Traveling through the heavens as a myth

at this time.

Ning Yang stepped on the ground with his right leg half-twisted, and his power was transferred from the calf to the thigh, to the waist and abdomen, to the arm, and finally from the wrist to the forging hammer.

"when"

A loud noise came out, suppressing the noisy discussion, and many people under the ring covered their ears, showing discomfort.

However, more crafting masters showed their expressions of enjoyment, as if this were the sound of nature.

"Dangdangdangdangdang"

Amidst the intense sound of forging like a storm, the two pieces of gold on the forging platform were completely fused together.

"Is this the real rough but fine?" Yao Junhao murmured.

In the sound of forging, the long sword gradually took shape.

"when"

The last hammer fell, and the point, edge, spine, edge, hilt, and long sword were completely formed.

"Hey!"

Yuan Huo seemed to have self-consciousness, holding the long sword embryo and falling into the quenching liquid.

In the power of the soul, the long sword is rapidly cooling, and the texture is rapidly becoming hard.

"It's this time!"

With a thought, Ning Yang took the long sword out of the quenching liquid.

Quenching is not simply a matter of throwing the forged blanks into the quenching solution, as the blanks will damage the city's scrap iron at extremely low temperatures.

The formula, temperature and quenching time of the quenching liquid are all very particular.

Ning Yang used the power of the soul to observe constantly, and waited until the best moment to take out the embryo.

"Come and see." Ning Yang threw the forged sword to Xing Yingwei.

Xing Yingwei did not expect that Ning Yang would throw the long sword at him, so he was in a hurry and almost missed it.

Yao Junhao and the other two Baobing Divisions also came closer curiously.

Xing Yingwei holds the Baobing Longsword forged by himself in one hand and the Baobing Longsword forged by Ning Yang in the other.

"Ding!"

"Changing!"

The two swords intersected, two crisp sounds.

The four of them were surprised to find that Xing Yingwei's left hand forged a long sword forged by himself was actually cut off, and the broken tip fell to the ground.

"Inject true essence." Ning Yang's flat voice came from Xing Yingwei's ear.

Shocked Xing Yingwei instinctively listened to Ning Yang's words, and poured true essence into Ning Yang's sword.

"Om!"

In the buzzing sound, the long sword emits almost three inches of light.

With a "wow", the scene suddenly exploded.

"Mid-grade treasure soldier?"

"No...no, it's almost."

"It's only one point away from the light, and it's about the same as the middle-grade treasure."

"The strongest inferior soldier!"

The four people on the ring also stared at the precious soldier's sword.

I've never heard of it, that the light of a low-grade soldier can reach nearly three inches!

Perhaps the refiner masters of the Refining Master Association can do this, but they have long since stopped refining low-grade weapons.

"The refining showdown is over, I'm leaving first." The four suddenly looked at Ning Yang, and when they were about to speak, Ning Yang turned and took a step, ready to leave.

Yao Junhao hurriedly bowed to salute, and Xing Yingwei and the other two precious soldiers also saluted, "Respectfully send the Lord Shenbingshi."

"Hahaha, are you the kid who became a magic weapon master through the back door?" At this moment, a ridicule sounded.

Ning Yang stopped leaving, turned around slowly, and looked at a place under the ring.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and then retreated to the side, revealing the figure of a young man in Chinese clothes.

"What's the matter with you?" Ning Yang's uncharacteristic voice sounded, as if he didn't care about someone slandering him.

"Seven days later, there will be a magic weapon refining contest once a month. This prince hopes you will play, and then this prince will defeat you personally!" The Chinese clothing youth spoke casually, and it seemed that defeating Ning Yang was an extremely easy task.

Chapter 69: Earning Contribution Points Second, Seeking Collection and Recommendation

As soon as the words "this prince" were uttered, the surrounding crowds boiled again.

"It's Prince Thirteen!" The sharp-eyed person recognized his identity and exclaimed in surprise.

"Why did Prince Thirteen come here?"

"As a royal family and also a closed disciple of one of the three vice-chairmen of the Refining Masters Association, why would the Thirteenth Prince pay attention to the refining duel of the precious weapons of the district?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh, I heard that the Refining Masters Association recently released a refining master who was eighteen or nineteen years old and became the February Magic Master in the first assessment. He broke the record of the Refining Masters Association. It seems that he is the young man on stage. "

"Oh, he is the refiner? No wonder. The previous record was held by the Thirteen Prince. The twenty-year-old January God soldier is now the February God soldier."

After being promoted to the supernatural power realm, the insight ability of the divine soul power became more refined and powerful. Ning Yang just listened for a while and got a general idea from the crowd of discussions.

"I will participate in the Shenbing Master Refining Competition in seven days, but the goal is not you, but the champion!" Ning Yang said softly with a weak expression on you.

"Hmph, it's not bad to talk about it, let's see the real chapter under your hand!" The Thirteenth Prince was itchy by Ning Yang's tone.

"Let's talk if you can meet me." Ning Yang shrugged indifferently and turned to leave.

"Huh!" The thirteen prince snorted again, and walked away.

...

Back to the lobby on the first floor of the Refining Masters Association, Ning Yang asked the waiter at the counter to hand over the task of refining the jury.