Suddenly, a stream of spiritual power came in, and Lu Jun relaxed the pressure. In a blink of an eye, Mingmei was already sitting beside him, exerting all his strength to help him refine his sword.

With a relieved smile, the third junior brother has been entering the stage of elixir for decades. Although he has not reached the stage of the Golden Elixir, he is already in the late stage of the Golden Elixir, only one step away from the Golden Elixir.

Now that he has the power of his arm, he suddenly seems relaxed and relaxed.

The two brothers worked together. After a long time, their faces became a little pale, which was the consequence of excessive use of spiritual power.

However, in the cauldron, the steel shrinks and smaller, and a long sword gradually takes shape again.

Xiao Wenbing looked up and a calm expression appeared on Lu Jun's face.

He snorted secretly, evil arose from the side of his courage, and for the second time he reached out to put his hand on the cauldron, and strange ripples appeared again in the space.

Lu Jun nodded to Mingmei, and the latter stopped with confidence. The relationship between them was the best among all the brothers. After the eyes exchanged, he immediately knew what Lu Jun meant.

In fact, even if Lu Jun didn't say it, Mingmei had already felt a little powerless.

Refining weapons is really a tiring job. However, although he was so tired that he just wanted to have a good sleep at this time, he was in a happy mood.

However, the smile on Mingming's face did not last long. He suddenly stretched out his hand and stammered: "Big... Senior Brother, Huo... Huo... Huo."

Lu Jun was already at the end of work, but suddenly heard Mingming screams, and then he realized that the pressure in the cauldron had suddenly increased. His three-scent real fire was shaking and could be extinguished at any time.

"No." Lu Jun exclaimed, his face was pale and blue, and it was as bleak as if it was a dead face.

Oh my God, what happened? Is this still alive? Lu Jun wailed and reluctantly supported it.

Mingmei gritted his teeth and sat down again, plucked up Yu Yong, and the last little spiritual power in his body was sent into the cauldron like he didn't have any money.

Lu Jun smiled bitterly, never expecting that refining an ordinary flying sword would cause so many changes. Although he wanted to add another force, his spiritual power was already exhausted and he could no longer do anything.

With the last bit of spiritual power, Lu Jun stretched out his finger and bounced it, a wisp of spiritual talisman appeared out of thin air and disappeared in an instant.

Xiao Wenbing's eyes lit up, this was a letter to ask for help.

Almost in counting breaths, a familiar figure appeared behind Lu Jun.

"Second Brother?" Xiao Wenbing exclaimed. It turned out that Lu Jun finally asked Zhang Jie for help.

Zhang Jie nodded slightly to him, and when he saw the situation in the field, he immediately sat next to Lu Jun. Sanwei True Fire came out in a raging manner, endlessly.

This time, Xiao Wenbing did not play any tricks anymore. After a long time, the sword finally condensed and formed into a cauldron for the third time.

Not daring to neglect, Xiao Wenbing bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood and dripped it on it.

"Hiss..." A faint smoke ignited from the sword and quickly disappeared.

Use your power to your hands and drive the sword into your palm. Although its temperature is enough to completely incinerate the entire palm of an ordinary person, it cannot hurt the big hand full of spiritual power.

This is a sword with splashing light. Because the high temperature has not yet disappeared, it still has a red light.

Xiao Wenbing nodded with satisfaction and said to them: "Thank you, senior brothers."

Among the three disciples, except for Zhang Jie's face, who was just pale and slightly breathing, the other two had long collapsed to the ground, sweating profusely, as if they had just been fished out of the water, turning into a ball of mud, so tired that they could no longer move.

"Success?" Lu Jun asked hard. As for Mingmei, he had already closed his eyes, stuck out his tongue and gasped, not asking about anything outside.

"Yes, thank you for your senior brother." Xiao Wenbing bowed to him and said.

Seeing that the two of them had become like this, the only resentment in Xiao Wenbing's heart completely dissipated, and this gift was sincere.

"Just succeed, just succeed." Lu Jun said with lingering fear.

"Senior Brother, what are you refining?" Zhang Jie asked curiously.

He knew very well that Lu Jun's skills were still above him. Even if he had the ignorant help, he had to consume almost all his spiritual power to refine it successfully. This thing - well, must be of great significance.

Xiao Wenbing took out the sword, handed it to Zhang Jie, and said, "Second Brother, look."

Zhang Jie was stunned and said, "Liang Jian? Senior Brother, what's going on?" He looked incredible. Why would he be so tired if he refined a sword?

Lu Jun coughed. He was confused about this change and didn't know how to explain it. However, as a senior brother, he couldn't seem to know nothing.

He racked his brains and thought for a moment, coughed heavily, and said, "Maybe the raw materials we came here contain some trace amounts of rare minerals, so this change happened." As for which rare minerals it was, he would never mention them.

Zhang Jie nodded thoughtfully, took the sword from Xiao Wenbing's hand, looked at it carefully for a while, frowned and said, "Isn't that different?"

"I'll take a look." An old accent came from behind them.

Xiao Wenbing and others were solemnly respectful, and even Mingmei, who was so tired that she was slumped on the ground, barely got up and said, "Master."

Old Taoist Xianyun took the sword, waved it twice, and danced out a light in the sky. His face looked slightly surprised: "Jun'er, how many raw materials have you used? Although this sword has no special functions, its texture is extremely tough, and it can almost be compared with the flying sword that is mixed with the steel mother."

Lu Jun pointed to the melting pool in surprise and said, "Master, after the water is tempered, there is only half a pool, which is not as much as usual."

The old Taoist Xianyun twisted his beard and thought for a while, and finally said, "The old Taoist understands that there are a little steel mother in that batch of raw materials. Jun'er, you don't check it for a while, so you have to work together with the three of them to achieve success."

Lu Jun suddenly realized and hurriedly thanked his teacher for his advice, but he was still very confused in his heart. The raw materials he brought were not raw minerals of earth and stone, but steel that had been purified once.

When did the world have such great ability to melt and refine it even in the steel mother?

However, since the old Taoist Xianyun had already reached the conclusion, he would never dare to say what he said in his heart.
Chapter completed!