They originally thought that even if the Dwarf Village Chief did not reforge the Blood Splitting Flying Swords, he would have to use some molten iron or supplementary materials to repair them, and then he would have to hammer them again. But the old man did not hammer the broken flying swords at all. Instead, he kept hammering on the forging table.
The tinkling sound was quite rhythmic. In any case, Du Feng and Fu Xi had nothing to do, so they watched and listened to the music.
The hammering continued for nearly two hours, until the two were a little sleepy. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and then it stopped. Du Feng and Fu Xi looked at each other, not knowing what was going on.
"Clatter, clatter, clatter …"
The fragments of the Blood Splitting Flying Swords on the forging table suddenly moved, gathering together like a group of ants. They seemed to be automatically searching for the fragments that matched them better.
How could this work?
Du Feng and Fu Xi were dumbfounded. It was the first time they saw the fragments of weapons move on their own, and they even knew how to put together a puzzle. At that time, the fragments were randomly placed on the forging table, not in a proper order at all. But at this moment, the table was full of debris, and it quickly found its position.
The first Blood Splitting Flying Sword broke into more than thirty pieces, but it still managed to put itself together. Thanks to the careful picking, there was nothing missing. After it was pieced together, it lay there quietly.
Then, the second Blood Splitting Flying Sword also began to sort itself. This one was even more fragmented, with a total of forty-five pieces. After all of them were put together, it lay there quietly.
Then, the third, fourth, fifth … Finally, all thirty Blood Splitting Flying Swords were put together successfully. They were divided into three rows on the forging table, with ten in each row. If they were put together manually, it might not be so accurate. It had to be said that the Dwarf Village Chief's hammering method was indeed very good.
As if letting the weapons hear the voice in his heart, they took the initiative to come together.
But although the Blood Splitting Flying Swords were put together, they were like a jigsaw puzzle, just placed there, not a real body. If they were picked up now, they would immediately fall apart. Could it be that the Dwarf Village Chief was going to repair them one by one?
Du Feng and Fu Xi were looking forward to seeing how the Dwarf Village Chief would repair it. In the end, the old man picked up the short iron hammer and began to hit the forging table.
"Ding Ding Dang … Ding Ding Dang … Ding Ding Dang …"
For some reason, he changed the rhythm again. It felt like a very happy song. The song was quite nice, but you were repairing weapons. The fragments had already been pieced together, so why not let them solidify together?
No … Du Feng soon realized that he was wrong. The dwarf village chief wasn't knocking randomly. Because those fragments were trying their best to squeeze together. That's right, the fragments of each sword were squeezing against each other. It was as if there were thirty pairs of invisible hands repairing them.
A normal repair would be nothing more than melting everything, casting it, cooling it, and then repeatedly hammering it to create a brand new weapon. Or he could use some supplementary materials to fill in the gaps, allowing the weapons to stick together. But if he did that, the weapons would be damaged to a certain extent.
The Dwarf Village Chief's technique was too amazing. He actually didn't need any supplementary materials to make the weapons squeeze together at will. As he continued to hit the forging table, the force of this squeezing became stronger and stronger. Slowly, the first sword gradually took shape, and the cracks on it became fainter and fainter, almost invisible.
The second, the third, the fourth … The thirty Blood Breaking Flying Swords were all in the same situation. The fragments tried their best to gather together, and slowly became a complete sword. But this didn't seem to be enough, because the last faint crack had not disappeared.
The Dwarf Village Chief began to increase the force of his hammer, hitting the forging table with clanking sounds. The first Blood Breaking Flying Sword glowed with a red light, and then faded away. The faint cracks on it had also disappeared.
Success, it really succeeded. It was too incredible. Through this method of hammering the forging table, the weapons could actually be restored.
Du Feng and Fu Xi began to regret, because they didn't carefully observe the Dwarf Village Chief's method of hammering the forging table at the beginning. Later, when they started to pay attention, it was already halfway through.
Tsk, tsk, tsk … The world was really full of strange things. It was said that the Dwarf Clan's forging technique was first-rate. In the past, it was a little impossible. He felt that with such a large number of human warriors and so many sages, their forging technique couldn't be worse than the Dwarf Clan's.
Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Du Feng had to believe that the Dwarf Clan had something special. The forging technique of human warriors was still too conventional, and they didn't jump out of that conventional box.
"Buzz, buzz, buzz …"
The second, third, fourth … All the Blood Breaking Flying Swords released light one after another, then converged, and finally became thirty complete swords.
"Quickly put it in!"
The Dwarf Village Chief ordered, and let Du Feng quickly put the Blood Breaking Flying Swords back into the red gourd to soak. Because the Blood Breaking Flying Swords were reborn, they could once again absorb the energy inside the red gourd, and there might even be a chance to upgrade.
"Thank you so much!"
Du Feng didn't know how to thank him, although it was to help the Dwarf Village Chief that caused all the Blood Breaking Flying Swords to shatter. But now, not only did he repair them, but he also gave the Blood Breaking Flying Swords a chance to upgrade.
"Don't mention it. I'll rest for a while and start repairing the sword tomorrow."
It seemed that the continuous beating just now had consumed a lot of physical strength. Not only did it consume physical strength, but it also consumed a lot of mental strength. The Dwarf Village Chief promised to repair the purple flying sword for Du Feng tomorrow. As long as the sword was repaired, its lethality would be extraordinary.
But for Du Feng, the automatic killing function was not that important. With the red gourd, as long as the sword was soaked in it, it could automatically fly out and kill the enemy. What he was interested in was the grade of the purple flying sword. The level of a supreme-grade immortal weapon was equivalent to a low-grade innate immortal weapon, but it was much higher than his Dragon Riding Sword.
When it was repaired, he didn't know whether to put it in the red gourd, use it directly, or let the Dragon Riding Sword swallow it. This was a very complicated question, and Du Feng didn't make a decision for the time being. It was better to wait until it was repaired. After all, the Dwarf Village Chief said that there was no guarantee that it could be repaired.
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