By the time Xiao Chen and Mo Fan cleaned up the secret room that they had not used for a long time, it was already half an hour later.
After Mo Fan checked the furnace again, he said solemnly, "I am going to start the fire. Listen to my command and pull the bellows."
Xiao Chen nodded and slowly walked to the front of the bellows. He grasped the handle made of wood and iron with both hands. A cool feeling came from the wooden handle.
"Begin!"
The flame in the furnace suddenly rose up. In a split second, the entire underground room was filled with heat waves. However, what was strange was that this secret room seemed to have undergone an ingenious design.
This secret chamber seemed to have undergone an ingenious design. After the heat waves circled in the air, they slowly dissipated and were evenly distributed throughout the secret chamber.
Furthermore, there was a cool breeze coming from the ventilation holes. Although the underground room was still extremely hot, it was not unbearable. Xiao Chen discarded the distracting thoughts in his heart and grabbed the wooden handle and pulled back.
"Chi! Chi! "
Something strange happened. Xiao Chen was astonished to discover that he had only pulled back a few centimeters before he could no longer pull it back. He was astonished, What is going on? No matter how weak I am, I still have the strength of a Medial Grade Martial Disciple.
Could it be that I can't even pull this small bellows?
The flame in the furnace slowly died down. Mo Fan quickly looked in Xiao Chen's direction and could not help but feel anxious, "Young Master Xiao, why are you not doing anything? The flame in the furnace is about to be extinguished. This furnace of mine is not an ordinary furnace. Every time I light it, it consumes a large amount of Spirit Stones. I cannot waste them. "
Xiao Chen was very anxious. However, no matter how much strength he used, the bellows would not budge. Sweat continuously dripped from his forehead. What is going on? What exactly is going on?
Mo Fan seemed to have understood something. He quickly came over to tell Xiao Chen some of the tricks behind this.
Ao Jiao suddenly stopped him, "Now is not the time for you to be distracted. Watch the furnace carefully and prepare to place the Moonstone in. I will teach him."
"Bo!"
Xiao Chen suddenly felt something soft on the back of his head. It felt very comfortable. In the scorching hot basement, there was actually a cool feeling that calmed one's mind.
"Idiot, this bellows can't be moved by brute force. You have to follow the flow of air and exert your strength; otherwise, no matter how much strength you have, you won't be able to move it, and if you exert too much strength, you will destroy the bellows."
Xiao Chen smelled a fragrant breeze. Ao Jiao, who was floating in the air, was leaning closely behind him. A pair of proud and firm breasts pressed against the back of his head, and two slender arms slowly rested on his hands.
He controlled the wooden handle and slowly pulled the bellows with his arm. With a boom, a huge flame rose from the furnace, and the temperature of the entire basement suddenly doubled.
However, Xiao Chen's heart felt incomparably cool. At this moment, Ao Jiao's voice was much gentler than usual, like the coolest summer wind in the world, slowly moving the young man's impetuous heart.
Slowly forgetting the softness on the back of his head, under Ao Jiao's guidance, Xiao Chen pulled the wooden handle of the bellows unhurriedly.
Unknowingly, Ao Jiao had already slowly moved away from behind Xiao Chen. She looked at Mo Fan, who was in front of the furnace, in a daze.
Mo Fan took out a piece of Moonstone from behind him and muttered, "What a waste. When a normal person refines a Spirit Weapon, they only need a bit of Moonstone powder. Yet, he actually threw it piece by piece into the furnace."
"If it wasn't for the lack of other rare materials, with so many Moonstones, it would be more than enough to forge a Sub-Divine Weapon."
Ao Jiao stared at the Moonstones that were continuously falling into the furnace, and the scene in front of her started to become blurry...
A thousand years ago, it was the same scene. A talented youth brought a huge amount of Moonstones and went to the Haotian Sect alone.
Because of his strong charisma, the current Sect Leader of the Haotian Sect personally went down the mountain to receive him, and personally forged the Sub-Divine Weapon, the Thunder Wood Sword, for him.
When the five-colored light soared into the sky, a strong Spiritual Energy enveloped the entire Haotian Sect. Within a circumference of a hundred miles, the overflowing sword intent could be felt.
Everyone knew that the sixth Sub-Divine Weapon in the past thousand years had been born. She was born from the seven-colored red light. She was as pure and holy as a fairy from the heavens. Her flawless face seemed to have a trace of immaturity and blankness.
The newborn just stood there quietly. Her somewhat immature face made her look like a child.
However, all of this could not hide her pride. She just looked at the world without saying a word. Within a circumference of a thousand miles, the 108,000 Spirit Weapons trembled because of her appearance.
It was because she was the King of Swords, the King of these 108,000 Spirit Weapons. Although she was just born, she could not hide her pride. Since I was born, I am the King. All the ordinary weapons have to kneel and pay their respects to me, because I am the King of Swords!
I am the Sub-Divine Weapon, the Thunder King Mulberry Sword!
No one can stop me. She carried the Mulberry Sword and flew up into the sky, leaving behind a large expanse of light.
"The Divine Weapon is flying!"
"She is going to choose her master!"
