The Ascension of the Favorite Spirit

Chapter 19 Rare Metals·Blue Gold

Forget it, I have no time to care about you, just ask for your own blessings!

Sikong Wei threw away a half-finished heat-resistant suit, turned around and saw the butcher and Dammuer struggling to support him. He quickly gave up his plan to drive away Lord Yehan and turned around and rushed into the core forging room.

Accelerator! Accelerator! Bring me a bottle of accelerant!

That's right! There are also rust flowers, choose the biggest plant! ...Forget it! I can't care about so many, just bring them all to me!

Tu Long is not young, and he is about the same age as Jiang Yongnian.

When he roared at the top of his throat, the sound was like a loud bell, making people's eardrums buzz.

Sikong Wei responded and ran to the left. After finding the pile of instruments where the target was, he jumped in and rummaged around.

A magical scene happened simultaneously, and all kinds of needles that were originally inserted into his chest flew up.

There is a silk thread tied to the end of them, flying up and down as if they are spiritual.

It only took five or six seconds to reach the shelf on the right. The sharp needles were picked inside, and they flew back together holding a medicine box.

Power... Mysterious Needle!

This is the F-level power of Sewing Master, the only active power.

Its effect is to control flying needles. It can be used to knit clothes when it is serious, and it can be used for sneak attacks when it is not serious. The details depend on whether the master's mind is smart or not.

Sikong Wei was using the Xuan Needle at this time to split his mind into two tasks and obtain the two materials Tu Long wanted at the same time in the shortest possible time.

Give me the accelerant! Throw the rust flowers directly in!

Tu Long shouted loudly and pulled out a big hammer from nowhere, his red face full of enthusiasm.

It was almost! It was almost successful!

“This is one of the secret formulas of the dwarves, and we won’t sell it to anyone!”

I took the finished metal fragment and studied it for three years... I had a hunch that the rare metal blue gold was about to be reproduced by me! I can make stronger and sharper weapons!

Tu Long was dancing with excitement and his expression became more and more crazy.

Just as Sikong Wei threw the rust flower into the forging platform, he jumped ten meters high and easily swung a hammer that was about the same size as his body.

Just a few banging sounds were heard as the hammer hit something hard, and sparks fell to the ground, leaving behind one scorched hole after another.

Kacha——

The accelerant was thrown to the bottom of the forging table, and in an instant, the Torch Monkey and Rocket Frog seemed to have divine help.

Two jets of flame, one thick and one thin, burst out with more dazzling light. The fire was raging and the heat wave was raging. As far as the eye could see, it was like a miniature lava purgatory.

Not good! The texture of the metal has changed! The fusion has stopped!

Tu Long's laughter could not last for a few minutes. With a twitch of his eyebrows, a new round of explosion suddenly occurred in the cauldron.

Visible fragments separated from the main body and hit the cauldron wall. There was a loud bang and a half-meter-long crack was clearly visible.

Butcher, we failed, the furnace is going to explode!

As a fire-attribute magic apprentice, Dunmuir's ability to perceive flames is second only to the weapons master Tulong.

He crossed his arms over his chest, but couldn't stop his shaking body.

Fear scorches the heart like a raging fire, and the mind is filled with thoughts of the earth collapsing, broken limbs and broken arms falling into the sea of ​​fire like a goddess scattering flowers, and what is left behind in the end is nothing more than pieces of black corpses that no one cares about.

Impossible! Why did it lose stability! Which step did the problem occur?!

Tu Long was not frightened by death, and only confusion and further madness flashed in his eyes.

He jumped up again and smashed the hammer down again, trying to force several different substances to complete the fusion through brutal power.

When that loud sound crashed into the world.

Sikong Wei groaned and suddenly fell to the ground. A stream of blood flowed from his mouth, nose and ears, and his energy and energy suddenly fell to the bottom.

As a contracted spirit, the hyena was anxiously running around in circles.

But it has no ability to withstand the flames. A distance of tens of meters is like a natural chasm to it. It can neither advance nor retreat. It can only squeak in horror, desperate and helpless.

……Or not?

This time, Tu Long was dizzy and distracted.

The bright mass reflected in his eyes not only did not merge with each other, but also peeled off.

It was like a meteor hitting the earth, grazing his ears and flying out, instantly creating a huge hole.

Butcher, retreat!

Forging can fail. If people are buried with it, there will be no chance to start over again!

Danmuir spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to persuade him again.

At that time, the Torch Monkey stopped outputting flames, turned around and stood in front of its owner, using its strong body to block possible flying debris.

well……

Tu Long sighed heavily, and his vitality disappeared in his pupils, and his whole person seemed to be ten years older.

But just when he turned around and wanted to use the power of kicking his legs to get out of the most dangerous explosion area.

A black shadow passed by his body, bringing with it a gust of cool wind.

Huh?! Tu Long suddenly paused and stared like bells.

Is this a human figure? How can it be!

I'm stupid! In the flash of lightning, Sikong Wei wanted to crush his eyes to see if he was blind or hallucinating.

They were all running for their lives, and even the butcher stopped showing off and decided to give up on the results he had been studying for so long.

And that person—Jun Han! You haven't left yet? !

