110 Recasting The War Blade [II]
“What about this one?”
Finally, he found a magic weapon formula that he could refine now. It was also the only magic weapon formula that he could refine. The only material was not too different.
A total of five materials were needed, and four of them were quickly found in the ring. The quality of the magic weapon reached the top-grade treasure level, which was three levels higher than the garbage magic weapon used by the group of stupid masters killed by Xiang Kuang.
A first-grade treasure couldn’t compare to a top-grade treasure, just like a small blade was to a broadsword. They were not on the sa level. In this world where the rules of heaven and earth were extrely binding, even the noble family lineage like Huangfu Ziyan, the magic weapon used was only a high-quality treasure.
Of course, this also had sothing to do with his own strength. Before reaching the Golden Core Stage, he could only control high-grade treasures at most.
In other words, with Chen Han’s current cultivation level, he could refine first-grade spiritual tools, but unfortunately he had just entered the early stage of Jindan, and even if he had refined first-grade spiritual tools, he couldn’t control it.
In addition, the materials that Duanmu Ting gave him did not contain any natural treasures for refining spiritual tools, and even the magic weapon used by Duanmu Ting was only a first-grade spiritual tool. There was no way, there was no material of the corresponding level, even if he was a master craftsman. It was difficult for a clever woman to make bread without flour.
“Shen Bi Xuanwu...”
Chen Han rummaged through the storage ring with his spiritual sense, but couldn’t find the fifth material, so he couldn’t help but cursed in a low voice: “Mom, what kind of bird world was this? Even the material for a top-quality treasure, he couldn’t get it all together. The last one. Shen Bi Xuanwu, it’s slightly cold to start with, it’s regenerating fine gold, the color is black, and there are subtle dark green lines hidden...”
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Reciting the description of Shen Bixuanwu in the Huangji Forging Artifact, he suddenly felt a little familiar, but couldn’t rember where he had seen it.
Suddenly, his eyes fell on the flowing cloud sword under the pillow, he suddenly woke up from his deep thought, pulled out the sword, and his face showed frantic excitent: “Grandma, this thing was made by Shen Bixuanwu, but it was not made by a cultivator. The material is single, but I don’t understand the refining thod, and the power is not comparable to the low-quality treasures. However, the essence is there, so those bastards’ garbage flying swords couldn’t be broken at all.
It took a long ti for his excitent to calm down. He sat quietly on the floor, the five elents of profound energy without the slightest aggressiveness, overflowed along his palms, interweaving into handprints that had never been displayed before.
At the center of the four activated organs, a trace of the Five Elents energy separated, slowly floated out from his palm, and rged into the handprints divided into four colors.
With gentle strength, he slowly lifted the flowing cloud sword, and there were four other materials, all of which were suspended in the void in front of him under the action of the magical handprint.
As his hands intertwined faster and faster, more and more colorful handprints were issued, and the flowing cloud sword and the four materials were wrapped by a magical talisman seal. The four flas of different colors fused together to emit a scorching high temperature. Except for the thumb-sized gem on the handle of the blade being taken out, the blade’s body and the other four materials gradually softened.
After about ten minutes, the release of a large number of handprints exhausted Chen Han’s ntal energy, and fine beads of sweat ooze out from his forehead.
Snapped...
The battle blade and the material completely turned into liquid, forming five liquid spheres of different colors, and little bits of sparks shot out from the inside, which were impurities contained in the material.
The Emperor’s Forging Artifact did not consu a lot of profound energy, and it mainly consud ntal power. Chen Han’s thod of trying to forge for the first ti was inevitably unfamiliar, and his ntal power has caused a great waste of ti.
Fortunately, in the late stage of his heartbeat, he had the soul power of a cultivator in the early stage of Jindan. Now he had advanced to the early stage of Jindan, and had crossed the hurdle with the largest gap in the ninth order of cultivation. The strength of his mind was stronger than that of ordinary middle-stage cultivators, a bit.
From slting materials to quenching impurities, the required fingerprints were greatly reduced, as long as this process was maintained, Chen Han finally has a chance to rest.
An hour later, the liquid mass lted by the four materials shrunk by a factor of two, and the liquid mass lted by the Flowing Cloud War Saber, which had been forged and quenched with so impurities, was less than half of its original volu. The primary procedure for quenching impurities was finally over, or in other words, with his current strength, he could only quench to this extent, which did not an that there were really no impurities in the material.
After he took a deep breath, his output of profound energy suddenly increased by more than ten tis, and one hundred and eighty handprints overflowing with rays of light were printed in a row.
The real fire in the four major organs spurted frantically, and it was consud almost instantly.
Under the action of the mudra, all the liquid groups blended and mixed in a magical way, and then burned through the Five Elents Spiritual Fla, and more impurities splashed around imdiately.
Originally, the last step of shaping did not require that much effort at all, but he knew that the previous techniques were unfamiliar, and the quality of the refined magic weapons might be reduced, and this thod could only be used to temporarily redy.
It seems that countless small hands were constantly pulling the mixed liquid mass, which was the effect of shaping the handprint, but within a few breaths, the shape imagined by Chen Han’s spiritual sense has been ford.
Puff.
A large mouthful of pale golden primordial blood spurted out and sprinkled on the radiant sword.
In order to prevent the quality of the magic weapon from declining as much as possible due to the unfamiliar technique, he really tried his best. Who has ever seen the refining magic weapon quenched with the original effort?
With such a big mouthful of hard work, it would take a few months for any cultivator in the early stage of Jindan to drop his cultivation base, and only the powerful body of the emperor who cultivated the emperor’s extre shaking of the sky could withstand his almost prodigal waste.
With his physical strength and resilience, these original efforts could be made up in a week at most.
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