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Han Yiming really couldn't understand what Wuming was going to do. He looked at Xingchen, and Xingchen closed his eyes and meditated. The bluestone had already curled up on the ground and slept very sweetly. Han Yiming sat for a while, and watched the flames burned the firewood and Wuming didn't get up. He stood up and wanted to leave. Suddenly Wuming jumped up, looked at the oven, turned around and hit the ground and touched a piece of firewood about a foot long and put it into it. The firewood was thrown into a cast iron mold in the oven, but it turned into a pool of bright iron. It turned out that it was not firewood, but a piece of cast iron.

Wuming touched a wrought iron hammer, and he smiled foolishly at the pig iron with one hand. Han Yiming looked at Wuming, and Xingchen closed his eyes like an old monk entering a meditation. The iron water was bright in color. Wuming looked at him for a while, and clamped the mold with an iron clip and poured it on the anvil. The iron water flowed everywhere. Han Yiming stared at a string of iron water flowing towards the ground. Suddenly Wuming picked up the bucket on the ground and poured the water in the bucket down to the anvil. With the "sizzling" sound, the iron water condensed into a piece. Wuming threw the bucket down, picked up the hammer, and smashed it down at the iron block that condensed into a piece.

Although the iron was condensed into a piece, it was hit by Wuming's hammer for dozens of times before it slowly became hard. Wuming smashed the hammer a few more times, threw the hammer aside, picked up the bucket of water on the ground, and went to the stream to make a bucket of water next to the anvil, throwing the hard iron into the bucket. A white smoke rose, and the iron block became cold with a "sizzling" sound. Wuming clamped the iron block again, threw it into the oven, and stood aside and waited.

After a while, he poured out the iron from the oven, poured a bucket of water, and hammered it dozens of times, hit a bucket of water, and threw the hammered iron blocks into it. After repeated rounds, Han Yiming could not see the wonder, but Wuming worked tirelessly. Xingchen looked at him from time to time, but he couldn't say a word. When there was a trace of white fish belly in the sky, he got up and left. Wuming threw the iron blocks on the ground, carried a bucket of water to pour it on the oven, turned off the stove, and turned around and left. Qingshi was still sleeping in the same place, snoring.

Han Yiming walked to the iron block that Wuming threw down and squatted down. He looked at the iron block for a moment, stretched out his hand to pick it up and see it. Suddenly his arm tightened, but Xingchen grabbed him. Xingchen said, "Why is the leader so reckless? Although this iron block doesn't look hot, you have to be careful." He reached out and pulled a few grass leaves on the iron block, which turned into blue smoke in a blink of an eye. Han Yiming was startled and said, "I just thought it was cold, but it was still so hot." Xingchen said, "Sector, this iron has been forged so much that it must be hot. Don't touch it with your hands. I'll make a barrier, which can't be touched by my fellow disciples." He stretched out his right hand, rubbed his fingers lightly, and with a "bang", he had already made a barrier.

Han Yiming said, "Wu Ming can forge iron, no wonder he cut the sword of Pixie Bao." Xingchen said, "That is his natural ability and his hidden treasure." Han Yiming said, "How did you know?" Xingchen said, "Prince, this is something I can't say. Although I know, I can't say it. I can see the hidden treasure on you clearly, but I can't say it." Han Yiming said, "Someone once said that I only used 20% or 30% of the hidden treasure on my body. Do you take this seriously?" Xingchen nodded and said, "That's right." Han Yiming said, "There is a bluestone hidden?" Xingchen said, "He is a natural alien body, but not a hidden treasure."

After a while, Xingchen said, "Don't the leader of the sect want to see Wuming's forged iron? You can see it now." Han Yiming reached over the iron block, opened his palm, and didn't feel the heat was fumigating his hands. He reached out to pick up the iron block. The iron block was not big, like a piece of firewood. But it was extremely heavy when he picked it up. Han Yiming felt a little warm when he held it. He just saw the pattern on the iron block. After taking it carefully, he saw that the pattern was also very beautiful, with stars flashing among the iron blocks, like stars in the middle of the night. Han Yiming said, "What kind of iron is this?" Xingchen said, "This is Yin Iron. I don't know where Wuming got it."

Han Yiming said, "Yin Tie? I have never heard of it." Xingchen said, "This iron is only available in extremely cold places. It is not something that ordinary fire can be forged, so Wuming used the forging of the divine wood stone. It's still early. When the forging is behind, these black impurities will be forged by fire, and the rest is Yin Tie." Han Yiming frowned and said, "Wouldn't there be much left after the forging?" Xingchen looked and said, "What the leader said is good. When the forging is finished, it will be about as big as a finger." Han Yiming said, "What is the use of it? Just this little bit is not enough."

Xingchen said, "Who knows about him?" Although he smiled and said he didn't know, Han Yiming felt that he knew. But Xingchen didn't answer this and said, "Master, I want that lion, do you accompany me to find it?" Han Yiming said, "Why are you thinking about it?" Xingchen said, "Yes. I have been thinking about this white lion for a long time, and I must have found me too. But I have not left any traces for it to find it, let's find it."

He said he would walk away as quickly as he was a child. Han Yiming hurriedly followed. In a blink of an eye, Xingchen's figure was already in the sky, and Han Yiming caught up. Han Yiming's technique of escalating the air was already quite good, but Xingchen's technique of escalating the air was superb. It was not an exaggeration to say that he was flying in the wind. He followed him closely and still couldn't keep up with him.

Xingchen stopped far away, Han Yiming rushed forward and saw him looking down. Below were the vast mountains, fog swaying. Xingchen looked for a moment and smiled, "Master, do you really want that white lion?" Han Yiming said, "I don't have the ability to subdue it, so of course I can't." Xingchen said, "Okay, then I want it."
Chapter completed!