Jian Chen kept thinking about the effects of these materials in his heart. Fine steel is the sword body. This essence stone has the effect of stimulating the human body's consciousness. Adding it to the hilt will be of great help to the user. Jian Chen has never started.
When it comes to forging, starting hastily without clarifying your ideas is not conducive to the finished product.
The movements of Jian Chen's hands never stopped, and beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. He Dun looked at Jian Chen with disdain. Even the most basic forging was so awkward, and his basic posture was not good.
Seeing that it was a wild road, I was relieved of my worries.
Time passed bit by bit, and each material was forged by Jian Chen into different positions, each playing a different role. The shape of a sword was slowly revealed. Everyone's progress was about the same. Jian Chen put the formed sword into the furnace and finally
One heating.
Jian Chen glanced at Hongying slightly, and found that Hongying had already rolled up her sleeves, and her slender right hand revealed wheat-colored skin, which had a unique flavor.
Hongying didn't notice Jian Chen's gaze. She raised the forging hammer in her hand high and swung it down hard. The sonorous and powerful voice immediately startled Jian Chen. She was really a violent girl.
Jian Chen shook his head and looked back.
Looking at the iron sword that was almost hot in the furnace, Jian Chen nodded and carefully put the golden-red sword into the ice water.
A somewhat harsh sound suddenly sounded, and a burst of white smoke rose from the water. Others also reached this step one after another, and white mist suddenly filled the forging room.
But no one breathed a sigh of relief. They all knew that the next step was the key, and it was the last step that would lead to success or failure. It might turn something rotten into a miracle, or it might fall short.