She jumped up and slapped her forehead with her hands, quickly stopping the flame from spreading and keeping the remaining hair.

Wei Lin flashed, took away her hand covering her forehead, "Let's take a look."

After checking, except for the hair in front of him, he was not burned. He was relieved and gave her a blank look. He said angrily: "Why are you so close to you?"

"I, I, it was fine before. Who knew that a Martian suddenly exploded and then it was like this. Wait, I won't be disfigured, right?"

She was a little aggrieved, and immediately threw the aggrieved out of the sky and quickly turned to the water mirror. When she saw her dark forehead in the mirror, she quickly used dust removal technique, "Wow, it's okay, there's no disfigurement."

In addition to the broken bangs being burned, the skin was just a little red, and as time passed, the redness began to fade slowly.

"Well? Why is the forehead bleeding?"

Wei Lin frowned, and between her eyebrows, blood beads the size of a fingernail appeared. At first, she rubbed her hands and covered it in darkness. Later, her dust removal technique cleared the blood stains together, and it was not until now that she found bleeding on her forehead.

Yun Li thought for a while, "It seems that she was too anxious just now and hit the feather."

As she said that, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the feathers, but was surprised to find that the feathers that had no movement for seven months were actually glowing!

She rushed over excitedly: "Is it finally going to melt?"

Wei Lin also hurriedly came over, and in the eyes of the two, a faint light flashed and then destroyed.

It was actually destroyed! Yun Li was about to let out a mouthful of blood. She didn't bring such a playful person, gave her some hope, and quickly wiped out.

Wei Lin looked at the feathers and fell into deep thought. When he was at the bottom of the lake, he dug for three days without any response. As soon as Ali touched it, the pillar instantly turned into feathers; now it is like this again, and it has been melted for a whole month and has not changed at all. Once it touched her blood, it shone. Could it be that this feather recognized people?

Thinking of this, he suggested, "Why don't you try it?"

"What to try?"

"Smelting, this feather only seems to react to you."

Yun Li looked at the feathers and thought about it carefully. It seemed like this is really the case, but how to melt it?

After thinking for a while, she turned on all the switches of the central furnace fire. Without the alchemy fire, she knew nothing about refining the weapon. She had to use the melting furnace to prepare, and after she started to make gestures, one fire spirit after another was shot into the feather.

A quarter of an hour later, Lingyu did not respond. She looked at Wei Lin suspiciously. Is this method reliable? She has never learned any smelting techniques, but can it be done with the most basic fire spirit technique?

After half an hour, there was still no change. She felt a little tired of her hands, and her eyes were always staring at the red fire, which was a little bit exhausted.

It seems that this method won't work either. Wei Lin is no longer hoping. He is about to ask her to stop when he sees her, who is already a little confused, and his gestures suddenly change. The color of the flames that appear suddenly changes. Then, as the spiritual power pulls clusters of crimson flames fly towards the feathers in the melting furnace.

The golden red flames suddenly rose up in the wind, making a sizzling sound, and a scorching temperature burst out, spreading with the wind feather as the center. Yunli was shocked by the heat wave, and her sleepiness dissipated. Seeing the situation in the melting furnace clearly, she couldn't help but exclaim: "I'll go, what's going on?"

"Don't you feel it yourself?"

"What?"

"Looking at the cluster of flames, do you see anything special?"

Looking in the direction of Wei Lin's finger, there was a cluster of red flames that were obviously different from other flames, not as short as other flames, but wherever it passed, other flames disappeared, as if welcoming their kings.

The feathers burned by it slowly softened after a sizzling sound, and there were signs of melting.

"I did this?" Yun Li widened her eyes. How did she condense? She had no impression at all!

The scree flame lingered in the feathers and finally the outer case burned, and a golden liquid flowed out from the inside. An extreme sense of danger appeared in the hearts of the two of them. The raging flames in the central furnace were pulled and rushed towards this place. The huge furnace body shook, and the wall of the furnace around the liquid cracked the gap.

"Not good!" Yun Li shouted, and Huan Shiling flew into the furnace.

