Chapter 433: Student Li is probably sick

The two old men had seen many iron fine hundred-refined long swords, and it was not a strange thing. However, this sword surprised them, but it was not the shape or material.

But the forging method.

"The texture is so even and tight."

"The forging pattern of these layers of mountains is also so beautiful, as if the water waves are condensed in one direction..."

bite--

Elder Zeng stretched out his finger and flicked it lightly, and the long sword sounded the sound of Qingyue sword.

"Okay, excellent. This is definitely a sharp weapon, and it is the best among them."

"This is the first time I can achieve such results when forging a soldier. I've only seen this in my lifetime!"

Elder Zeng has no shortage of famous swords, but looking at this high-quality iron sword, his eyes are full of love.

"Bring it to you."

Elder Hanhe took the sword and looked at it carefully, making tut sounds from time to time.

Well, okay, this weapon is infused with soul.

Every inch was filled with hard work, and that kid really did it in one breath! And it’s better than I imagined.

"It seems that you took my words to heart."

"Hmph, if it weren't for the 놖놅 Five Elements Smelting Method, how could the iron essence be tempered and quenched five times?"

Elder Zeng raised his chin and emphasized.

The strengths of the artist's skills were perfectly integrated in this boy.

The two old men looked at each other and seemed to know what the other wanted to say.

After all, this guy is young. If I give him full marks, I'm afraid of being proud.

Moreover, this sword is not in the most perfect state.

At least, there is still a gap compared to what we cast.

"Theoretically speaking, the best iron essence can be used to forge famous weapons, but the sword you forged for the first time is a top-grade sharp weapon."

"There are still a few places where you are lacking."

"All ears."

Li Mo put down the hammer and listened carefully.

This is the life experience of a senior craftsman, which can only be accumulated over time, rather than martial arts, and martial arts insights may not be deduced.

"First, you don't know enough about 'sword weapons'. When forging various types of weapons, the methods and emphasis are not the same..."

Elder Hanhe and Elder Zeng, you started commenting with every word.

at last.

Elder Zeng concluded:

"One more thing, I can't blame you, it's the quenching material."

"You used this quenching oil many times in a short period of time, causing the oil temperature to be too high. Therefore, the last quenching did not achieve the expected internal effect. Otherwise, the quality of this iron sword will be improved to a higher level."

"Xiao Mo...Xiao Mo?"

At this time, Elder Zeng noticed that Blacksmith Xiao Li was a little distracted, so he waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Li Mo's eyes were spinning a little, and his whole body was swollen and he said:

"It seems that the temperature can't be lowered, not just the sword."

"Um?"

"And 놖."

"Huh?? Hiss..."

Elder Hanhe poked Li Mo's shoulder and found that his body was burning like a red-hot iron, but the temperature of the fire veins was already high, so they never noticed...

"Go away, why does this kid look like a gangbang?"

"놛Is this refining weapons or refining yourself?"

It is actually not unreasonable to say that it is training oneself.

The Divine Treasure Hundred Refiners are meant to be tempered together with oneself...

"No, we can't go on like this..."

A great craftsman, a master forger, with a solemn expression, reached a consensus after a long silence.

I need to ‘quench the fire’ for classmate Xiao Li.

then....

The two old men lifted up the new blacksmith Xiao Li one after another.

Plop——

놛 was thrown into the extreme yang of the fire vein, and began to transform into the extreme yin 놅the cold pool.

"Damn it, Xiao Mo seems to be sinking!" Elder Zeng leaned back slightly.

This special 꼊놚 has been soaked for so long that not even a hair is left.

Elder Hanhe was in a hurry: "Hurry up! Aren't you good at catching fish? Hurry up and catch it for me!"

Elder Zeng blew his beard and glared: "Fart, I'm just taking a break from the busy schedule. You are obviously the best at catching fish!"

"Every time I fished for the Air Force, I jumped into the water and fished it out, pretending that I was fishing for it myself. It's shameless!"

Obviously.

For this very new quenching, the two old men had little experience.

...

In the evening, it was slightly cold in early spring, and the dead leaves of the big banyan tree in the courtyard rustled. The coldness changed from physical damage to magical damage, drilling into the bones.

At this point, Qiushui Pavilion abnormally did not emit smoke, making it even more deserted.

Because our Chef Li is probably sick.

He was already hard when he was carried back by Elder Hanhe, and now he is wrapped in a blanket, sitting there shivering with dull eyes, and his eyebrows are frozen.

And Qin Dajiao, Shang Wu, was surrounding him with doubts on his face.

"Yesterday it was so angry that it felt like it was burning. Why did it freeze into popsicles today?"

"I don't know either."

Li Mo was also a little confused.

He only remembered that after tempering his physical body with the divine treasure, he struck a sharp sword and then his eyes darkened and he fainted.

It should be... I was so angry that I fainted?

But why is it covered in ice now?

And not only was he covered in ice, but he also felt like there was a fire burning in his body.

놛Now that I say that I am a cool young man, no one can refute...

"Wait a moment."

Shang Wu scratched his head and walked into the room. When he came back, he had a cup in his hand.

You can smell the slightly pungent smell of alcohol inside.

"Take it."

"Huh? This is some kind of medicinal wine 꼊..."

Li Mo was stunned and took it.

"No, the wine tastes better when it's iced."

"?"

As expected, we cannot expect Master to be reliable all the time.

"Let me take a look."

Qin Yuzhi, Qin Dajiao, has a serious face, as if he is very professional, and he is like an old Chinese doctor taking the pulse.

Then his brows slowly wrinkled.

As we all know, Qin Jiaoyu is well-informed. Li Mo saw her frown and couldn't help feeling nervous:

"놖What's going on?"

"Hiss... your symptoms are actually the yin from the highest yang!" Qin Yuzhi's eyes widened.

"!"

Li Mo shivered, not sure whether it was because he was cold or frightened.

Didn’t you say yesterday that you were just a little angry? Isn’t that still far behind?

Why is it that today the yang is suddenly yin?

"I'm just teasing you, haha, are you scared?"

"So 놖doesn't mean that the highest yang generates yin?"

"I didn't come to see him because he doesn't know how to treat a doctor at all."

"...This is a scam!"

Li Mo's head was covered with black lines.

No wonder Qin Yuzhi slept in the Yunmeng Underground Palace for so long, and no one tried to wake her up. It is hard to say that the believers were not intentional and careless.

You two are a little reliable, but you are not completely unreliable!

놛I feel that staying in Qiushui Pavilion again is the same as going to the hospital with a cold in my previous life.

There was nothing wrong originally, but Qin Yuzhi and Shang Wu might have to do something about it.

놛 took a deep breath, held up his stiff body, and prepared to go to Danding Peak to see Mr. Xue. Although 놛 felt that he was not very serious, nothing major would happen for the time being.

I'm just afraid that over time, something will really go wrong.

But at this moment, there was a crisp sound of footsteps coming from the attic stairs.

Li Mo paused, looked back, and saw Fairy Han's cold and refined face.

Ying Bing looked at classmate Xiao Li at the first glance and realized that something was wrong. His originally unearthly expression suddenly became more dignified, and his eyebrows wrinkled deeply.

"Li Mo, come and sit down."