Chapter 55: The Breeze Blows the Young Heart

After Xiao Chen and the two cleaned up the secret room that had not been used for a long time, it was already half an hour later.

After Mo Fan checked the stove again, he said solemnly, "I'm going to start a fire. I'll pull the bellows at my command later."

Xiao Chen nodded and walked slowly to the bellows, holding the handle made of fine iron wood with both hands, a cool feeling came from the wooden handle.

"start!"

The flames in the furnace suddenly rose, and the whole basement suddenly began to heat waves, but it was strange.

This secret room seems to have been ingeniously designed. After the heat wave hovers in the air for a week, it finally dissipates slowly and is evenly distributed throughout the secret room.

In addition to the ventilation openings, the breeze was blowing in. Although it was still extremely hot in the basement, it was not unbearable. Xiao Chen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart and grabbed the wooden handle and pulled it back violently.

laugh! laugh!

A strange thing happened, Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he only pulled a few centimeters away, and then he couldn't pull it. I was shocked, what's going on, no matter how bad I am, I still have the strength of a mid-level warrior.

Could it be that even this little bellows can't be pulled?

The flames in the stove slowly diminished, Mo Fan hurriedly looked towards Xiao Chen, and couldn't help but be in a hurry, "Young Master Xiao, why don't you start, the fire in this stove is about to go out. I This stewing stove is not an ordinary stove, and if you light a fire once, you will consume a lot of spiritual stones, so you can't just waste it."

Xiao Chen was in a hurry, but no matter how hard he tried, the bellows would not move, and the sweat on his forehead kept dripping. What was going on, what was going on.

Mo Fan seemed to understand something, and rushed over to tell Xiao Chen some tips.

Aojiao suddenly stopped her and said, "Now is not the time for you to be distracted. Keep an eye on the stove and prepare to put the moon stone in it. I will teach him."

Wave!

Xiao Chen suddenly felt something soft on the back of his head, which felt extremely comfortable. In the hot basement, a cool feeling stretched out, making people calm down.

"Idiot, this bellows can't be pulled with brute force. You have to exert your strength along the overflowing airflow; otherwise, no matter how hard you have, you won't be able to pull it. If you use too much force, it will destroy the bellows."

Xiao Chen only felt a fragrant wind coming, and Aojiao, who was floating in the air, leaned tightly behind him. A pair of proud and firm chests were attached to the back of his head, and two slender arms slowly rested on his hands.

Controlling the wooden handle, he slowly pulled the bellows with his arm, and a huge flame rose from the stove, and the temperature of the entire basement suddenly tripled.

But Xiao Chen felt that his heart was very cool. At this moment, Aojiao's voice was softer than usual, like the coolest summer wind in the world, slowly moving the impetuous heart of the young man.

Slowly forgetting the softness on the back of his head, under the guidance of Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen unhurriedly pulled the wooden handle of the bellows.

I don't know when, Aojiao has slowly left behind Xiao Chen, looking at Mo Fan in front of the stove in a trance.

Mo Fan took out a moonstone from behind and muttered, "What a waste. Ordinary people only need a little moonstone powder to refine soul soldiers, but he actually threw them into the furnace piece by piece."

"If it weren't for the lack of a few other rare things, so many moon stones would be more than enough to cast a second magic weapon."

Aojiao stared at the moon stone that kept falling into the furnace, and the scene in front of her began to slowly blur...

Thousands of years ago, it was the same situation. One day, a young man with a huge amount of moon stones went to Clear Sky Sect alone.

The contemporary suzerain of the Clear Sky Sect, because of his strong personal charm, personally went down the mountain to pick him up, and personally built the second divine weapon Leimu Jian for him.

When the five-colored rays of light rose into the sky, the powerful spiritual energy enveloped the entire Clear Sky Sect, and the monstrous sword intent could be felt within a hundred miles.

Everyone knows that the sixth sub-magic weapon in the past thousand years has been born, and she was born from the colorful red light. Holy like a fairy in the sky, that flawless face seemed to have a trace of immaturity and confusion.

When she was born, she stood there quietly, with a tender face that made her look like a child.

But all of this can't hide her pride, she just looked at this world without saying a word, within a thousand miles, 108,000 soul soldiers trembled because of her appearance.

Because she is the king of swords, she is the king of these 180,000 soul soldiers. Although she was born, she couldn't hide her pride. Since I am born, I am the king, and all the soldiers must bow down to me, because I am the emperor of the sword!

I am a sub-special soldier, Lei Di Sangmu Sword!