Astonished voices came from all directions, but most of them were incomparably happy. No one would have thought that this newborn Thunder Wood Sword would actually be so proud, wanting to choose its own master.
However, this also gave them a chance. If they could subdue it, then they would become the master of this Sub-Divine Weapon. Sub-Divine Weapon — — the dream of all the martial artists in the world.
However, that peerless person did not give them any chance. He only gave them three seconds to think. They only saw him fly up into the sky, like a roc spreading its wings. He was faster than lightning and instantly grasped the Thunder Wood Sword in his hand.
Sang Mu, who had landed, laughed loudly. His eyes were filled with unconcealable surprise. He said, "What a proud sword. From today onwards, you will be called Ao Jiao. I, Sang Mu, will definitely be someone who will make you feel proud."
…
The temperature in the basement was getting higher and higher. No matter how exquisite the design was, when the furnace was completely ignited, the temperature neared a thousand degrees Celsius. No matter what, no matter what, it would not be able to completely dissipate the heat.
Xiao Chen's clothes were already completely drenched. On the other hand, Mo Fan had already taken off the clothes on his upper body, revealing his firm muscles.
Xiao Chen wiped the sweat off his forehead. He only felt that his entire body was incomparably hot. The entire basement was like an oven. He felt that if he continued to stay here, he would be roasted alive.
However, it was already the crucial moment. Mo Fan was currently using the secret technique of a Forging Master to stir the boiling molten iron in the furnace. There were only a few pieces of Moonstones left in the pile beside him.
He absolutely could not stop at this moment. Once he stopped, all his previous efforts would be wasted. The Heaven Ranked Spirit Weapon in his hands would be completely useless.
However, it was really too hot. Xiao Chen felt as though he was about to faint. He weakly pushed the bellows, as though he would collapse at any moment.
Just at this moment, a cool breeze blew from behind Xiao Chen. This cool breeze blew into Xiao Chen's heart, dispersing the heat in his body. It dispelled the heat in his body. His heart felt refreshed, and his body felt extremely comfortable.
Although he could not turn his head, Xiao Chen could guess that this cool breeze came from Ao Jiao. A warm feeling welled up in Xiao Chen's heart. This lass, who would have thought that even though her mouth was so venomous, she still had a little bit of conscience.
That's right, other than conscience, this lass was really big. Thinking back to the scene from before, Xiao Chen's body actually had a reaction.
Damn it, what was I thinking about? Xiao Chen smacked his head fiercely. His state of mind finally calmed down, and he continued to push the bellows with all his might.
Time passed second by second, minute by minute. Every time Xiao Chen was about to collapse, a cool breeze would blow from behind him, sweeping away all the fatigue in his body, filling him with energy once again.
A large pile of Moonstones was finally placed into the furnace. The surface of the boiling furnace was filled with molten Moonstones. The entire surface of the furnace was filled with molten Moonstones. Droplets of molten iron jumped up from the surface of the furnace.
Mo Fan carefully observed the molten iron in the furnace. The surging heat waves did not seem to be able to cause him any trouble. The entire furnace was emitting the unique yellow glow of the Moonstones.
Mo Fan's expression was grave as he took out the Peak Grade Frost Iron. A Qi whirlpool appeared on his left hand, and the molten iron in the furnace started to spin rapidly. An even more horrifying heat wave spread out in all directions.
"Plop!"
When the molten iron was about to form an extreme whirlpool, Mo Fan quickly placed the Peak Grade Frost Iron into the eye of the whirlpool, causing a small splash of molten iron to splash out.
The Peak Grade Frost Iron started to melt slowly. The yellow glow and the black glow of the Frost Iron slowly intertwined and fused. In the end, when the Frost Iron had completely melted, the yellow glow had completely disappeared, and the molten iron had turned into a pure black glow.
Mo Fan saw that the time had come, and he shouted loudly. He placed his left palm on top of the furnace, and a huge suction force was emitted from his palm. The molten iron in the furnace started to churn unceasingly, gathering in the air.
The sweat on Mo Fan's forehead dripped down continuously like rain. However, at this moment, he did not care about it at all. He looked at the molten iron gathering in his palm with a nervous expression.
Finally, the molten iron in the furnace was completely sucked into the air, forming a metal ball the size of a soccer ball. It emitted a terrifying heat wave as it continuously spun.
"Pu!"
At this moment, a resplendent light suddenly lit up in Ao Jiao's hand. In the next moment, a light shot out from her hand and flew into the metal ball.
Mo Fan said in shock, "This is … the Battle Sage Origin!"
The Battle Sage Origin was the strongest offensive Origin Qi in the world. A Spirit Weapon that possessed it could produce the strongest Battle Sage attack in the world.
According to the legends, the Battle Saint Origin was split into six parts. Each part represented a different interpretation of the attacking technique. The six parts of the Battle Sage Origin were respectively embedded in six different Sub-Divine Weapons.
It was said that if these six Divine Weapons were put together, the Battle Sage Origin would be able to form a new Divine Weapon. However, since ancient times, in the tens of thousands of years of history of the Tianwu Continent, there had only been ten Divine Weapons.
As for the authenticity of this legend, no one knew if it was true or false. This was because no one had ever been able to put these six Sub-Divine Weapons together.
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