The so-called ordinary fire is not the fire used by ordinary people, but the name of the lowest and most ordinary flame compared to those who seek immortality.
Different from the fire used by mortals, which is called open fire, although ordinary fire is the lowest level in the eyes of immortal cultivators, its real power is indeed stronger than open fire, regardless of Taoism.
Most open fires are red with a hint of yellow, but ordinary fires are indeed different. They are red and blue. The higher the cultivation level, the more powerful the flame, the more blue parts, and the red parts.
The less. When it reaches all blue flames, it is the peak of ordinary fire.
At this time, in front of Yin Xiuxuan, the flame released by Ning Buwu was obviously this level of ordinary fire. In the pure blue flame, the tongues of fire danced flexibly.
But this flame does not look cute at all in Yin Xiuxuan's eyes. This is the pinnacle of mortal fire!
Relying on the fireball talisman, Yin Xiuxuan can cast ordinary fire. Relying on the fireball talisman and the three-talent formation, Yin Xiuxuan can evolve the fireball into a large fireball equivalent to the second level of change, but what he can do is limited to this, and no more can be done.
Yes, because after all, what he practices is water-based skills.
The flame in front of him may be replaced by the attack spell Fireball, which is equivalent to a strike from a ninth-level weapon refiner who is proficient in fire spells. This kind of attack means that he has two layers of defense, but it is not
Dare to try it.
Therefore, feeling the beating in the flames and the fluctuation of spiritual energy, and thinking of Yan Chengxu's warning and the explosion that day, Yin Xiuxuan reacted quickly. With a pinch of Yu, he summoned a spell to defend himself.
"Hmm~" Yin Xiuxuan's actions could not escape the eyes of Ning Buwu, who was very close at hand. He hummed slightly, frowned, and glanced at Yin Xiuxuan.
"Uh~" At this glance, Yin Xiuxuan felt a cold air rising from the soles of his feet. The power of this master in the late stage of Qi training was indeed extraordinary.
"Bring me the spiritual wood from outside!" Ning Buwu ordered.
Upon hearing this order, Yin Xiuxuan felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He took two steps across the corridor, dug out a piece of wood as long as an arm from behind the door, and hurriedly handed it to Ning Buwu.
Seeing this spiritual tree, Ning Buwu snorted, said nothing, and concentrated on taking care of the flame in his hand.
Seeing that Ning Buwu didn't blame him, Yin Xiuxuan calmed down and carefully observed his weapon refining.
To say that Ning Buwu is indeed a top weapon refiner, the flexibility and mystery of this technique cannot be matched by a rookie like Yin Xiuxuan. From Yin Xiuxuan's point of view, even the techniques in the "Introduction to Weapon Refinement" he recently bought are not
Not as good as Ning Buwu.
Seeing this situation, he still had some resentment towards this task, but all of it dissipated, and he began to secretly learn weapon refining techniques.
But he said that Ning Buwu didn't care what Yin Xiuxuan was doing at the side, he looked at the flames intently, and used various techniques from time to time, either blow molding or cutting, to constantly deal with the white mass in his hand that was slightly red.
something.
After waiting for several hours, he chuckled, waved and put the spiritual wood aside on the fire to roast. Green smoke flew out, and the spiritual wood was instantly shaped into a wooden sword.
"Hi!"
Ning Buwu shouted softly, threw the wooden sword into the air, waved his hand and pulled out a silk thread from the liquid-like thing in his hand.
With his hands flying, he saw the silk thread continuously wrapping around the wooden sword, gradually wrapping the wooden sword evenly.
After the wooden sword was completely wrapped, a ball of blue mortal fire regenerated out of thin air and wrapped the wooden sword.
After finishing these series, Ning Buwu's face calmed down. Suddenly, his face changed and he shouted: "No!"
Yin Xiuxuan had just been attracted by Ning Buwu's technique and had already forgotten about protection. He was startled by his loud shout. Before he could think about it, he felt a strong air flow coming towards him.
The secret path was not good. With a thought, Yin Xiuxuan waved his sleeves and wrapped himself up. Then he let out a soft drink, and a white ice shield was created out of thin air outside the package.
Just as Yin Xiuxuan was making these preparations, a loud noise was heard, and an even stronger air flow suddenly hit him.
Along with the airflow, some things that looked like metal or sawdust were flying around, hitting the newly formed ice cover. There was a crackling sound, and the ice cover instantly broke.
"Puff, puff, puff!" The sound of continuous beating of cowhide came, and fragments were seen hitting Yin Xiuxuan's sleeves.
The two-sleeved Qingfeng was indeed made of a first-class high-level monster material. Its texture was very solid. Although it was dented by the blow, it was not torn apart by the fragments and firmly protected Yin Xiuxuan.
"Qiang!" The sound of a long sword being unsheathed came, and Yin Xiuxuan felt an orderly wind blowing.
After a breath, he felt that the wind was no longer dangerous, so he untied his sleeves of defense and got out. A streak of light flew out from a hole in the wall, and flew back after two breaths.
Seeing that the room was much messier than before, Yin Xiuxuan knew that it must have been an explosion, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, wondering why he encountered such an explosion on his first day here.
Ning Buwu walked over from the hole and glanced at Yin Xiuxuan, then glanced at Henry Zhang's sleeves, and snorted coldly: "I didn't expect you to have some good things!"
Yin Xiuxuan knew that the other party saw the difference between his two sleeves, so he could only smile.
"The materials are good, but the technique is really rubbish. With so many materials, I can only refine a passable magic weapon!" After saying that, he curled his lips in disdain and walked out of the door.
Yin Xiuxuan was left in the room in the cold, and he smiled helplessly. He didn't expect that the two-sleeved Qingfeng, which he had spent a lot of material and spiritual stones to make, had helped his magical weapon many times, but it only received an evaluation of "good material".
Seeing the mess in the room, he also wanted to go out for a breather. Suddenly he heard Ning Buwu's voice message: "Put the room in order and wait for me to come back to check!" After that, there was no sound.
Looking at the dust and various materials and debris on the floor, Yin Xiuxuanzhi's head was covered with black lines. He shook his head and started his life as a child making weapons.
Three hours later, Ning Buwu returned to the room and saw various materials sorted on the shelves on both sides. Each volume was put into a bottle. The dust on the ground and the waste materials disappeared, except for the wall.
Except for the holes, everything else looks brand new.
"Hmph, have you ever learned to refine weapons?"
Yin Xiuxuan replied respectfully: "I just read a book and refined some small things myself!"
"Bring me what you refined!"
Yin Xiuxuan waved his sleeves and handed the two daggers to Ning Buwu.
Ning Buwu didn't take it, he just looked at it and said: "The materials are average and the techniques are unfamiliar. If you still recognize these materials, you must have read "Introduction to Weapon Refining"!"
"Exactly!" Yin Xiuxuan was shocked when he heard this.
"From now on, you can come here anytime if you have nothing to do. If you don't come, that's fine, but if you need anything, please be there!" After saying that, he ignored Yin Xiuxuan, took out a scroll and started to read it.