Commanding Wind and Cloud

People didn't realize until the end of the auction that the really useful things in today's auction conference, except for the items bought by Li De York at the beginning, were basically searched by Qi Jin alone.

"Lord City Master Li De..." Lei Guang Sunyue blocked the way Li De York left with a smile on his face, and beside him was the gloomy Shusdak.

Seeing this scene, Qian Jin shook his head slightly. Now these three people finally have the chance to redistribute the mental shock potion, but it is too late now, and it may not be easy to talk about it, right?

"I heard that Yueyue is also a double cultivator of magic and martial arts?" Li Deyock turned his gaze to Xiusdake with a smile: "I heard that the son of the vice president has been trapped in the third-level mental barrier for a year?"

At this moment, both Lei Guang Riyue and Shusdake's expressions became more gloomy. The most feared thing in the negotiation is that someone would get their cards out of the way, and they would fall into a very passive state.

Qian Jin smiled weakly when he heard Li Deyock's words. The leaders of these two forces may be in trouble next time.

When Lei Guang Riyue and Xiusdak saw the enthusiasm walking by, the smiles on their faces, the nameless fire in their chests that had nowhere to vent immediately found their target, that's right!

Xiusdak remembered how his motivation had been destroyed when he wanted to hug that little beauty Luo Qingqing, and his anger boiled in his chest.

Lei Guang Riyue thought of his son, Lei Wei could only lie on the bed and moan, unable to do anything, and even more furious.

He couldn't care less about feeling the anger of the two powerhouses, his mind was full of how to make blood beads and forge that soul weapon.

"I'm afraid I need to practice more, and try to increase the success rate a little bit." Motivated to sit on the carriage, thinking about going back, and getting familiar with the endless world first, whether it is the forging of soul soldiers, the production of blood, or the inscriptions on the blood beads, I am not 100% sure of any of them, or I am not more than 20% sure of any of them.

"I said, Fabredis, what exactly do you want to do?" Sitting on the carriage, Mugui Wuxin finally asked the doubts that he had pent up in his heart for a long time.

Fabredis kept his eyes on the energy for a moment, for fear that the energy would suddenly disappear out of thin air, and the fighting spirit in his body reached the most tense state of alert. If anyone dared to attack the energy at this time, the Tianlu sword would chop the opponent into minced meat, and even a brittle bone could not be found.

Enthusiasm returned to the room safely, and went directly to his own room in silence, closed the doors and windows and went directly into the endless world to make the final preparations for forging soul soldiers.

This is not only for Fabredis, but also for himself! If there is a chance to become a saint in the future, then one more experience in making soul soldiers will increase the possibility of successfully forging new soul soldiers.

Fabredis held the Tianlu sword and moved the bed directly to the door of Qijin's room, eating, drinking and sleeping were all right in front of Qijin's door.

Three days passed, and the people from Lei's family finally sent the time for the duel, and walked out of the room energetically, and heard the answer that the duel time was set in one month's time.

a month? After thinking about it vigorously, I am afraid that Li Deyoke and the Lei family have reached an agreement, and that agreement will not be implemented until a month later, and Lei Yueyue will be able to get the mental impact potion. It seems that the Lei family has suffered a lot for this bottle of potion this time.

"Boy, can we start?"

Compared with his energetic face, Fabredis has become haggard in the past three days, and he has added a lot of gray hair to his temples.

Energized, he said softly, "I'll try it, prepare me a yard where no one will bother me, and then prepare enough coal for the stove to burn for a month, and a hundred different types of hammers, all of them! Be sure to have all of them! And..."

In the afternoon, Jin Jin walked into the yard full of forging tools, except for Fabredis and various tools equipped with mysterious potions, nearly a thousand knives carved with inscriptions, as well as Duan Feng Bu Er, Fen Tu Kuang Song and Chekfleet, there was nothing else.

Inscription! Motivatedly picked up a knife, carefully tried to carve a magic circle on a piece of metal, and it was completed very quickly.

"It feels good." Ke Jin took out the metal for engraving inscriptions that Fabredis bought with money before leaving Oakland, and threw it directly into the stove.

On the second day, he pinched out the metal that was completely reddened and absorbed a lot of firepower, raised the hammer and smashed it heavily, a series of glaring metal sparks, like gorgeous magic, scattered and splashed under the heavy hammer a few times, and Fabredis felt his heart, as if the heavy hammer fell, was also severely smashed.

