Chapter 352： Refiner! (under)

The so-called hard work is not just a thousand blows, but the more the better.

Because only in this way, the metal can become more solid and tougher.

At this moment, in Chen Fan's eyes, the long sword changed little by little, with some thickness from the very beginning, and gradually became as thin as a cicada's wings.

Although it is so thin, the toughness has risen several levels.

Even in one swing of the round hammer, the venom of the skeleton python was smashed into the long sword.

Nowadays, the long sword is almost sealed by blood. You only need to make a small cut in your body to worry about your life.

At this moment, the long sword has basically taken shape, but the last thing is still missing.

"Clear water without roots!"

Huo Chongtian's voice fell, Chen Fan immediately handed a porcelain bottle to the opponent's hand, and then Huo Chongtian didn't even look at it. While continuing to work, he poured rootless water on the long sword.

If the skull python venom represents death, then the clear water without roots is vitality.

Injecting life into death is an endless cycle. This is the clever way of refining tools.

Otherwise, death alone will only hurt others and self, and there will be no benefit in the long-term development.

Therefore, for the three refining materials needed by Huo Chongtian, nothing comes from nowhere, everything is just the right thing.

In this way, in this continuous swinging of the round hammer, the long sword belonging to Chen Fan gradually took shape.

The whole body was black and there was a slender gold thread running through it, about **** wide and about one meter long, which could fit Chen Fan's height without any lag.

At this point, the hard work was over, and Chen Fan's weapon finally took shape.

Huo Chongtian swallowed the pill again, took out a hilt made of black spar from the storage bag and placed it on the long sword.

Then, without saying anything, he picked up the long sword in one hand, grabbed Chen Fan's palm in the other, and made a big cut directly.

For an instant, Chen Fan's palm was dripping with blood.

"Take a bowl, don't waste it."

Huo Chongtian hurriedly spoke. Although Chen Fan didn't understand what this was for, he could only do as he said and put all the blood in his hand into a small bowl.

After that, Huo Chongtian just sat on the ground, stretched out his fingers and stained Chen Fan's blood, and began to draw various mysterious inscriptions on the long sword.

The long sword has been refined more than half, and its toughness has reached an astonishing level, but even so, it is still a mortal thing, not a spiritual treasure.

Only after the inscription is drawn can it be regarded as a real spirit treasure, with power that is unimaginable by ordinary people.

And this is also the last step of refining!

Of course, not all weapons can be directly used to draw inscriptions, after all, the quality of these weapons is extremely demanding, which is not comparable to ordinary soldiers on the roadside.

In this way, Huo Chongtian began to draw inscriptions silently, and at the same time, there was a sudden change in the weather outside.

The original weather was clear and cloudless, but in a short period of time, the sky was covered with clouds, and the sky was even darker, as if it was about to get dark.

At the same time, there was a faint flash of electric light in the depths of the dark clouds, and this large cloud of dark clouds was still floating towards the north of the city, where the fire soared to the sky.

At this moment, whether it was the inscription drawing on the sky, or Chen Fan who was watching carefully, neither of them knew that the danger was coming.