The three of them left this place without thinking about coming back. Now, it is a blessing that Zhuang Bufan can let them leave.

At the mouth of the magma, Zhuang Bufan got the news from the young pangolin king that the three of them left, and did not want to come back to fight him.

In this way, Zhuang Bufan felt relieved. Looking at the fiery red magma, he said, "Okay, I have to seize the time to condense this life fire."

Zhuang Bufan was not sure whether these three people would come back with help, but even if they came back, Zhuang Bufan had already left here and disappeared.

Zhuang Bufan rubbed his hands, exhaled his breath, and then sat cross-legged on the rock, concentrating his concentration and reminiscing about the experience of condensing the fire of his natal energy that he felt on Zhou Tai.

This time, he sucked all the nearby pure fire spiritual energy into his body and used his tendons to temper it.

In the past, he did not do this because he belonged to the Ice Spirit Root, and it was very difficult to condense the fire spirit energy.

Now, with experience, he had to continue to compress the already thin fire spirit energy.

As the Ice Spirit Root, it is very difficult for him to do this.

However, he has experience, and his strong body, and his absorption of spiritual energy is faster than that of ordinary monks, so he can do this.

Finally, with pure fire spirit, I came to the Dantian and was pressed by the cyclone, making it even more rare.

This made Zhuang Bufan dissatisfied. If he wanted to do this, he didn't know when it would end.

When he thought of this, Zhuang Bufan absorbed spiritual energy a little faster, making the spiritual energy in this space boil and gathered all into his body.

In this way, Zhuang Bufan's excitement was stopped, and the fire in his body burned little by little.

Zhuang Bufan continued to attack. The failure just now was what he expected, and this time, he must succeed.

The fire spirit was compressed by the cyclone and immediately gushed out like a crater, making Zhuang Bufan feel happy.

Above the cyclone, Zhuang Bufan saw a trace of natal fire appearing, just like what he saw in Zhou Tai.

This made Zhuang Bufan very happy, "Sure enough, I succeeded!"

The voice is not loud, but it is extremely joyful, which makes people feel empathetic after listening to it.

A ball of white flame stayed in Zhuang Bufan's dantian, which was different from Zhou Tai's. Zhou Tai's fire red and the same color as the flame.

And he is milky white, like the ice spirit roots he is used to use, with charming colors.

Zhuang Bufan smiled and took a deep breath. A white lotus flame appeared in his hand, beautiful and mysterious. In this cave, it looked so alternative.

Zhuang Bufan stood up with a breath of breath and looked at the place. There was nothing to be left to nostalgic for, only to continue moving forward.

With this natal fire, Zhuang Bufan had the next thing to do was much simpler, which was to integrate his sword into his body.

However, it is very difficult to do this and you must make sufficient preparations, otherwise, you will most likely fail.

This failure, unlike the previous one, will definitely be painful.

However, this time Zhuang Bufan didn't need to stay here. He needed some time to improve his refining level, give himself a certain refining level, and allow himself to achieve the strength in his fusion body.

Only in this way can Zhuang Bufan have a certain strength, make himself feel extremely excited, and integrate this set of weapons together.

Zhuang Bufan hurried out, looking at the sky, the clouds did not change much when they came in, and his face was full of fighting spirit.

"Roar! I, Zhuang Bufan, can definitely do it. It is not difficult for me to fusion weapons. Now I have my natal fire and I don't believe that my comprehension will disappear here."

After Zhuang Bufan finished speaking, he shook his arm and left.

Not many people will come to this Baimai Ling Mine.

Soon, perhaps in an unexpected distress, the mine cave appeared and what happened here appeared again.

Zhuang Bufan hurried to another city, and while walking, he was looking at the books in his hand, which read about the knowledge about refining weapons, especially about the fusion of magic weapons, which made him even more fascinated.

Therefore, Zhuang Bufan stayed in the house and was always studying it. In addition, he bought some refining materials and studied it carefully.

This city is the most active city for merchants. Zhuang Bufan didn't know at first, so he just wanted to find a place to settle down and was preparing to go to the royal city of Yan State.

After all, it would be a pity to come to Yan State and not go to see what the royal city of Yan State looks like.

Zhuang Bufan took advantage of the afternoon to go to the training room in the city, and most of the rooms were prohibited to prevent explosions.

This allowed Zhuang Bufan to develop it with confidence, so under such circumstances, Zhuang Bufan began to refine the first weapon in his life.

What he wanted to practice was a sword, small, less than three inches long.

But for him, this is quite difficult.

You should know that the path to refining weapons is not because you have the natal fire, so you can rest assured. You also need to practice diligently and your talent for refining weapons.

Zhuang Bufan has a good understanding. After seven days of preparation, he feels good about himself and thinks that he can refine a weapon. As for what exactly, it is still unknown.

Zhuang Bufan sat cross-legged on the blanket, manipulating a milky white flame in his hand, and threw some refining materials into the furnace.

Looking at the materials in the furnace, after his natal fire burned, it finally improved, which greatly increased Zhuang Bufan's confidence and continued to put materials on it.

As his attention continued to bet on it, he gradually became familiar with the weapon refining techniques he kept recalling in his memory. It seemed that nothing was wrong. This satisfied him and continued to put the materials in. At the same time, he threw a small sword into it.

This small sword is a weapon of mortal iron, the lowest level, and is a weapon made by a blacksmith with mortal iron, which is not uncommon.

However, this is about the world of warriors. If you look at it in the eyes of ordinary people, it is still pretty good.

The main reason why Zhuang Bufan chose this small sword is that it is easy to refine and has a strong tolerance. It is the favorite weapon of weapon refining apprentices.

As a person who wants to learn from himself, Zhuang Bufan naturally has to learn from his predecessors and explore slowly.

Zhuang Bufan continued to invest his time and energy, and made this small sword change in the furnace.

Of course, the small sword floats in the furnace and is soaked in various materials.

Those who can do this are generally warriors in the warrior realm, and Zhuang Bufan is a skilled person in the mastery of weapons.

In the Martial Arts, there is the art of controlling objects. Such profound martial arts can naturally be used smoothly here.

It has to be said that Zhuang Bufan has a unique understanding of understanding the relationship between things.

All of this went smoothly, allowing Zhuang Bufan to continue to control it with his breath.

When Zhuang Bufan was about to merge the green liquid in the refining material with the small sword to give it a different quality, he found that they repelled each other and had some problems.

Immediately afterwards, the little sword showed an unstable state, turbulent and extremely impactful.

This made Zhuang Bufan pursed his lips tightly. He wanted to control it but couldn't control it, so he had to give up.

Bang……

An explosion was caused in the furnace, deafening, but the small sword was already a disabled person and nothing worth nostalgia.

Zhuang Bufan looked at this scene and felt unwilling, "What's going on? I obviously follow what the book says, step by step, why are you still wrong? Could it be that I can't control my temperature well?"
Chapter completed!