What is he going to do? Approaching the forging platform alone... Do you think your life is too long? !

Sikong Wei's lips trembled, he lost the ability to think for a short time, and his head was a mess.

Master Tu, you have made three mistakes that cannot be ignored.

First, the forging platform is not advanced enough and does not provide effective support, which indirectly leads to a linear increase in the difficulty of forging.

Second, the pattern on the Rocket Frog's back is too dim, and it seems that it is over-fatigued. It continued to forge without adequate rest, and the flames it sprayed could not remain stable at all.

A faint voice sounded, obviously without any power amplification, but it fell on everyone's heartstrings, but it was as enthusiastic as the sound of bells and drums.

Sikong Wei's eyes couldn't help but widen, and his mouth opened wide until the dullness filled his cheeks, which could never go away.

Dunmuir, who was hugged by the Torch Monkey and retreated crazily, was shocked when he heard this and also doubted whether he was hearing something.

This voice... Mr. Han?

Instead of retreating, he advanced, approaching the forging platform with a frail body, and even strolling around, still having the energy to express his views?

Is this world too crazy, or is this young man's brain inoperable and a complete lunatic? !

Hey... the analysis makes sense!

Tu Long was about to kick his legs but was stopped.

The confusion and loss briefly subsided, and the color of thinking suddenly appeared, which was somewhat out of place in this burning purgatory.

Third, the key to a serious imbalance in forging is that you are eager for success and buy too many rust flowers.

The rust flower is a spiritual material from heaven and earth that contains rich gold elements. Adding just a little bit of ordinary materials can achieve a stabilizing and strengthening effect.

But it's a pity that what you are about to forge is fusion metal. Being rigid does not mean it is correct. A strong soldier will be destroyed, and a strong wood will be broken. Everything must be in moderation.

Based on these problems, coupled with the possible errors in the early smelting, the final outcome will naturally be an explosion of the furnace.

...That makes sense...maybe that's what it is!

Tu Long's eyes lit up, as if a ray of light dispelled the haze in his heart. The strong excitement stimulated his brain, so that his limbs were shaking violently.

Failure is inevitable, but I see you have Ice Spirit Flower and Redbud Grass here, so you should be able to control some of the damage.

Ye Hanjun had no time to look back, and the movements of his hands were not as calm and measured as the tone of his voice.

He endured the burning sensation as if it was about to be scorched, and pulled out a medicine box from the overturned shelf. He used gravel to cut open the lid and took out a long purple grass inside.

Then, one petal of the Ice Spirit Flower that was discovered earlier has been crushed, and the juice is applied to the neck, forearms, and thighs to form a temporary insulation layer.

The remainder is held in the left hand, paired with redbud grass, the two plants stacked together, and ground again with gravel.

There is no need to grind it into powder, it just needs to be rotten to the point of juice. Ye Hanjun quickly grabbed it, took two steps forward, aimed at the position of the forging tripod, and threw it hard.

puff!

The strength of his arms is not as good as before, and the control of his body is completely gone.

Fortunately, the forging platform is ten meters high, so even if the accuracy is slightly off, the final landing point is correct.

The crushed powder of Ice Spirit Flower and Redbud Grass successfully hit the forged object!

In an instant, clouds and springs surged, and a large amount of water vapor escaped everywhere.

The forging platform, which was expected to explode at any moment, actually cooled down rapidly.

A second ago, the center of his eyebrows was still aching, and his whole body was shrouded in the danger of death.

The next second, his limbs suddenly became light, and his whole body seemed like a drowning person who had just landed on the shore, gasping for breath and in shock.

call--

Ye Hanjun was relieved, and his fatigue could no longer be suppressed. He stumbled back five or six steps, and accidentally bumped into a hot pillar, causing his back to burn and hurt.

Then, my heart cramped, and the blood all over my body suddenly accelerated. My throat felt sweet, and when I raised my neck, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

Cough...cough cough cough...

Fighting the urge to faint, Lord Ye Han lowered his head and looked at the clothes that had been burned into rags. The bright red skin was clearly visible.

This time, there is a bit of suspicion of risking one's life...

If he made a random mistake and failed to suppress the explosion of the furnace, with his current fragile body, he might be in for a disaster.

Forging...stopped?!

Sikong Wei was dumbfounded, as if he had received an electric shock, and his mind was in a state of half-daze.

Danmuir on the other side also looked like he had seen a ghost. He was stuck there like a wooden stick, and his eyes almost popped out.

The Torch Monkey, who was hugging him at the waist, realized that the crisis was solved, and couldn't help but slow down. The fierce momentum was gradually taken over by confusion.

Bingling flower and redbud grass have such a strange effect?!

Tu Long was the most shocked, but also the one who reacted fastest.

After a few dodgers, he rushed in front of Lord Ye Han and knelt down to meet his eyes.

On one side were big copper bell-like eyes, on the other were bloodshot tired pupils, and the surrounding air was passively stagnant.

Tell me, why are the Ice Spirit Flower and Redbud Grass able to produce such an overwhelming cold air?

Also, when strong fire meets strong ice, shouldn't there be a more violent explosion reaction? Why did the forging stop? What is the principle behind this?!