When the other four people heard this, they all walked up quickly, and when they saw that it was really as Zhuo Yifan said, they also showed smiling faces. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhuo Song then ordered someone to take out the black stone and stone water under the Shennong Ding, and with the passage of time, the heat slowly receded, and the incomparably red body gradually changed back to its original color.

The unbearable heat around the area also dropped.

"This Ding is really powerful, the Zen staff that is so difficult to melt can be melted, and there is not even a trace of residue. Now Master, his old man can rest assured!" Zhuo Yifan made up his mind.

"Yes, we've finally completed our mission!" Huya's little face tilted up, looking very proud.

"This is all the credit of our Ding, without our Shennong Ding in Bashan, can you complete the task?" Yu Qingqiu said with a pretty smile: "Our Bashan Ding, everything in the world can be melted, not I blow, Shennong Ding ranks second, and there is no one who dares to rank first!"

Zhuo Yifan pursed his lips speechlessly, he really convinced her, just praise a few words, but Yu Qingqiu's complacent appearance at this time can be proud.

Seeing Zhuo Yifan pouting, Yu Qingqiu frowned and said, "Zhuo Yifan, what is your expression, are you unconvinced?"

Zhuo Yifan hurriedly nodded and said, "I'm convinced, I admit that Bashan's Shennong Ding is not good!"

"Count it as fast as you admit it, otherwise I'll throw you into the ding!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhuo Song's expression was a little lonely, he kept staring at his furnace, the furnace was still smelting flying meteorites, but there was still no change, Zhuo Song was very disappointed.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" asked Zhuo Yifan with concern.

"Fan'er, I'm afraid that my father won't be able to forge a good sword in his lifetime!" Zhuo Song said sadly.

"Dad, no, the meteorites have all been obtained, and the sword forging is not a matter of a few breaths. Seeing that his father was depressed, Zhuo Yifan was relieved.

Zhuo Song threw his eyes on the burning furnace and said worriedly: "Fan'er, it is true that there are meteorites, but they have not melted for several months, and my father is very worried." ”

He took a deep breath and sighed again: "At such a speed, even if my father uses up the second half of his life, it is estimated that it will be difficult to extract high-grade molten iron, let alone talk about forging a good sword!

Zhuo Yifan followed his father's gaze, the hard flying meteorite was still lying quietly in the furnace, although it was wrapped in raging fire, it was still the same as before, and even the color did not change in the slightest.

Although Zhuo Yifan has not personally participated in sword casting since he was a child, he knows more or less that the most important thing to cast a good sword is the material for casting the sword, and the high-grade meteorite is the best material for casting the sword, which can be said to be unattainable.

For example, the vortex sword, which is cast by a high-quality meteorite, is amazingly powerful after the sword is completed, and it has also achieved the reputation of Zhuo Yifan's grandfather Mu Liangsheng's "a touch of red".

"Dad, didn't you say that my grandfather's sword was also cast from a high-grade meteorite? How can it be smelted in the same furnace, that meteorite can be melted, and why can't this one?" Zhuo Yifan said curiously.

Hearing what his son said, Zhuo Song turned around and said, "In the past few months, in order to melt this meteorite, my father has also consulted some books. There have been many records of meteorites that are part of the gods of the heavens, and for some reason, they fell off from the original gods, and their broken stones are said to have mysterious powers, and this power will gradually be consumed with the passage of time. ”

Zhuo Song said: "The meteorite that forged the Vortex Sword, I heard that it has been sleeping at the bottom of the valley of the Western Regions for thousands of years, maybe even longer, and most of the aura has already been dissipated, so it is so easy to smelt. ”

He looked back at the flying meteorite in the furnace again, and said in a deep voice: "This meteorite has just fallen from the sky to the world, and it has only been in the world for a short period of more than 100 years.

"Master Zhuo Zhuang, since it is so difficult to melt, isn't Bashan's Shennong Ding very powerful? I think I must be able to melt it!"

"Yes, Dad, I think it's okay!" Zhuo Yifan echoed.

After all, the flying meteorite has been smelted for so long, but it has not changed in the slightest, which makes Zhuo Song look very anxious.

Zhuo Song thought for a while, since the Zen staff can be melted down, melting meteorites shouldn't be a problem, and now it can't be so much, so the dead horse should be a live horse doctor!

Zhuo Song retracted his thoughts, looked at Yu Qingqiu, and said, "Young Master Yu, this Shennong Ding is so powerful, I wonder if you can lend me to smelt this stone?"

Yu Qingqiu didn't respond immediately, but looked at Lin Qingyi, Huya, and Zhuo Yifan.

She paused, and then said, "Yes, I see that your side has not melted down after burning for several months, and I don't know what kind of stone is so powerful in it." But no matter how powerful it is, Bashan's Shennong Ding will definitely be able to melt it down. ”

Zhuo Song nodded and smiled: "I hope it is as you say!"

After that, Zhuo Song cooled the burning furnace and put the molten material into the Shennong Ding.

Although meteorites are celestial stones, they are also a kind of stones, and there is a theory that some stones are gold, that is, the properties of some stones are consistent with the properties of metals.

Therefore, the position of Shennong Ding does not need to be changed, as long as it is followed by the method of melting the Zen staff.

Everything has begun, and Zhuo Song will set the bottom of the Ding on fire again.

Then the four of them stared closely at the burning Shennong Ding, while Zhuo Song was in the forging pavilion, pacing back and forth, very uneasy.

As the temperature rises, after three days and three nights, the meteorite begins to shrink and soften like a frosted eggplant, and gradually oozes liquid from the surface.

It didn't take long for the contents of the tripod to be completely melted into liquid, bubbling with bubbles.

"Dad, the meteorite has melted!" Zhuo Yifan shouted.

Zhuo Song, who was already worried, hurriedly walked up, heard the sound of bubbles rolling, and his nervous face finally showed a smile.

"Great, it's really providential, the glorious day of our Xuantie Mountain Villa is coming!" Zhuo Song said excitedly.

As the bubbles pop louder and louder, more and more liquid comes out. Under the white smoke, inside the boiling liquid, there seemed to be a few water snakes tumbling, stirring the liquid surface. Originally, it was only a small amount of liquid, but under the tumbling of unknown objects, it was a bit like a tsunami with a huge sea rising in the ding.

Stirring and stirring, blood-red bubbles, bursting sounds, and a heavy wail, like a tiger being wounded, creepy. Like a wolf, it whines in the cold night.

I watched the dark red molten iron, which was tumbling like blood, and from time to time there was something like a turtle floating and roaming.

Yu Qingqiu and Lin Qingyi were both shocked, but they turned their heads elsewhere and didn't dare to look at it again. (To be continued.) )