In the eyes of others, Fang Yuan’s actions at this time were really boring!

They didn't know the weight of the sky hammer in Fang Yuan's hand, but they saw him holding a sledgehammer and smashing it down one after another. It was so simple that it was outrageous. As time went by, even the thought of watching the fun became weak, and some even yawned...

If Fang Yuan hadn't had the three previous leaders, his performance was too amazing, and in everyone's hearts, he would have had some mysterious aura, so he would not dare to underestimate him, for fear of showing his timidity in front of others. At this time, someone might have been drinking the lottery.

But Fang Yuan said that this seemingly boring task was not so easy to do. Every time he fell, the power consumed was more than ten times as expected by others. More importantly, he still needed to adjust his strength at any time, grasp the rhythm carefully, and tighten his nerves, which increased Fang Yuan's physical strength and spiritual thoughts exponentially...

One after another, each one was filled with indescribable difficulties!

When he hit three hours, the piece of cooked iron was almost forged out all the impurities and became extremely pure. At this time, the two elders of the Refining Feng had already begun to add some other materials to it.

At first glance, they all seem to be ordinary things, such as gold essence, silver marrow, some spiritual liquid, and even some wood and carbon ash. After adding these things, Fang Yuan's hammer method requires faster, more stable, and his mind is tighter. He strictly controls the rise and fall of each hammer, bit by bit, forging these things into the cooked iron, making it difficult to separate them...

Another hour passed, they began to add some blood refined by secret techniques.

Another hour passed, they set up a spiritual gathering array around them, luring the huge spiritual energy over.

Another hour passed, they began to quench with spiritual liquid...

...

...

It was originally a piece of pig iron, or even a piece of iron ore, but with Fang Yuan's constant forging and blessing and adjustment of the treasure maker Refining Feng, it gradually changed its luster. At first, it became colorful, but in the end, it became a deep black. Then in the end, blood patterns appeared on the black iron, flashing with a strange luster...

From morning to the scorching noon, to dusk filled with sunset...

From dusk to midnight deep in the night...

From midnight to Dongbai again, a piece of white fish appeared...

Even the monks watching the exam around him didn't know how many of them had left and came back, but Fang Yuan was doing something repeatedly, that was, the hammer was lifted and dropped, with precise force, hitting the black iron with no difference.

"The last step..."

Nine hours have passed, and the black iron has become a kind of life that seems to have its own life. As the hammer rises and falls, it constantly shrinks, and it swallows and spits up a large amount of spiritual energy and is dark and white. At this time, Xu Jiaojiao's face also became serious, staring at the black iron for a while, then suddenly spoke gently, and stood in front of the iron.

Fang Yuan was already sweating profusely and was wet with his green robe at this time, but his hand holding the hammer was still as stable as ever.

He nodded to Xu Jiaojiao, saying that there was no problem.

Xu Jiaojiao also looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she was a little guilty, but soon she returned to peace. She focused on the black iron, then held the incense in both hands, and looked pious. After Fang Yuan knocked it down with a hammer, she bowed to the black iron.

Then, Fang Yuan knocked it down with another hammer, and she bowed to the mysterious iron again.

Every hammer, pray!

The rules she bowed seemed to have a subtle connection with the rhythm of Fang Yuan falling hammer...

This strange scene immediately attracted the surprise of the people around.

At this time, on the treasure refining platform, other great Taoist sects and treasure refiners had already started the next step. Some had already begun to build sword embryos, and some had even begun to engrave the magic array on the sword body. They were close to the successful sword casting, but only the only one of the swords was. Now that the iron has not been completed, let alone the sword casting, this immediately made the sword look unique!

"What exactly is the shopkeeper Xu from the Refining Feng doing?"

The layman naturally couldn't understand what Xu Jiaojiao did, and felt that it became more and more strange, looked at each other and whispered.

But some insiders couldn't help but feel moved: "Is it the method of refining the Feng Huo in ancient times?"

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding..."

In the eyes of countless people, Fang Yuan didn't notice it, but focused his attention on the rhythm of his hammering. His physical fatigue and fatigue were forcibly suppressed. He hardly regarded his body as his own. He just used his strong control to make every hammer knocking strictly follow the dead force determined in the big wind-splashing hammer technique...

Xu Jiaojiao also held the green fragrance in her hand and bowed gently.

The green fragrance seems to be specially made, burning very slowly, but it will always come to an end.

Almost an hour passed, and the green fragrance in Xu Jiaojiao's hand was almost burning out...

At this time, Fang Yuan's big wind-splashing hammer technique was almost done, and he began the last hammer...