Five days have passed, besides eating and sleeping, Qi Jin has been making the shell of the blood bead non-stop. The engraving of the inscriptions on two occasions even exploded directly.

It only took one day for the Balrog's blood, and four explosions were used as the price to prepare it. Fabresi felt that his heart was about to be blown to pieces while watching, how could he be making soul soldiers? This is simply playing with one's life!

What Fabredis couldn't understand the most was the energetic expression, so focused! No, it should be said that I was immersed in it, as if I got countless happiness from it!

hapiness! I never imagined that I would find happiness in such a situation. No matter what kind of potion or inscription, it requires amazing control, and at the same time, there are various skills to build. This is not only an assessment of my professional skills, but it can also be used to train fighting spirit.

Pieces of rare metals were taken out of Fabredis's fighting world, and then all of them were thrown into the furnace. Fabredis felt as if his heart had been thrown into the furnace.

There is also a layer of dignity on the energetic face, this is the last and most critical step! Absolutely can't go wrong! Whether it is inscriptions or blood, there are spare parts during the production process, and you can start over from scratch when it is finished.

There is only one main material for the Soul Soldier! If there is a mistake in the production, it is really completely over. Fabredis wonders if he will have the courage to live long enough to collect the next batch of materials.

The flames burned the metal for two whole days, and Qi Jin and Fabredis took turns doing one thing these two days, pulling the bellows! Raise the flames as high as you can!

Looking at the metal that was almost about to emit flames, he took a deep breath vigorously. The iron breathing method sucked the heat of the flames in the furnace into the body, and then guided it along the arm into the hammer in his hand.

In the past, countless sparks would always splash out of the metal when forging, but today's forging did not produce any sparks. The moment the big hammer hit the metal, Jin Jin even felt the suction force of the hammer in his hand. It gathered all the metal sparks that should have bloomed together, and smashed them back into the metal.

Fabredis was dumbfounded, what kind of forging technique is this? Unexpectedly, with such a heavy blow, not a single spark flew out of the metal.

The first hammer, a success! Cheers in the heart of enthusiasm, dare not do any mental relaxation, a hammer! Hammer! Hammer! When the big hammer was forged to the hundredth time, it suddenly shattered and split. It could not withstand such an impact, nor could it continue to gather the sparks that were supposed to fly out.

"Change the hammer!" Gan Jin took the second big hammer from Fabredis, and when he swung the hammer again, he really knew what a rare and good tool the hammer in Uncle Black's hand was! No matter how I hit it, or what kind of metal I hit, I never saw any problems with the hammer.

Could it be that that thing is still an artifact? Motivated to take back his wild thoughts, and started to forge the metal in front of him again.

Forging, beginning to take shape... Motivation is constantly forging the metal given by Fabredis every day except for sleeping and eating. In the past, forging would only sweat after a long, long time, but now it only needs to hit a hammer, and it will immediately sweat profusely.

The consumption of mental energy, the control of strength and fighting spirit, and the selection of angles cannot tolerate any mistakes.

Sledgehammer, middle hammer, small hammer... Different hammers strike different positions of the weapon.

For eighteen days, Gan Jin took the tongs and pulled out the Zhantian Sword from the stove bit by bit. Fabredis Tianlujian drew a blood groove in the palm of his hand.

laugh! The long sword entered the bucket, and the cool water suddenly turned into boiling hot water. Changjian changed ten buckets of cool water in a row, and finally it stopped boiling like it did at first.

"It's done..."

His enthusiasm relaxed, and he sat on the ground weakly, looking at the weapon in front of him with countless emotions in his heart. He really didn't expect that it would take nearly a month to forge a soul weapon.

What's more unexpected, because of this month's full-scale forging, the fighting energy was reborn under the constant exhaustion, and it even reached World War II, with a full 15,000 revolutions of fighting energy!

"Let's go ahead." Fabredis walked up to Liu Yunshi with strength: "This is the last process."

"Yes!" Motivatedly looking at the Zhantian Sword in his hand, it will probably take a whole day to start this time, and his own front washing technique will take a day. If you change to a forging master who can't wash fronts, it may take ten days and a half months to complete the front, right?

The next day, the sun rose again, and suddenly a flash of lightning shot straight into the sky in the courtyard. Fabredis, who was sleeping, squinted his eyes and stared at the long sword in Qian Jin's hand, as if afraid of being stabbed by the cold light reflected by the blade.