No one can stop my pace, she took the mulberry sword, streaked a large piece of Huaguang in the air, and flew towards the sky.

"The soldiers are flying!"

"She's going to choose a master!"

The voices of astonishment from below continued, but more of them were extremely joyful. No one thought that this newborn Lei Mujian would be so proud and wanted to choose his own master.

But this also gives them a chance. If they can surrender, then they will be the masters of this magic weapon, the second magic weapon - the dream of all warriors in the world.

But that person who was incomparable, didn't give them any chance and only left them three seconds of thoughts. I saw that he also flew into the sky, like a Dapeng spreading his wings, faster than thunder and lightning, and instantly held the Leimu sword in his hand.

The fallen Sangmu laughed, and there was an unconcealed surprise in his eyes, and said: "So proud of the sword, from today you will be called Aojiao, and I, Sangmu, will definitely make you proud."

...

The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher, no matter how ingeniously designed, when the stove is fully burnt. Nearly a thousand degrees of heat, no matter what, cannot be completely dissipated.

Xiao Chen's clothes were completely soaked, but Mo Fan, on the other hand, had taken off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong muscles.

Xiao Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead, only to feel that his whole body was extremely hot, and the whole basement was like an oven. He felt that he would be cooked if he stayed there.

It's just that the critical moment has come. Mo Fan is stirring the boiling molten iron in the furnace with the unique secret method of the foundry. There are only a few moon stones left in the pile of moon stones.

At this time, it must not be stopped. Once it is stopped, all previous efforts will be forfeited.

It was just really hot, Xiao Chen felt like he was about to faint.

At this moment, a cool breeze blew into Xiao Chen's heart from behind Xiao Chen. Dispel the heat from his whole body, cool down his heart, and feel extremely comfortable.

Although he couldn't look back, Xiao Chen could also guess that this breeze came from the hands of Aojiao. There was a warm current in Xiao Chen's heart, this little girl never thought that her mouth would be so poisonous, and she had such a little conscience.

By the way, apart from her conscience, this little girl is really big. Thinking of the previous scene, Xiao Chen's body actually reacted.

Damn, where did I go, Xiao Chen patted his head fiercely, his mood finally calmed down, and he continued to push the bellows hard.

As time passed by, every time Xiao Chen was about to lose his hold, there would always be a breeze blowing behind him, swept away the exhaustion all over his body and filled him with strength again.

The piles of moonstones were finally put into the stove, and the surface of the boiling stove was full of iron slurry made of moonstones.

Mo Fan carefully observed the iron slurry in the furnace. The surging heat wave from the pavement did not seem to cause him any trouble. The entire furnace exudes the unique yellow light of the moon stone.

Mo Fan took out the top-grade cold iron with a dignified expression, and his left hand made a cyclone, and the iron slurry in the furnace began to spin rapidly, and more terrifying heat waves dissipated around.

thump!

When the formation of the iron slurry was about to form an extreme vortex, Mo Fan quickly put the best cold iron into the vortex's eyes, splashing a small molten iron.

The fine cold iron began to melt slowly, and the faint yellow light and the black light made by the cold iron slowly intertwined and merged. In the end, when all the cold iron stones melted, the faint yellow light had all dissipated, and the molten iron turned into a pure black light.

When Mo Fan saw that the time had come, he shouted loudly, and stuck his left palm to the air above the stove, and a huge suction force came out from his palm. The molten iron in the furnace below began to tumble continuously, gathering towards the air.

The sweat on Mo Fan's forehead was dripping like rain, but he didn't care about it at this moment. Looking nervously, the molten iron gathered in his palm.

In the end, the molten iron in the furnace was sucked into the air by him, forming an iron ball with a football laughing, exuding a terrifying heat wave, spinning non-stop.

puff!

At this moment, Aojiao's hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, and the next moment a light and shadow shot out of her hand and flew directly into the iron ball.

Mo Fan said in surprise: "This is... the source of Dou Sheng!"

The source of the Dou Sheng, the most powerful attacking Origin Qi in the world, the soul soldiers possessing it can derive the most powerful Dou Sheng attack in the world.

According to legend, the source of the fighting saint was divided into six parts, each of which represented a different interpretation of the attacking technique. The six sources of fighting saints were embedded in six different sub-divine weapons.

It is said that if these six divine weapons are combined together, the source of Dou Sheng can be combined to form a new divine weapon. It's just that throughout the ages, in the tens of thousands of years of history in the Tianwu Continent, there have only been ten divine weapons.

As for the authenticity of this legend, no one knows whether it is true or not, because no one can combine these six sub-magic soldiers together.