"Don't!" Wei Lin stretched out his hand and grabbed her hand, trying to stop her. He could feel the huge energy contained in the liquid, and the extreme high temperature seemed to burn everything to ashes.

If Huan Shiling is damaged by this temperature, wouldn’t it be worth it? However, it was too late to stop it. Huan Shiling had already flew into the furnace and pulled it out with feathers.

The spiritual power was input, and a layer of halo was spread out on the thin fantasy world silk like water waves. The spiritual power halo only blocked for a moment, and then turned into steam at the high temperature. Yunli quickly spread out another layer of spiritual power to block it, which was evaporated and spread again. In this cycle, in just a few breaths, the spiritual power in her body was about to bottom out.

"Ahhhhh, what should I do? My spiritual power is almost gone!"

Wei Lin picked up the jar containing liquid from Zhang Zhenren's casting table and said, "Put this..."

Before he could finish his words, the jar that had just approached turned into ashes under the high temperature. He quickly tried a few more. No matter what kind of containers are, they would not be filled with them. As soon as they approached, they all turned into powder.

Yun Li was also frightened by the power of the golden liquid. She was not possessed for a moment, and her voice changed: "Senior Brother, think of a solution quickly, I really don't have spiritual power!"

Wei Lin condensed a spiritual power cover with his backhand to take the hot potato, but found that his spiritual power cover was not as good as those specially made containers.

This liquid recognizes people!

He didn't care about so much in panic. He took out the Mo Li sword, recalled Zhang Zhenren's techniques, and his learning achievements over the past few months, and began to make a series of magic tricks, pulling the spiritual liquid into the Mo Li sword. Since it cannot be filled, it's better to melt it into the sword!

The first drop of liquid melted in smoothly, Yunli's eyes lit up, and there was hope!

Unexpectedly, Mo Li Jian buzzed and began to soften, "Don't-"

Mo Li is the last hope of senior brother, and he must not be destroyed!

She screamed and subconsciously grabbed it. When she swung her paws out, she remembered that it was a sword blade or a sword blade that had been burned red. However, her movements were too fast and too close. When she realized it, her hand had already grabbed it.

She closed her eyes in fear. It was over, it was over, it was about to become a roasted pig's trotter. There was a sizzling sound of fat burning in her ears, but she didn't feel the pain.

What's going on?

She opened her eyes and saw Wei Lin's distorted face at first glance, "Sir, senior brother?"

I had a bad premonition in my heart, lowered my head, and under her claws, Wei Lin's hand was placed under her, and her claws were pressed hard on the sword.

She quickly took her hand away, her heart trembling: "You, please let go!"

The red sword blade burned red, like a soldering iron, it hurts so much.

Wei Lin's face became more and more ferocious, and his spiritual sense was a little dazed, and he said in pain: "It's stuck, I can't move it away."

Yun Li was anxious. The red dust technique in her body was rapidly activated, absorbing the spiritual energy in the air into her own spiritual power. While inputting spiritual power into the Huanshiling to control the remaining golden liquid, the other hand gently covered Wei Lin's hand, and the continuous input of spiritual power penetrated into it little by little, using her spiritual power to separate a barrier between the sword body and his hand.

The injured senior brother, Mo Li Jian who was on the verge of breaking, and the golden liquid that was about to drip from the Fantasy World Silhouette, was extremely panicked and her brain calmed down, and some information about tempering appeared in her mind.

She stopped and stared at Wei Lin, with a light bursting out in her eyes: "I have a way!"

"What method?" Without any sense of stickiness, Wei Lin was about to move his hand away, but she stopped him.

She smiled slightly, grabbed his hand with her back and held it on the sword, and shook it hard from the tip of the sword, and bright red blood spread from the tip of the sword.

"hiss--"

Wei Lin was so painful that he blew his breath. Before the previous scald was treated, two deep blood grooves were drawn out of his palm again. If it weren't for the one he was familiar with from appearance to breath, he might have been unable to help but take action.
Chapter completed!