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Volume One: First Entering the Martial Arts Chapter 58: Smelting Hundred-Year-Old Black Iron

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    Update time: 2013-02-27

    On Canghong Continent, there is another type of people who are proficient in alchemy.

    However, the art of elixirs is vast, profound, obscure and complex, and the combinations of herbs are ever-changing. People who are proficient in the art of elixirs often live in seclusion in deep forests, free from the outside world. Therefore, no one in the huge Xingye capital understands this way, and Meng Kuo only read it from books.  I saw some concepts of alchemy.

    After Meng Kuo left, Ye Feng stayed in the weapon refining workshop.

    There were a lot of basic black iron piled up around the weapon refining workshop. Ye Feng took a piece and weighed it in his hands. He felt a heavy pressure on his hand. When he held his palm, his five fingers left clear indentations on the surface of the black iron block. See  Although the basic black iron is heavy, its texture is not dense. If it is used to refine weapons, it can probably only be refined into ordinary weapons.

    The purpose of smelting ten directions of hundred-year-old black iron into one piece is to increase the density and hardness of the black iron. As Meng Kuo said, smelting black iron is an essential skill for a weapon refiner and is also one of the basic skills.

    Ye Feng calmed down and came to the furnace. He felt a wave of heat hitting his face, his clothes were sizzling, and there was a vague tendency to burn. He concentrated all his energy, resisted the scorching heat, and threw the basic black iron into the furnace.

    The black iron was put into the furnace, and the flames in the furnace suddenly surged.

    Within three breaths, the basic black iron began to melt. The iron slurry slowly flowed along the grooves on the furnace wall to the lowest temperature point in the furnace. There was no flame there, but there was a movable concave container.

    After a while, the container was filled with iron slurry. Ye Feng hurriedly turned the switch and closed the top lid of the container.

    After the top cover was completely closed, Ye Feng quickly took out the container from the furnace, took a sledge hammer, and began to violently beat the top cover of the container to increase the pressure inside the container.

    Under the hammering force of more than 5,000 kilograms, the top cover sank rapidly, and accordingly, the iron slurry in the container quickly compacted and solidified.

    After a while, Ye Feng tried his best and hammered three hundred times, and the top cover sank to the limit.

    "Huh¡ª¡ª"

    Ye Feng was sweating profusely, took a long breath, and opened the top lid of the container.

    In the container, the iron slurry was compressed to about one-fifth of its original volume, and now it has re-solidified into a solid black iron block.

    Ye Feng shook his head and muttered to himself: "Refining black iron into hundred-year black iron is to refine ten into one, increasing the density ten times, but I only refined five into one, increasing the density five times, and the result is a bit nondescript.  It seems that further practice is needed!¡±

    For Ye Feng, weapon refining is a completely unfamiliar and brand-new knowledge, and the first attempt ended in failure without any accident.  But the stubbornness in his heart came into play at this time, making him extremely dissatisfied and convinced that he could achieve proficiency through hard practice.

    Diligence can make up for weakness, and this principle remains unchanged throughout the ages.

    So, Ye Feng cheered up and started trying again.

    Once you practice, it lasts for fifteen days.

    Within fifteen days, Ye Feng stayed in the weapon refining workshop all day long, staying behind closed doors. The blazing flames in the furnace roasted his skin into a bronze color.  His coat was soaked with sweat and was as hard as iron. He simply uncovered his upper body and held a hammer bare-chested to smelt black iron.

    Through fifteen days of non-stop practice, Ye Feng finally gradually mastered the method of smelting basic black iron into century-old black iron.

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    In the early morning of this day, Ye Feng gave the last blow, opened the container, and finally showed a relieved smile.

    In the container, the black iron was compressed to one-tenth of its original volume, and a faint heat was still rising from the surface at this moment.

    Ten into one, finally succeeded!

    Ye Feng was so happy that he didn't care that the iron ingot was hot to his hands. He twisted it with two fingers and pulled out the century-old black iron.  But I saw that this iron ingot was several inches square but weighed a hundred kilograms. It was a good material for refining the magic weapon.

    Next, Ye Feng immediately began to use this century-old black iron to refine the magic weapon without taking any rest.

    Compared with the process of smelting dark iron ingots, refining magic weapons requires more precise control.  As the maker of magical weapons, the weapon refiner needs to use enough imagination and control the best quenching time.

