Sima Yan was so scared that he quickly rolled to the other side. Oh my god, it was so dangerous. If the puppet senior just now had a little accuracy, he would have been penetrated by the Chikha Sword with one sword! The weapon refining is too dangerous, I want to go back to my hometown! Sima Yan didn't care about the pain of being thrown just now, so he quickly got up, then pulled up the Chikha Sword, turned around and ran outside.

"Continue to come to me tonight, come to me on time at Youshi, wait a moment, be careful of your dog legs!" Sima Yan heard the sound of the puppet monk like a broken gong. Sima Yan knew that this should be what the master meant. Although he was curious about how the master controlled the puppet instead of speaking, he had no intention of staying to study it now, so it would be better to flash it as soon as possible!

After trotting all the way back to the cave, Sima Yan lay on the bed and then fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already dusk. I slept all day long and was a little hungry. Fortunately, there was water soaked in beads. Otherwise, Sima Yan would starve to death sooner or later!

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die, my life is too irregular! I'm sleeping during the day and working overtime at night. When is this day... what's the end?" Sima Yan took a big mouthful of water, touched his 70-minute full stomach, got up, washed and tidied it up, and then walked towards the outside of the cave.

Although with his current mental state, it is possible that he can sleep all day, he dare not sleep anymore. After all, who can say that the puppet monk will not interrupt his dog legs...

"Ah, yours are the leg, your whole family is the leg!" Sima Yan remembered to refute, but the speed under his feet did not decrease at all. He rushed to the door of Master's cave before You hour, and then he held the wall and started to breathe heavily.

"Are you standing outside waiting for the old man to go out and drag you in? Since you are here, come in and help me!" At this moment, the sinister voice of the master and the gentle guardian came from the cave.

When Sima Yan entered the cave, he saw that the master was holding a spear in one hand, and then he kept slapping the spear with the other hand. There was a layer of silver-gray pattern on the black gun body. It looked like he knew that the spear was very good.

"Don't stand there, hurry up and continue to make fire. After thirty breaths, I will continue to burn this magic weapon!" The Swen guardian did not look at Sima Yan, and his speed in his hand did not decrease, and he ordered lightly.

Well, who made him only have the third level of Qi refining now? It would be better to make a bellows obediently! Sima Yan came to the big stove, skillfully grasped the handle of the bellows, and then started to pull it. With the experience of the previous two days, Sima Yan spent less than ten breaths to stabilize the flames in the stove.

"No, there is progress!" Master seemed to be in a good mood today and actually praised him, but he still didn't look at Sima Yan, and his eyes were fixed on the spear.

"Thank you for your praise!" Sima Yan smiled and pulled the bellows harder, and the flames suddenly became much stronger.

Although the Sven Guardian did not look away, his brows frowned, and then a sinister voice came: "I originally wanted you to pull you back to rest until midnight, but seeing that you are in such a good condition today, you even use so much force to pull an empty bellows. Well... I'll turn on another furnace later!"

"..." Sima Yan suddenly had nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine grass mamas in his heart jumping towards Master Siwen's Protector, and there was still one grass mama left, and his heart was broken!

After thirty breaths, Master Swen flipped his hand and flew straight into the stove. Then as Sima Yan pulled the bellows, the spear slowly turned red. But perhaps because of the magic weapon, even if the spear turned red, the silver-gray pattern on it still did not change at all.

"Increase the firepower! Boy!" Master Swen shouted fiercely, almost scaring Sima Yan, and quickly pulled the bellows hard.

As the flames rose more than two feet higher again, the silver-gray pattern on the spear finally changed a little, and there seemed to be a light layer of liquid flowing on it, slowly gathering from the tail of the gun to the tip of the gun along the pattern. Not long after, the originally reddish tip of the gun turned into a silver-gray color, and the range of this silver-gray layer was constantly expanding, looking extremely strange.

"Drink..." After about one stick of incense, the gentle guardian in front of him shouted violently, then waved his hands repeatedly, and several magic tricks were shot out, imprinted on the spear. A buzzing sound suddenly came from the body of the spear, and at this time, the entire spear tip was wrapped in silver gray. As these magic tricks were shot out, the spear slowly floated up from the large stove, then hanged above the stove, and began to slowly rotate.

"Boy, your fortune is here. Hold this spear and absorb the excess spiritual power on it!" Master Swen saw the spear rise, smiled slightly, and then pointed at Sima Yan.

Sima Yan couldn't help swallowing. The gun body... seems to be red. If he holds it now, is it really okay? Master, if you want to play, I will do it directly. Don't do it... My hands are very tender and cannot withstand such scorching!

As if he saw what Sima Yan was thinking, Master Siwen glared at him and shouted: "Master will still hurt you like a little kid? Hurry up, there are only ten breaths from the time of the furnace to the dissipation of spiritual power. You have passed five breaths!"

Seeing that Master Siwen seemed to have a hint of displeasure in his eyes, the original feeling of the weapon refining master had dissipated most of the time, and the sinister feeling became more and more sinister. Sima Yan couldn't help but tremble, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and then closed his eyes and grabbed the spear.

"Swish..." Sima Yan started to wail. He even smelled a unique scent of burning flesh, and then a hissing sound that made him feel so painful that he subconsciously started to wail.

However, the next second, he was stunned. Although there was a smell of burning flesh and a hissing sound,... it was not as painful as imagined. Instead... there was an indescribable feeling of comfort that made him open his eyes curiously.

"Huh...this...this is..." Sima Yan was shocked to find that the hand he held the spear was covered with a layer of silver gray like the tip of the gun. Although the silver gray was very light, Sima Yan could feel it. His whole hand was full of strength at this time.

Just when Sima Yan was feeling happy, a powerful force suddenly came, directly shaking Sima Yan's hand holding the spear and forcibly shook it away. Then Master Swen's sinister voice came: "Get out, suck it down and the magic weapon that I just forged will be useless!"

Although it was still difficult to accept the master's rough behavior, Sima Yan's sense of joy still prevailed. He waved his right hand with a faint silver-gray layer and could faintly hear the whistling sound like a spear breaking through the air.

"Hehe, this is a good thing. It's a hidden weapon! From today on, I will be Sima Yan invincible with iron hands!" Sima Yan cut off a dead tree with one palm. Looking at the neat cut as if it was cut by a knife, Sima Yan couldn't help but feel even more happy.

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Chapter completed!