The elders of Qianxuefeng are not ignorant people, especially Elder Bai among them. He is a hard-working and diligent person. He is currently in charge of Qianxuefeng's tool-making unit. He once studied in the Aokiye family and is a person with high vision.
, I heard from the leader that this newly acquired disciple could make weapons. I originally scoffed at this, not believing that a teenage boy could create anything.
When Meng Yan and Mu Cangyun were fighting, Elder Bai was also present. The set of weapons that the male disciples brought out surprised her, because a set of four pieces was completely natural. This was a skill that only a master could possess.
However, the appearance of that set of weapons made the craftsman frown. Others might
She would be intimidated by such rare materials as Xuanwu Red Fire Gold, but she only noticed the manufacturing techniques. Whether it was gloves or boots, the manufacturing techniques were extremely clumsy and even horrible. They were probably as good as a naughty boy kneading clay.
, a complete waste of the high-level material Red Fire Gold.
This kind of weapon-making technique is a disgrace to all craftsmen. Elder Bai has a very low opinion. If it weren't for Meng Yan's magical technique to control the weapon to explode and kill Tang Hai, Elder Bai would never be interested in this young man.
, but even after being invited, her attitude was still quite high, and she did not take the young man seriously, thinking that a young man who had no teachers and was self-taught would have no ability at all.
However, when they actually arrived at the scene, the elder was in constant shock from the moment Meng Yan took action. Meng Yan threw the Liuyun Immortal Clothes inherited from Qian Xuefeng's ancestors into the refining array composed of twelve silver mirrors.
In the middle, the entire fairy dress was pulled by an inexplicable force and fell apart. Others were amazed by this inexplicable phenomenon, but she saw the reason.
"This... this is the secret technique of disintegration that was spread in ancient times. It was lost at least five thousand years ago. This..."
Elder Bai was shocked when she saw the young man throwing out a bag of silver ingots. She recognized it with sharp eyes. It was the precious gold "Feather Mithril" used to build the Holy King's weapon. It was worth a lot of money. It was impossible for an ordinary young man to have the financial resources to afford it.
It was the leader who spent a lot of money. Although this material is rare, it is not too rare. It can be used in times like this. The whole meaning is different.
Those divine feather mithrils will automatically decompose as soon as they enter the range of the silver mirror. They will decompose and break from solid silver ingots into bits and pieces of silver shavings. When Meng Yan quickly adjusted the angle of the twelve huge silver mirrors
, gather the moonlight at the center point, and an invisible energy spreads out, melting all the silver shavings in the array, turning it into drops of silver liquid, floating in the moonlight array.
At this point, Meng Yan moved faster. Not only did he have to adjust the angle this time, but he also had to change the positions of the twelve silver mirrors. Each of these silver mirrors was three meters high and weighed more than a thousand kilograms. These things needed to be manipulated quickly.
Steering is impossible by just pushing by hand, and subtle angle changes are even less possible.
It was conveyed to others in an instant. Therefore, others could not do it for them. Meng Yan gave a low shout, and the Arhat Dharma appeared brilliantly. The huge Arhat image appeared behind the silver mirror. With a gentle push and sweep, the thousand-jin silver mirror immediately turned.
After completing the angle adjustment, the onlookers were stunned and speechless.
The adjustment of the twelve mirror array is completed, and the reflected moonlight dissolves all the mithril. It absorbs the moon energy from the sky, and the original silver light becomes blurred from shining. Because it is full of energy, the entire silver light is so dense that you can't even see it.
Clearly, anyone can sense the abundant energy inside.
After Mithril absorbed the moonlight, it began to undergo qualitative changes and gradually transformed into a new material. The elders who were watching did not know what this new material was called, but Elder Bai had seen such technology in ancient books.
"This is not just cracking, but refining. It is a technology that has long been extinct in ancient times, called alchemy... How could something like this... happen?"
Elder Bai was dumbfounded. The other elders had never seen her so shocked, and they didn't know what she meant by alchemy. However, it was one thing to absorb moonlight into mithril to promote qualitative transformation. But how to do it?
These mithrils are made into weapons, and that is what laymen like them are interested in.
The dissolved and liquefied mithril did not further disintegrate into mist. It just floated in the air in the shape of water droplets. When it collided with the floating threads, the two sides did not blend at all. They separated as soon as they touched. It was really puzzling. What was Meng Yan going to do?
Use these materials to build new weapons.
Seeing the moon reach the zenith, no clouds covering it, at its most powerful moment, Meng Yan instantly surged out and rushed into the refinement formation. The elders who were watching gasped. If this refinement formation could decompose anything, Meng Yan
Yan rushing in at this moment was a suicidal act seeking death. Fortunately, Meng Yan, who broke into the formation, did not seem to be affected much.
"...I understand, this refinement circle is ineffective against living creatures..." Shang Xiu'e's gaze was sharp and she quickly confirmed this, but Elder Bai also added thoughtfully, "Even if it is against living creatures...
If it’s ineffective, it doesn’t mean it has no effect at all. It’s probably not easy in that formation.”
