After ten small pieces of steel were scrapped, Zhou Yu looked at the time. He started to refine it at around five o'clock. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. It took him two hours. After experiencing these failures, he also gained a lot of experience in refining weapons.

He looked at the Haoran airflow in his body again, and was shocked. The combustion of more than two hours almost exhausted the Haoran airflow in his body that was infinitely close to liquid. You know, he wrote poems with all his strength, and these airflows could almost write dozens of pictures.

If injected into ink grass, it would probably allow dozens of ink grass to grow and grow, but it only lasted for two hours on the transformation of the Great Fire.

No wonder the radio senior asked him to improve his strength. If it were the airflow state before, and there was no point in Haoran's righteous energy that was close to liquid, I would probably not be able to hold on for even twenty minutes.

Zhou Yu shook his head and smiled, withdrew his spiritual sense from his body, raised his head and saw Xiaobao next to him who wanted to get close but was afraid. He couldn't help but smile and retracted the Haoran airflow. The white flames that emerged on the radio slowly went out.

After a while, he slowly approached the radio and found that he could not feel the temperature at all. So he touched it with his hand. The radio was completely the same temperature as before, and he smiled. This radio from his grandma's era seemed to have completely become a powerful artifact.

Putting the radio back into the storage ring, Xiaobao ran over happily, pointed at his stomach and barked twice.

"You little guy, you know how to eat every day." Zhou Yu laughed and cursed, first writing a poem that replied to Haoran's righteousness. Xu Zihuan... Looking at the small aperture of light that kept spinning in his dantian, he took out the alchemy furnace with confidence, stewed some spiritual beast meat, and after eating with the tigers, he took out the radio and prepared to continue refining the weapon.

Now that the Long March has only gone a little bit, it is still far from refining the Fenglei Sword again, so he has to seize every moment to practice.

He didn't refine it in the room, it wasn't that the space was too small, but he was really worried that he would make a mistake in a while and burn the house into air, which would be too fun.

Even the powdered steel was under the fire of greatness, and it lasted for less than a few seconds, not to mention these houses built with bricks and stones.

Back in the **, Zhou Yu placed the radio on the ground, and then took out a piece of 100 kilograms of steel from the storage ring. This time he cut it in half with the Fenglei Sword, one fifty kilograms.

He had summarized the problem of failure before, that is, the time for self-practice is too short. Ten kilograms of steel will turn into molten steel when it goes in, and a mistake will turn into gas. In this way, he will do it again, wasting time and energy.

Therefore, he had to invest fifty kilograms of steel at a time to see how the effect was. If it still couldn't last too long, then he would double it and directly invest 100 kilograms of steel, and he would not believe that he would not have time to exercise.

He looked at the state of the great air flow in his body. He had just eaten for about half an hour, and the small circle formed by poems that restored righteousness could play a replies of about ten minutes.

When he was completely a Haoran gas stream in his body, he could recover one-third of the Haoran gas stream each time. Now, his strength has improved and the effect of the poems he wrote has also improved. However, since the reply is the Haoran gas stream that is infinitely close to the liquid, the reply is still one-third of each time.

However, the effect of using the first time that day was normal. When you use it for the second time, you can only last for seven minutes. The replies were also discounted. It was almost 50% of the total recovery volume before. When it was the third time, you could only persist for five minutes, and the total recovery volume also became 30%.

After eating for thirty minutes, he wrote four replies to the poems. Until now, he has only recovered two-thirds of the great airflow.

Zhou Yu smiled helplessly, and he was thinking about refining weapons all night, but he forgot to convert Haoran Fire and consume his Haoran airflow.

In the world of fairy tale, the spiritual power of immortal cultivators is also very slow to recover, so in battle or when refining alchemy, they will become a clan, and the pills that restore spiritual power are the same as eating sugar beans.

But he is practicing Haoran's righteousness now. Even Wenyuan Pavilion has not produced a pill to restore righteousness. What's wrong with him? No wonder Haoran's righteousness lineage gradually declines. This is incomparable to ordinary immortal cultivators. When fighting against the immortal cultivator, others can be exhausted after they have exhausted their spiritual power. What can you do? You can only wait to die.

His eyes looked at the radio and couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Senior Radio, are there any pills in this world that can restore Haoran's righteousness?"

"Yes, but it's hard to find." The radio replied concisely in his heart.

Zhou Yu laughed out loud. This was the same as saying nothing. He first consumed the Haoran airflow that was replied in his body. He wanted to continue. He couldn't write poems. The reply effect was too weak. It would be better to absorb the spiritual energy in Huanglong Jade. This way, it would be faster to recover.

He once again controlled the Haoran airflow to inject into the radio, and the white flame emerged again. On the dark night, it looked particularly dazzling, and the darkness around seemed to have been driven away.

The radio senior probably wanted to quickly restore his strength and recreate his style back then. Sometimes, he was guessing in his heart what kind of artifact the senior attached to the radio was, or in other words, it was not the spirit of the weapon, but the possession of the soul of a certain immortal.

With a move of his finger, half a fifty kilogram of steel placed on the ground flew into the flames that appeared above the radio again. The moment he touched the flames, they turned into molten steel.

Zhou Yu carefully controlled this ball of molten steel with the weapon refining technique, began to control the flame temperature, and further refined it. Even some rare metals in the fairy world had to do this step.

Although these powdered steels on the earth have undergone some forging processes, the impurities inside them will still exist.

During the refining process, the molten steel inevitably gasified a little, but fortunately it was given time for Zhou Yu to react, and it was not gasified all of them.

Finally, before the Haoran gas flow in his body was almost consumed, Zhou Yu successfully completed the refining of a piece of steel. Looking at the fifty kilograms of steel, less than one kilogram was left, he felt a little crying without tears.
Chapter completed!