The next day, at around 5:40 p.m., Mike Xiaoyuan and Qin Heqing appeared in the shed.

In front of him was a large imperial pill with a yellow cloth strip drawn by a kind of mantra wrapped all over his body, and all kinds of spiritual materials and iron materials that would be needed later, and the magic refining tools were placed aside, wet or dry or melted or hard, waiting for the two of them to use them at any time.

At the same time, Qin Heqing stood calmly beside the chopping board, holding a small square-headed hammer that was also engraved with the stripes of the magic circle, standing quietly to the side, waiting for Mike Xiaoyuan's call.

"Whew!"

Mike ignited the spell and waited for time.

One minute.

Two points.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

Finally, more than twenty minutes later, the sky was dark, yin and yang were mixed, and the heaven and earth changed at different times, and Mike Xiaoyuan, who had been standing by the stove for a long time, quickly moved, lifted the big imperial pill wrapped around the yellow stripe spell and sent it into the furnace, and burned the sword body of the great imperial pill with the curse fire in the furnace.

"Whew!"

The blazing heat was steaming, and a dazzling yellow light came out of the probe of the furnace.

However, it was the spell belt wrapped around the Great Imperial Pill that was ignited, activating the spirituality of the spell on the Charm Belt, making it work miraculously, like a protective shell, gradually infiltrating into the Great Imperial Pill, restraining the new and ignorant spirituality of the Great Imperial Pill and protecting it.

Then the high temperature is transmitted into the blade, vibrating the molecules, and melting the blade until the blade becomes red, and when it is not melted, Mike Xiaoyuan violently pulls out the large imperial pill that has changed the state and puts it into a mold with a small groove on the side.

"Material!" Mike Xiaoyuan shouted.

"Yes!" Qin Heqing, who had already received a reminder in advance and knew what he should do at this time, did not hesitate, immediately picked up a certain liquid material on the side and slowly poured it towards the Great Imperial Pill......

"Boom ......" The sound of a hot iron hitting the water sounded, and the Great Mimaru was shrouded in blazing white smoke.

"Go on." Mike said.

Then Mike Xiaoyuan stepped aside, picked up a dry and solid ingredient and sent it into the furnace, and took advantage of Qin Heqing's time to add materials to improve the quality of the Great Imperial Pill blade, and melted it into red molten iron, then took it out, and poured the molten iron into the groove after Qin Heqing had finished pouring a certain material.

"Phew!"

Then Mike Xiaoyuan clamped an iron buckle with an iron clip and buckled it on the mold, completely sealing the big imperial pill.

A faint red light appeared, and it seemed that some kind of spiritual energy began to converge, bypassing Qin Heqing, and pouring into the mold through the exposed window of the mold, mixing into the iron material of the blade.

Until a moment later. Mike Xiaoyuan opened the iron cover, and used the iron clamp to take out the big imperial pill that was still red at this time and had not completely cooled down, but had changed its form, and put it back on the cutting board, lifted the spiritual power sledgehammer, and smashed it one by one.

"Hammer!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

One after another, until the thick blade was flattened again and the shape returned to its original appearance again, Mike Xiaoyuan and Qin Heqing stopped their hands, sprinkled some powder, and sent the Great Imperial Pill back into the furnace to boil.

This was repeated countless times until the materials for preparation were exhausted, and the moon was in the middle of the day, and the time came late at night. But the process of casting the knife still did not stop, but became more tense than before, in addition to forging is melting, over and over again, as if back to ancient times, casting the so-called famous knife of hundreds of refining and forging, there is no end!

And it's more exhausting than that.

As for the reason?

Naturally, it's because the Great Mimaru is not an ordinary knife, and the casting method used by Mike Ohara is not an ordinary casting method, but a technique called Spirit Forging! While hammering the weapon, the spiritual power is delivered to the knife body in a fixed way, and the spirituality of the knife material is activated, so that it becomes more lively and close to its own spiritual power pulsation.

Therefore, as the main forging master, Mike Xiaoyuan is not doing well, but Qin Heqing, who has an excellent physique, has become sweating profusely and his eyes are full of exhaustion.

But you can't stop! Because the casting of the knife required a drum of energy, Qin Heqing could only emptie himself with his spirit, and use the power of the elixir stored in the demon refining pot to convey spiritual power to the Great Imperial Pill and improve the sword material.

In this way, time passed, and it was dawn again in a blink of an eye.

Finally, Mike Xiaoyuan, who was tired after a night of iron, let Qin Heqing go and said the word "can".

Immediately, after Mike Xiaoyuan repaired it, the Great Imperial Pill that already had a perfect shape was re-sent into the furnace and burned it red, and then he took out the treasure knife and inserted it into the quenching liquid mixed with several kinds of spiritual materials and even one hundred CC of fresh blood of Qin and Qing, and carried out the final quenching and soul absorption for it.

"Phew!"

In an instant, there was another sound of hot iron meeting water, and the Great Imperial Pill was completely submerged in the pitch-black solution.

"Alright, let's go rest, and wait until noon for the final process." Mike Xiaoyuan stretched his waist and said to Qin Heqing.

"Okay."

Then Qin Heqing and Mike Xiaoyuan turned around and returned to the house, each found a corner to rest, and left Yue'er alone to continue to guard outside, in case there was any accident during the quenching of the Great Imperial Pill, which affected the quality of the entire knife.

……

Fortunately, everything went well, and the two slept peacefully until noon, only then did they wake up to the noise of the pre-scheduled alarm clock.

"Refresh, get ready for the final work." Mike reminded him.

"Okay." Qin He washed his face before following him outside the house and into the shed.

However, Mike Xiaoyuan, who arrived first, ignored him, but took out the Great Imperial Pill from the quenching liquid with a tool on his own, gently smashed the solidified residue stuck on it with a small object, and carefully checked the state of the blade, and then handed the Great Imperial Pill to Qin Heqing.

"You'll do the rest of the striker." Mike Xiaoyuan said simply.

"Huh!?" Qin Heqing was stunned and turned his head to look at him.

Kaifeng said simply, but if you do it well, it is the same as striking iron, there are countless techniques in it.

What's more, it is still to open the edge of the spirit knife, Qin Heqing doesn't think that the method of sharpening the kitchen knife he knows can be used in this.

"Don't worry, I'll be there to guide you." Mike Xiaoyuan, who knew what Qin Heqing was worried about, said calmly.

In this way, Qin Heqing was relieved, walked to the stone platform on the side, and began the work of cutting the blade.

"Bang. Cha. Cha. Boom ......"

Again and again, Qin Heqing gradually immersed himself in the work of sharpening the knife.

"Don't just grind, let go of the spirit, and communicate with the sleeping spirit in the knife while sharpening, and awaken it." Mike Xiaoyuan did not forget his duty, and after teaching the basic skills of opening the knife, he mentioned it on the side.

Although Qin Heqing didn't speak, he began to release his spiritual thoughts as he said, to feel the existence of the Great Imperial Pill Sword Spirit, and to communicate with it with the spiritual people.

"Bang. Cha. Cha. Boom ......"

The mountain wind was silent, and it seemed that only the sound of knives rubbing echoed throughout the mountain forest.