Immediately afterwards, a formation formed in Feng Le's hand, and these extremely cold white iron slurry waters floated into the air automatically.

"Brother Lin, this is the most difficult step to set shape. I will add some small formations to the iron needle at the same time. Please don't disturb me." Feng Le said.

"Senior Brother Fengle, don't worry, I promise not to make any noise next to you." Lynch said.

Feng Le nodded, and then his hands kept changing. The extremely cold white iron slurry floating in the air was constantly combined to form a prototype of a thin and weak iron needle.

Lynch secretly praised him. He thought it was no different from the traditional iron thrust, but now, Feng Le is completely controlling it with true energy.

Feng Le's hand changed again, and the iron needle was lengthened. He made a seal with one hand and slapped the lengthened iron needle, and the needle was carved with a formation.

Afterwards, Feng Le kept copying this technique. In less than a while, he had completed dozens of needles.

All this seems simple, but it is a test for the forging's true qi control and mental power. If there is a little mistake, it may destroy the entire forging process.

A trace of sweat had already appeared on Feng Le's forehead.

It seems that he has struggled quite hard in the process.

But Feng Le didn't mean to stop. This process needs to be completed in one go, and there is no room for mistakes or pauses.

The changes in his hand became faster and faster. After these iron needles suspended in the air gradually took shape, they continued to rotate and began to flash a faint white light, which looked very strange. In the end, several iron needles were actually bonded together and completely fused into an iron needle.

Time passed quietly. After a night of forging, when the sun was rising, the extremely cold white iron needle was finally forged.

"Brother Lin, the needle you want has been cured. See if there is any improvement needed." Feng Le soaked the hot iron needle in water and took it out.

I saw that the extremely cold white iron needle was all white and had a cold air, which was no different from the hatchet in their hands.

"Thank you for your hard work!" Lynch took it into his hand, weighed it lightly, and it suddenly sank.

Before, in sea water, the weight felt was not very clear due to buoyancy.

But now, Lynch felt that this extremely cold white iron needle alone was as heavy as some large weapons, and ordinary practitioners could not pick it up at all.

"There is nothing to work hard. I haven't forged a weapon for a long time, so I just want to enjoy my hands." Feng Le wiped his sweat, then drank water and rested.

However, Lynch thought of the previous question and couldn't help but ask: "Brother Fengle, I see you put together a few iron needles before. Why is that?"

"Brother Lin, try to pour your true energy into the iron needle." Feng Le said with a mysterious smile.

Lynch tried to use his true energy, and then he discovered that the extremely cold white iron needle suddenly separated and turned into three.

"This is..." Lynch was stunned.

"This is a little mechanism I have made for you. If you use an iron needle to attack, after throwing it out, it will be divided into three, making others unable to defend against it." Feng Le said.

Lynch couldn't help but lit up. This mechanism can indeed achieve unexpected results.

His bone-breaking needle was divided into three in the air, and his attack power and range would also increase a lot.

"Thank you brother, this way, I will add a lot of strength to me!" Lynch said gratefully.

"It's good that you like it, but I have consumed a lot of true energy this night, and today's mission is probably delayed." Feng Le said.

"Brother Fengle is talking about the task of cutting trees?" Lynch asked.

"Well, the sect leader assigned me a task and had to cut at least one tree every day. If it was not completed, it would affect the progress of the shipbuilding. The sect leader would definitely punish me." Feng Le said.

Lynch smiled and said, "Why let me help you."

"Brother Lin, you helped me cut down trees? That's not good, you are a guest." Feng Le felt a little embarrassed.

"It's nothing. If you were punished by the sect leader because of helping me forging iron needles, then I would be sad." Lynch said.

Feng Le was still a little embarrassed and had a polite relationship with Lynch.

But it took him a little while to recover. When he saw that Lynch really wanted to help him, he did not refuse.

Lynch and Fengle set off and arrived next to the sycamore tree they were about to cut down.

The sycamore tree cut still has certain requirements. It must be a sycamore tree that has grown for more than five thousand years, and the diameter of the stalk must be more than as thick as the hugging of two people.

"Brother Lin, you can use my hatchet to chop. I will sit next to me and recover. When I am in good condition, I will do it if I do." Feng Le threw the hatchet to Lynch.

Lynch took it and felt a sank in his hand.

"You just need to rest, you don't need to be so polite." Lynch said.

"Just don't get tired of you." Feng Le nodded, then stopped talking, and hurriedly meditated next to her and recovered.

Lynch turned his head and looked at the sycamore tree in front of him. His true energy moved to the hatchet and made a buzzing sound.

The day before yesterday, Lin Qi had just discussed the whirlwind sword technique with Feng Le, so he still has a certain understanding of cutting down the sycamore tree.

Lynch shouted softly, and his hand raised his sword and fell.

The trunk of the sycamore tree was cut out directly into a palm-deep cut, and the trunk kept shaking.

"It doesn't seem difficult to cut down this sycamore tree." Lynch said lightly.

He was really a little surprised, why it took Feng Le, a master in the Nascent Soul realm, to cut down a sycamore tree for a day.

Logically speaking, this tree was cut down in at most half an hour.

Just as Lynch was about to drop the second knife, he found that the sycamore tree shook suddenly, causing his knife to fall elsewhere, and did not fall into the incision of the first knife.

"What's going on?" Lynch was stunned for a moment.

If he had read it correctly just now, the sycamore tree was shaking and used other places to avoid the knife.

Moreover, Lynch observed carefully and found that the incision he cut down with the two swords was slowly healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This surprised Lynch.

He didn't expect that this sycamore tree would have such spirituality.

But if you think about it carefully, these sycamore trees are contaminated with the breath of phoenixes, and with thousands of years of growth, it is not an exaggeration to become monsters and spirits, let alone the current spirituality.

"It seems that it will take a day to cut off this tree."

Lynch finally understood why Fengle needed a day to cut off the sycamore tree.

Taking a deep breath, Lynch fell down the hatchet again.

Sharp and clang...

There was constant sound of metal impact.
Chapter completed!