regardless of the final result, he did not come in vain today.

The shaping step may seem simple, but there are many considerations in the shape of what kind of weapon you want to shape, and you must try to use the power of the weapon.

The fourth step is to temper.

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

In this step, the temperature must be well controlled.

Not too high, the temperature is too high, the flying sword will easily melt again.

It can't be too low, the temperature is too low to achieve the effect of tempering, and there is no way to sharpen it.

It is best to burn the artifact to a crimson and transparent state.

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

After a while, the flying sword began to gradually turn red in the refining cauldron, and under the continuous burning of the flame, the sword body was emitting a crystal red light.

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

The jingle sounds kept ringing.

After tempering, it can not only remove more impurities, but also make the sword body more rigid.

Among the six refining steps, this step is the most technical, and each refining master has different tempering techniques.

Su Zimo only relied on brute force to tap the blade little by little.

The old man frowned, Su Zimo's tempering method was too rough, completely indistinguishable from iron-strike in the world.

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

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

Feng Haoyu is the root of wind spirit, condensing a wind hammer, while striking the flying sword, blending in a trace of the aura of the wind attribute, such a flying sword will be tempered and will be more flexible and faster.

While hammering, the sword's edge gradually emerged.

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

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

The exercise is complete!

If it is to cast a pseudo-spirit weapon, directly put the red 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 at first, so why not try to gather spirits!

In the past month, Su Zimo had already tempered dozens of flying swords at the step of gathering spirits, without any success.

To some inner disciples who explained the refining device, gathering spirits had no skills, and it was more like a chance for luck. With good luck, gathering spirits can be successful.

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

After the exercise, Su Zimo did not remove the flying sword from the cauldron, but stared at the aura in the cauldron with piercing eyes.

"Does he want to gather spirits?"

"If this is the success of Gathering Spirit, it will be incredible."

"Hmph, I just wanted to gather spirits just one month after contacting the refining device. I think he doesn't know how high the sky is!"

There was a burst of discussion around, there was exclamation and sarcasm.

Su Zimo abandons all distracting thoughts and calms down. This step requires the refiner to concentrate, and there can be no distractions!

Su Zimo took a deep breath, controlled the aura in the cauldron, and slowly surged towards the red flying sword.

Under the constant squeezing, a faint pattern appeared on the sword, as if there were no traces, it hadn't really formed yet.

"Look, Lingwen!"

"It's really a spirit vein, but it hasn't formed yet."

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

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

If Su Zimo really refines a low-grade spirit weapon, he can only gamble once and try to gather spirits.

However, Feng Haoyu had no bottom in his heart, gathering spirits was too difficult, and he had never succeeded.

The old man squinted his eyes and stared at the Feijian in the cauldron without turning his eyes. A little sweat leaked from his palm, which was even more nervous than Su Zimo.

Snapped!

At this moment, there was a crisp sound from Su Zimo's refining cauldron.

That's it!

Su Zimo secretly cried out bad.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, the flying sword burst, and the fragments hit the refining cauldron, making a noise.

Failed.

It is also expected.

Su Zimo shook his head lightly, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

The old man sighed slightly.

Xue Yi also showed regret at the side.

When Feng Haoyu saw this scene, he finally relaxed.

Su Zimo's flying sword exploded, and Feng Haoyu didn't plan to try to gather spirits, but directly took out the pseudo-spirit tool from the cauldron and put it in the cold water.

Stabbed loudly.

A thick white smoke rose from the basin.

The Feijian was successfully refined, and the chill was overwhelming, and the edge was pressing!

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

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

"The six steps of refining, the level of spiritual fire is not the only one, don't think that you can become a refining master by cultivating a third-level spiritual fire."

Su Zimo followed the prestige, facing the upper wind Haoyu with a defiant look indifferently.

Feng Haoyu said with a faint smile, "Junior Brother Su, you have to be down-to-earth and walk step by step. If you can't walk, you will run up, and it is easy to fall."

Su Zimo frowned slightly.

The two have only seen each other a few times, have never spoken, and have no grievances on weekdays, but for some reason, Feng Haoyu is extremely hostile to him!

Especially today.

"That's right, Master Feng said it well."

"Hehe, if you cultivate a third-level spiritual fire, it's a little floating, it's overwhelming!"

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

"You don't talk weirdly in this yin and yang, go back and cultivate a third-level spirit fire before talking!" Xue Yi couldn't help standing up and sneered.

Many Lingfeng disciples suddenly became speechless, and their faces were difficult to look.

In any case, even if Su Zimo fails to gather spirits, it is a fact that he cultivates a third-level spiritual fire, and among the five peaks, no one can match it!

Feng Haoyu said again: "Junior Brother Su, don't worry about this failure. There will be five peaks at the end of the year. I hope that Junior Brother Su can beat me at that time."

Su Zimo gave Feng Haoyu a faint look, but did not respond.

The old man was watching this scene by the side, but he didn't say anything. As a senior in the sect, he would naturally not take care of the disputes between his disciples.

After a while, the disciple who presided over this assessment raised his voice: "Although all you refine are pseudo-spirit weapons, the flying sword refined by Lingfeng Feng Haoyu is of better quality and faster speed, 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 over Su Zimo, and finally looked at the old man, bowed slightly, and said, "The first adult, please take me to watch the image of the refining tool left by Senior Zongmen."

"Um."

The old man was expressionless and nodded, "You are number one, so naturally you are qualified."

After finishing talking, the old man grabbed Su Zimo's arm and said casually: "Let's go, kid, you also go take a look."

Su Zimo was stunned for a moment.

Feng Haoyu furrowed his brows and said in a deep voice, "Su Zimo failed the refining device, and he was not ranked in the assessment at the end of the month. He was not eligible to watch the video at all. Isn't the first adult doing this right?"

"It's really wrong."

The old man nodded pretentiously, then grinned and said, "But, I'm happy."