Elder Bai's words were the most profound for Meng Yan. He broke into his own formation. Although he was not cracked, he felt that his flesh and blood were being pulled violently, as if it would scatter in all directions at any time. This kind of pain was unbearable.
It feels better, but the accumulated damage caused over a long period of time is even more considerable, so be sure to complete the crafting before then.
'Jinxia Liuyun Yi is made of colorful cloud neon silk, which is incompatible with mithril. After absorbing the lunar moonlight, the repulsion is even more severe. It is impossible to even plate it. The only way to merge is true fusion, which can promote this
The only two skills that can be perfectly integrated are...'
Meng Yan's thoughts flashed, he stretched out his hand and shouted, "Ice Flame!"
After previously using pale snow jade as fire to ignite the ice flame, Meng Yan hid the embers in his body and forced it into a corner with his true energy. Once activated, it could be used without fire. This technique is quite dangerous. If you are not careful,
It was like playing with fire and burning yourself, turning into ashes. However, for many years in Qian Xuefeng, the craftsmen who cultivated the ice flames were driven by this method. Meng Yan inherited the tradition and continued to do this.
Raising his hand, Meng Yan turned his five fingers, and the ice flames flew out in all directions, falling towards the surrounding silk threads and mithril liquid. In an instant, the surrounding area was burning fiercely, with thousands of separated silk threads, each
Each one has ice flames
It is burning. The burning ice flame looks strange. It is like a flame, but also like a piece of ice that seals the silk threads. It shines with colorful glass light, flickering on and off, turning the entire refining formation into colorful.
Magnificent world.
The four elders are all knowledgeable people, and they have never seen ice flames in Qianxue Peak. In terms of the intensity of the ice flames, Meng Yan's ice flames are not really powerful. Elder Bai uses the power of the Holy King to force the ice flames.
The power of flames far exceeds his, but besides the ice flames themselves, Meng Yan also displays a mysterious method of controlling fire, like a conductor of an orchestra, remotely controlling all the ice flames in the formation, like musical notes.
Jumping like crazy, flying briskly.
Like falling snow, like flowing fireflies, the leaping ice flames moved everywhere, bringing colorful flames to every place in the formation. Shang Xiu'e and the four elders had never seen such a scene, as if this young man was not making a weapon.
, but is playing a piece of ice flame movement. From beginning to end, every movement is so beautiful, but in these brisk movements, the process of creation is completed quickly.
Few people could tell that Meng Yan had unknowingly used the Ice and Fire Shaping Hands, a magical skill from ancient Qian Xuefeng. The more he used it, the more he felt that it was not that simple. He relied on dance to
Chou came to simulate and deduce, and could only understand the surface level. He used this set of refining hands to shape the shape, but if he really studied it carefully, there seemed to be something deeper inside, beyond the limitations of the shape, and into the realm of Tao.
But in front of me, this level alone is enough. The refining hand used only with Bingyan combines mithril with purple cloud silk one by one. The clouds and moon shine together, turning it into a kind of silk with metallic properties.
When the material was processed, Meng Yan moved his hands and activated his refining hand further, dancing wildly in the air. In an instant, dozens of arms seemed to be born, pulling through the floating threads and reorganizing them one by one.
"He's...knitting?"
Elder Bai was dumbfounded again. Not to mention that she had never seen it before, she had never heard of such a weaving method in her life. No shuttles, no needles, and silk threads were woven with bare hands. The speed was so amazing, so fast that it was dizzying. It was less than half the time.
In just a few minutes, a brand new fairy dress has taken shape.
"Huh? This is..." Elder Bai stared at the quickly formed fairy clothes. He felt that not only was the method of making the weapon unheard of, but also this new set of fairy clothes was unprecedented. The style was completely different from the clothes known today. It was not a top.
The traditional form of the lower skirt becomes shorter and thinner as it is woven, becoming a special tight-fitting style.
Finally, streaks of silver light shot up from the ground into the sky. Meng Yan flipped the silver mirror over, untied the shackles of the formation, and rushed out of the formation with his newly completed work. As soon as he came out of the formation, he took a big gulp of fresh air.
Let your body gain vitality, and then say: "It's done."
Due to etiquette, the elders were too embarrassed to snatch the things over and look at them. They just took a step forward and looked at the newly formed battle clothes. Then they frowned, feeling that the style was too strange. There was no distinction between clothes and clothes.
It's all in one piece, and it's still a tight-fitting design. I'm afraid the whole body's curves will be exposed when worn. It would already look weird if worn by a man. If it were worn by a woman... I wonder how shameless a woman would be to wear this?
Shang Xiu'e asked: "What... is this?"
Meng Yan shrugged and said: "I don't know, it's a dance costume design from a special dance, without the hem of the skirt, that's it. It seems that in distant countries, ballet dancers all wear this. I haven't seen it with my own eyes.
Yes, that’s pretty much what it means anyway.”
Shang Xiu'e frowned and said: "Leave aside the issue of etiquette and law, since it is a weapon, of course it is based on combat power. Does this thin set of things have any combat power?"
Meng Yan smiled and said confidently: "Just find someone to try it and you will know!"