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The artificers of Profound Martial Continent had drawn in all sorts of flames, and used their own internal energy to control the fire to forge artifacts.

But Feng Zhi was different.

As long as the cultivator was above the Aurous Core stage, they would have Pill Fire. The grade of Pill Fire was much higher than most of the common fire in this world, and only a few auspicious or blessed Heavenly Flame could compare to it.

The reason why Feng Zhi had to wait until she was at the Aurous Core stage to refine weapons for Feng Lai and Feng Ming was because of Pill Fire.

Under the gaze of Feng Lai and Feng Ming, she lightly rubbed her forefinger and thumb together, and a strand of almost transparent flame appeared at her fingertip.

Just by looking at the surface, one would not be able to tell that it was fire. The reason why Feng Lai and Feng Ming had such knowledge so quickly was because the temperature in the artifact room had suddenly soared.

In this originally very spacious artifact room, the moment the flames appeared at Feng Zhi's fingertips, the temperature rose sharply. In just a breath's time, the searing temperature caused Feng Lai and Feng Ming to be unable to bear it.

The two were shocked.

They could be considered to have mastered martial arts, especially Feng Lai, Martial King Stage experts. Not to mention fire, even if he were to walk into the fire, he would be completely unharmed. But now, the unremarkable strand of flame in Feng Zhi's hand was actually causing him to feel danger?

Only now did the two of them understand exactly what abilities Feng Zhi had gained after breaking through.

Just this wisp of Pill Fire, let alone using it to refine weapons, even if it was used against an enemy, as long as one came into contact with it, wouldn't that person be burnt to ashes?

In fact, Feng Zhi's Pill Fire really did have an offensive attribute.

Although there was only a small wisp of Pill Fire, it was still difficult for Feng Zhi to control it properly. She looked at and Feng Lai with a serious expression, "Don't talk."

He then turned around and focused on controlling the Pill Fire.

With a thought, one material after another that Feng Ming and Feng Lai couldn't identify appeared around Feng Zhi. Some looked like rocks, some looked like metal, and some looked like wood …

The various materials, after being tempered at high temperatures, gradually turned into balls of liquid. The liquid that was formed from the various ingredients was initially not merged together, but gradually merged together, and with Feng Zhi's will, it formed the shape of a sword.

Even though it was only in the initial shape, the extraordinary sharpness of this sword could be seen with a single glance.

But for Feng Zhi, it had only just begun.

In addition to the materials and methods used, the biggest difference between the cultivator's artifact forging and the Profound Martial Continent's people, was that the cultivator would also draw out various kinds of wondrous formations within the weapon.

To suddenly release a flame or an ice blade from the sword, to a profound practitioner of Profound Martial Continent, this was simply unimaginable.

At the same time, he used his divine sense to draw an array formation on the sword as much as possible. After doing all that, Feng Zhi's face became a little pale.

After putting away the Pill Fire, Feng Zhi looked at the fiery red sword floating in the air, from the sword tip to the sword hilt, it was a dragon sword that was about to soar into the sky. After sensing the formation carved on the sword, Feng Zhi nodded her head in satisfaction, and raised her hand to throw the sword over to the phoenix.

But at this moment, Whitey, who was always quiet, suddenly wrapped itself around the sword like lightning.

Not only was Little White wrapped around the sword, it also glared at Feng Zhi with its pair of golden eyes.

Feng Zhi was startled, then immediately understood what Xiao Bai meant.

Although it was a small golden snake, Xiao Bai had the supreme ideal of cultivating a dragon. Normally, it wouldn't even let go of elixirs that had nothing to do with dragons. Now, it's not even letting go of a sword shaped like a dragon?

This was an artifact that Feng Zhi had painstakingly refined for the phoenix, so Feng Zhi didn't go easy on the little white tiger this time. She lifted his hand and flicked it on the head, then took it off the sword by its tail, "You little thing, why aren't you coming over quickly?"

Xiao Bai tried to twist the snake to protest.

Feng Zhi was both angry and amused as she said, "Alright, how about I use your original form to refine a weapon for you next time?"

Lil 'White finally calmed down.

Feng Lai and Feng Ming couldn't help but roll their eyes at the side.

Feng Zhi was too much used to Little White, refining weapons for it, could it still be used, but where should she get it?

On the other side, Feng Zhi finally calmed Little White down and then handed the dragon-shaped longsword in her hand over to Feng Lai.

Feng Lai took the sword and impatiently hugged it, and only after a long while did he loosen his grip slightly, allowing Feng Ming to carefully examine it together with him.

The blade of the sword was not regular, it was a dragon in the shape of a soaring dragon. The dragon looked very lifelike, and each of the dragon scales engraved on it were vivid and lifelike. Even though it did not seem to have the slightest ability to harm even the blade, Feng Lai noticed that a strand of his hair had suddenly and soundlessly broken into two pieces a few inches away from the blade, landing on his shoulder.

This shocked Feng Lai.

It would break one's hair without using any inner strength. This was already a characteristic of top quality weapons in the Profound Martial Continent.

If he used inner qi …

Feng Lai clenched his sword tightly, his heart was filled with excitement, while Feng Ming looked at him with an envious expression.

Feng Zhi calmed Little White down, then looked at the sword again, "Don't worry, it's only half finished now."

Surprise appeared in Feng Lai and Feng Ming's eyes.

Although the sword did not show light like the high grade weapons in Profound Martial Continent, they had already personally witnessed the sharpness of the sword, and this was only a semi-finished product?

Feng Zhi nodded his head lightly, received the sword from Feng Lai's hands, and then showed the dragon head, which was the hilt of the sword, to Feng Lai and Feng Ming.

"This is?" The two of them did not understand.

Feng Zhi caressed the sword hilt lightly, she did not answer their questions, but instead asked a seemingly unrelated question, "Have you guys heard the story of the Dragon's Finishing Touch?"

The two of them shook their heads in unison.

Feng Zhi also laughed and shook her head. This was a story that only existed on Earth, it was no wonder they didn't know about it.

Xiao Chen took out two Spirit Stones that had been polished long ago. These two Spirit Stones were only the size of a pigeon's egg. The two small Spirit Stones emitted a lustrous luster; they did not seem ordinary at all.

Under the watch of Feng Lai and Feng Ming, Feng Zhi placed a spirit stone in each of his hands, and at the same time, inserted it into the sword hilt's empty dragon eye.

The next moment...

Although there did not seem to be any change to the sword, Feng Lai and Feng Ming rubbed their eyes at the same time, then looked at each other.

"Do you think," Feng Lai doubted his own thoughts, "that this sword seems to be alive?"

Feng Ming nodded his head with all his might.

Feng Zhi did not explain either, and returned the sword to Feng Lai's hand, "Drop a drop of blood on the sword blade."

Feng Lai did as he was told without hesitation.

Dark red blood dripped onto the dragon-shaped sword and soaked it in an instant. Although there was still no change on the sword, Feng Lai could not help but stare with wide eyes.