He took a deep breath, but he slowly exhaled it, then raised his almost numb arms and fell heavily, but when he touched the black iron, he instantly retracted 77% of the force, just a little on the black iron...

Xu Jiaojiao also bowed for the last time at this time, leaning in front of the furnace without looking up!

All around were quiet, everyone held their breath and looked at the black iron quietly...

"Swish..."

After the iron black iron was quiet for a few breaths, the divine light suddenly surged.

It seemed as if some kind of divine power surged out of the black iron and rushed straight into the sky. Then a hidden force field expanded into all directions, causing countless people around to buzz and tremble, as if they were experiencing a sense of awe. The following was the piece of black iron. The entire color changed, and it turned into a white and red color...

That color, slightly glowing, crystal clear, as if a god was flying around that piece of iron...

“Wow…”

Seeing this scene, whether it was the reference person around, the onlookers, or the examiner, they all opened their eyes wide, leaned forward, and looked at the black iron tightly, their lips trembling slightly: "Shen Iron?"

They finally understood why the Refining Feng spent so much time smelting iron this time.

I finally understood why the shopkeeper Xu, the Lianfeng, held the Qingxiang to worship this piece of black iron...

They are actually refining the divine iron!

The test of artifacts provides pig iron ore, which is the most common. Therefore, almost every person who references first refines this pig iron ore into black iron and then uses it to make swords. However, the sharpest refining tip is the most fierce. They not only refined the black iron, but also refined the black iron into divine iron. Only then did they come to make swords. So who else can compare with them?

It can be said that this great test of weapon arts was over the moment the Refining Feng Hu refined the divine iron!

"call……"

Countless screams and discussions sounded around, as if a swarm of bees exploded and spread suddenly.

At this time, Fang Yuan also put down the giant hammer and gently raised his head.

At this moment, he felt a little dizzy, as if the world was spinning, and the whole world was turned upside down.

"Are you losing your strength?"

He also felt a little bitterly smiled in his heart: "Hao Zhudan monk, has he actually lost his strength?"

While holding this idea, he couldn't help but fall back gently.

However, the Lianfenghao was obviously prepared. An elder behind him had already come close to him and gently supported him. Then he saw Xu Jiaojiao gently looking at the divine iron, and his eyes slowly turned towards him, saying, "Mr. Fang, you have exhausted your energy today to help me Lianfenghao achieve the divine iron, and will be destined to become famous in the four realms. This kind of Lianfenghao will never be forgotten, and you will be rewarded for all disasters!"

As she said that, she and the other elder on the stage stood up and respectfully gave Fang Yuan a salute.

"It's easy to say, they are all... they are all their own family..."

Fang Yuanqiang cheered up and waved his hand, trying to smile, but found that his cheeks were a little sore.

"this……"

Xu Jiaojiao was a little annoyed when she heard the words of her family, but the other party could not say anything serious, so she had to say, "Help Mr. Fang down and rest first!"

The refining of the weapon was not over yet, so she naturally wanted to continue making the sword embryo and inscribe the runes.

But Fang Yuan didn't insist, he really didn't have the strength to continue standing here.

Seeing Fang Yuan being helped off the stage by an elder, the cultivators watching the battle were also complicated. Someone couldn't help but sigh: "I just fought for ten hours and almost fainted from exhaustion. This green robe's body was a little weak..."

Some people also said with great understanding: "Look at the leader of his formation, the elixir and the treasures, you can see that he is extremely smart and has put a lot of effort into the various paths. However, after working hard on these knowledge and practicing, you will naturally be distracted. Pay attention to not going too far. Just look at his intelligence, but only after he has only ended up with a mixed elixir cultivation, you can see what is expected..."

"But if he is so weak, will he still take the Kendo exam?"

"Haha, does he still need to take the Kendo exam?"

Someone sighed in a deep voice: "He is the first to be the leader of the four paths..."

"Four leaders?"

When people around him heard this title, they nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, these are already the leader of the four paths..."

Some people also heard this and hesitated: "He only got a big test of the art of art, and he was the leader of the four arts?"

The people around him immediately glared at this person with different opinions, with contempt: "If the four leaders of the four leaders helped to make iron, do you think the Refining Feng can refine the magical iron? Without the Divine Iron, the Refining Feng Has hope to seize the Dao leader of this weapon?"

There was a voice of consent immediately around him: "Yes, yes, this statement makes sense..."

"Oh, a genius is a genius. Even if you make a blacksmith, you can even make a piece of divine iron..."
Chapter completed!