    This was Ye Feng¡¯s first time refining a magic weapon. After he put the century-old black iron ingot into the furnace, he stared at the iron ingot in the flames, carefully observing the changes on the surface of the iron ingot, and did not dare to relax at all.

    Gradually, the surface of the century-old black iron ingot softened.

    Ye Feng hurriedly took out the iron ingot and beat it quickly on its surface, trying to knock out the outline of the magic weapon.  However, the Centennial Black Iron ingot cooled very quickly. After being knocked twenty or thirty times, its surface returned to hardness. Ye Feng had no choice but to put the unformed Hundred Years Black Iron ingot into the furnace again.

    After going back and forth several times, Ye Feng finally finally finished the outline of the magic weapon.

      This is a small sword one foot long. Due to Ye Feng's unfamiliar skills, the blade is not flat and the hilt is also a little skewed.  Ye Feng smiled bitterly and put the small sword into the ice water to quench it.

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    When the small sword entered the water, there was a sudden sizzling sound in the ice water, and white smoke rose from the surface.

    After the quenching was completed, Ye Feng took out the completely cooled sword, twisted it in his hand, and carefully sensed it.

    This small sword is made of centuries-old dark iron, and can barely be called a magic weapon. However, the inherent Yuan Power in it is only about thirty, which is far from the ideal hundreds of Yuan Power.  Ye Feng gave another wry smile and said, "It seems that it failed."

    At just this moment, Meng Kuo pushed open the door of the weapon refining workshop and walked in.  When he saw Ye Feng holding an extremely ugly little sword, he groaned and asked, "Ye Feng, did you refine this?"

    Ye Feng nodded.

    Meng Kuo took the small sword and said: "Well, the material is hundred-year black iron, which has about thirty yuan powers. If it is refined well, it can be refined into a god with a maximum of four hundred yuan powers using pure hundred-year black iron.  Bing, this little sword, first of all, has a bad edge, and secondly, the timing of quenching is not well grasped. At the moment when the small sword interacts with the ice water, it does not lock in more energy. But Brother Ye, you have only practiced for ten years.  In five days, ordinary dark iron can be smelted into century-old dark iron, and a magical weapon can be refined according to imagination. This speed is far beyond my imagination at least than when I first learned to make weapons.  It¡¯s much better now.¡±

    Ye Feng shook his head and said: "Brother Meng, I am a complete layman when it comes to weapon refining. But I know that if you don't have talent, you must work a hundred times harder."

    Meng Kuo expressed great approval for Ye Feng's words. He weighed the small sword and put it back into Ye Feng's hand, saying: "Brother Ye, I believe that if you hadn't put in the arduous efforts, you would never be able to do it."  In just half a year, I reached the realm of an early Xuan level warrior, not to mention that it took only half a month to successfully smelt the century-old Xuan Iron and this first divine weapon. From today on, I will.  You can use the materials in the weapon refining workshop as you wish.¡±

    At this point, Meng Kuo sighed and continued: "I vaguely feel that one day, your achievements will be greater than mine, Meng Kuo's."

    After saying this, he picked up the hammer, opened his clothes, and suddenly raised his voice: "Brother Ye, I will show you the refining method of the magic weapon again. You should pay attention."

    After saying that, he kicked a piece of century-old black iron with his right foot and kicked it into the furnace.

    Ye Feng stood on one side and watched attentively.

    Two hours later, a magic weapon came out.

    This is a long spear with a built-in energy of four hundred, reaching the limit of a divine weapon that can be made purely from hundred-year-old black iron.

    Ye Feng watched the whole process and was filled with admiration.

    As one of the top weapon-refining masters in Xingye Province, Meng Kuo's process of refining the magic weapon was as smooth as clouds and flowing water. He controlled every step just right and clearly discerned the timing of quenching.

    Meng Kuo held the spear in his hand and said sadly: "Brother Ye, I, Meng Kuo, love this way. I have spent hundreds of years refining weapons, and finally achieved what I am today. But maybe my talent is limited. In the past ten years, whether in  I can't go any further in terms of martial arts or weapon refining. Now, even if I am given all the rare and expensive materials, I can only refine a magic weapon with a power of 10,000 yuan at most.  This is the only way I can reach it.¡±

    There was a bit of sadness and sadness in his words, which made Ye Feng feel sour in his heart.

    However, Ye Feng laughed loudly and said: "In this life, who knows what will happen tomorrow? Without hard work, how can you know that you can't go further? Brother Meng, your strength in the late Xuan level is four hundred, less than  Why did you give up hope at the last moment?¡±
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