The Path to Becoming Immortal

In Ning Ping's opinion, this weapon refining is even more complicated than alchemy.

Of course, if it is an ordinary alchemist, he may think that it is nothing special when looking at weapon refining.

But I will definitely not look at it so superficially. This is also the view of my position. I have already reached the position of a master in alchemy.

Looking back at other ways, of course, the perspective is completely different.

Especially with the Ji family's experience in weapon refining, I know that I cannot underestimate any way.

At this moment, Ning Ping grabbed a straight long sword with one hand and looked at it carefully.

The sword body was uneven when I looked closely, and even the overall proportions looked quite strange.

"Hey..." Is my hands-on ability really not good? Ning Ping sighed.

"Huh..." There was a slight sound beside him at this time.

Ning Ping turned his head and saw that the corpse was covering his mouth with one hand, trying to suppress the sound he had just made.

But the look in his eyes when he looked at the long sword in his hand showed his disdain.

Ning Ping felt slightly embarrassed, and casually raised the long sword in his hand and threw it into the furnace again.

With this fire, the smelting speed was very fast, and when the long sword turned into a pool of fine iron water again.

A force mixed with the power of the soul immediately wrapped it up.

A ball of boiling hot molten iron rolled in the air, and as it slowly cooled, it became longer and longer under the precise control of the power of the soul.

Then a model of a long sword was drawn out, and the drawing process was completed.

Then, taking advantage of the residual heat, a clanging hammer sound rang out again.

Not long after, the tip, blade, hilt, and handle of the long sword appeared one by one - the shaping was completed.

But then, Ning Ping looked at it for a few times, frowned slightly, and threw the newly shaped long sword into the furnace again.

With a light "pop~" sound, Ning Ping took a short sword in his hand, looked at it carefully, and threw it aside.

There were already dozens of waste swords with the same fate.

Refining will also produce waste materials. After many smelting and hammering, the characteristics of the materials have long been unrecognizable.

In this way, the sound in the refining room has never stopped, and even the extremely curious corpse leader often lies down and dozes off.

After the Yuanli is exhausted, it sinks to the bottom of the fairy pond again to practice.

Once it recovers, it will appear in the Tianyan space again.

Day after day, year after year, in a blink of an eye, ten years have passed.

And thirty years have passed in the Tianyan space.

As Ning Ping expected, the bottleneck of cultivation has been broken through silently, and the cultivation continues to grow.

The refining room and the alchemy room have also been combined into one place. Ning Ping found that this furnace fire is also extremely ideal for alchemy.

In the past ten years, he also made a furnace of alchemy in his spare time, which was verified with the refining of the weapon.

He became more and more skilled in alchemy and more and more free, and even had some of Ling Hongjiu's style.

On this day, Ning Ping used a small knife he made to carefully carve a formation on a long sword.

Then, when it was completed, he immediately returned to the sky above the furnace fire and settled down. Gradually, the formation that had just been carved was slowly integrated into the sword body - entering the nourishment.

After a period of nourishment, the long sword slowly radiated red light.

"Buzz..." A low humming sound sounded, and a touch of red light slowly flowed in the sword body.

At this time, Ning Ping suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and the long sword fell into his hand.

The long sword was dark red, with flowing light, and it continued to emit a faint breath of fire spirit power.

Ning Ping casually waved it at a target outside.

A red sword beam shot out immediately, and after hitting the target, it exploded directly, and a ball of flame directly enveloped the entire target.

Ning Ping nodded, and threw the long sword on a weapon rack with satisfaction, and it was already on it.

After adjusting his breath again and returning to the peak, Ning Ping waved his hand, and dozens or hundreds of gray long needles floated in the air.

At this time, the corpse leader, who was originally watching with relish, stared at the hair in the air with a dazed look, and took a step back involuntarily.

That's right, now that everything is ready, Ning Ping wants to refine that set of needle-shaped magic weapons.

In his raised hand, the hair was neatly arranged in a circle above the furnace.

Then a piece of lapis lazuli was thrown into the furnace, but just after it was thrown in, Ning Ping took it back with a wave of his hand and temporarily fixed it in mid-air.

Then a piece of refining material mixed with subtle lightning power was thrown into the furnace.

It was a piece of Thunder Scale Iron that I had obtained in the weapon refining room at the foot of the mountain. This was something that could greatly increase the speed of magic weapons.

This Thunder Scale Iron was extremely difficult to smelt, and it took a lot of effort to melt it, but this was still a preliminary calcination to remove some of the impurities in it.

When it cooled to a certain degree, the clanging sound rang again.

However, under the observation of the divine sense, there was a trace of impurities that was always difficult to remove.

At this point, his eyes could not help but look at the iron hammer next to the anvil, the Thunder Hammer.

In the end, he grabbed the handle of the Thunder Hammer. He had tried it before when he was in the middle stage of the Golden Core, but he couldn't lift it at all.

Ning Ping's veins popped up all over his body, and under the urging of the whole body's Yuanli, the Thunder Hammer was slowly lifted up.

"Hah..." With a loud shout, the Thunder Hammer was finally raised above his head, and then smashed down fiercely.

"Boom..." A loud noise echoed in the Tianyan space, and everything jumped up suddenly under the hammer.

In the flames, the Thunder Scale Iron instantly became a piece of thin paper under a hammer.

Upon closer inspection, the original trace of impurities that were difficult to remove were also wiped out under a hammer.

This is like the furnace in alchemy, and the importance of tools is also reflected vividly.

At this time, Ning Ping felt weak and his whole body's Yuanli had reached the bottom.

However, the joy on his face was hard to hide. With a thought, the pure Thunder Scale Iron was thrown into the furnace again.

At the same time, the lapis lazuli and some auxiliary materials were also thrown in.

While being temporarily controlled by the power of the Yuanshen, Ning Ping's body sank to the bottom of the fairy pond and recovered quickly again.

After a long time, the Thunder Scale Iron and the lapis lazuli had all merged together, and they were indistinguishable from each other, and a completely different breath was transmitted.

Ning Ping, who appeared again, now has a whole body of Yuanli surging and a brand new look.

Different from the previous process of pulling the clay to shape the body, this one utilized the characteristics of the monster's hair, and directly skipped this step.

Ning Ping waved his hand.

The solution was divided into a hundred parts, and then it wrapped around the gray-black hair of the corpse that had been heated to the right temperature by the furnace fire.

Under the divine sense, the countless tiny holes in the hair were immediately infiltrated with the mixed refining solution.