She jumped up and slapped her forehead with both hands, quickly stopping the flames from spreading and saving the remaining hair.
Wei Lin stepped out of the way and took away her hand covering her forehead, "Let me take a look."
After checking it, he found that except for the hair in front being burnt, there was no burn. He felt relieved, rolled his eyes at her, and said angrily: "Why are you so close to her when you have nothing to do?"
"I, I, was fine before. Who would have thought that a spark exploded just now, and then this happened. Wait, I won't be disfigured, right?!"
She was still a little aggrieved at first, but she immediately put her grievances aside. She quickly looked into the water mirror and saw her dark forehead in the mirror. She quickly used the dust removal technique and said, "Huh, it's okay, it's not disfigured."
Except for the broken bangs and hair that were burned away, the skin was only slightly red, and as time went by, the redness began to slowly fade away.
"Huh? Why is your forehead bleeding?"
Wei Lin frowned. Between his eyebrows, a drop of blood the size of a fingernail emerged. At first, it was covered by her hand, and then her dust removal technique removed the blood and stains. After cleaning it, I didn't notice the bleeding on my forehead until now.
Yunli thought for a while, "It seems that I was too anxious just now and bumped into the feather."
As she said this, she subconsciously turned her head to look at the feathers, but was surprised to find that the feathers that had been motionless 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 of them, a faint brilliance flickered, and then disappeared.
It was destroyed! Yunli almost cried out in anger. She wouldn't play tricks on people like this. If she gave him a little hope, he would quickly extinguish it.
Wei Lin looked at the feathers and fell into deep thought. When he dug at the bottom of the lake for three whole days, there was no response. When Ah Li touched it, the pillars instantly turned into feathers; now it was like this again, even after being smelted for seven months, there was no change at all. , but it glowed as soon as it came into contact with her blood. Could it be that this feather recognized someone?
Thinking of this, he suggested: "How about you try it?"
"try what?"
"Ronglian, this Feiyu seems to only react to you."
Yunli looked at the feather and thought about it carefully. It seemed that it really looked like this, but how to smelt it?
After thinking for a while, she turned on all the switches on the central furnace. Without the elixir fire, she knew nothing about refining weapons, so she had to use the smelting furnace. After she was ready, she began to knead the secrets, and fired one after another fire magic into Ling. Yuzhong.
After a quarter of an hour, Lingyu didn't respond. She looked at Wei Lin suspiciously. Is this method sure to be reliable? She has never learned any smelting techniques, so she relies on the most basic fire magic. Can she do it?
Half an hour later, there was still no change. She felt that her hands were a little tired and her eyes were a little tired from staring at the red fire.
It seemed that this method didn't work. Wei Lin had given up hope. Just as he was about to ask her to stop, he saw that she was already a little confused. Her gesture suddenly changed, and the color of the flames suddenly changed, and then with the spiritual power Pulling clusters of crimson flames to fly towards the feathers in the smelting furnace.
Feiyu suddenly burst into golden red flames, burning sizzlingly, a scorching temperature burst out, spreading with Feiyu as the center. Yunli was hit by the heat wave, her spirit was shocked, her sleepiness dissipated, and she could see the smelting clearly. Looking at the situation in the furnace, she couldn't help but exclaim: "I'll go, what's going on?"
"Don't you feel it yourself?"
"What?"
"Look at that cluster of flames. Do you see anything special?"
Looking in the direction of Wei Lin's finger, among the red flames, there was a cluster of colors that was obviously different from the other flames. It was not as eye-catching as the other flames, but wherever it passed, the other flames retreated one after another, as if they were greeting their king. .
The feathers burned by it slowly softened after the sizzling sound, and there were signs of melting.
"Did I do this?" Yunli's eyes widened, how could they be so condensed? No impression at all!
The crimson flames lingered around the feathers and burned. Finally, the outer case was burned, and golden liquid flowed out from inside. An extreme sense of danger appeared in the hearts of the two of them. The blazing flames in the central furnace were drawn towards this place, The huge furnace body shook, and the furnace wall around the liquid cracked.
"Not good!" Yunli shouted, and Huanshi Ling flew into the furnace.
"Don't!" Wei Lin reached out 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.
At such a temperature, if Huanshi Ling was damaged by this, wouldn't it be worth the loss? However, it was too late to stop him. Huanshi Ling had already flown into the furnace, wrapped in feathers and pulled it out completely.
With the input of spiritual power, a layer of halo spread out like water waves on the thin fantasy silk silk. The halo of spiritual power only blocked it for a moment, and then turned into steam under the high temperature. Yunli quickly spread another layer of spiritual power to block it. Evaporated, then spread again, this cycle continued, and in just a few breaths, the spiritual power in her body was about to bottom out.
"Ah ah ah, 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 it here."
Before he could finish his words, the jars he had just approached turned into soot under the high temperature. He quickly tried a few more, and no matter what kind of container they were made of, they all turned into dust as soon as they came close, not to mention the contents.
Yunli was also frightened by the power of the golden liquid. She lost her mind for a moment and her voice was distorted: "Brother, please think of a solution quickly, I really have no spiritual power!"
Wei Lin formed a spiritual shield with his backhand to take over this hot potato, but found that his spiritual shield was not as good as those special containers.
This liquid recognizes people!
In the panic, he could no longer care about so much. He took out the Moli Sword, recalled Zhang Zhenren's techniques and his learning results in the past few months, and began to create a series of spells, pulling the spiritual liquid into the Moli Sword. Since If it can’t be held in full bloom, just melt it into the sword!
The first drop of liquid melted in smoothly, Yunli's eyes lit up, there was hope!
Who would have expected that immediately after Moli Jian buzzed, he began to soften, "Don't—"
Mo Li is senior brother's last hope and must not be destroyed!
She screamed and grabbed it subconsciously. The moment she swung her claws out, she remembered whether it was a sword blade or a blade that had been burned red. However, her movement was too fast and the distance was too close. Before she realized By then, her hand had already grabbed it.
She was so scared that she closed her eyes. It was over, it was over, it was going to be roasted pig's trotters. There was a sizzling sound of burning fat in her ears, but she didn't feel any pain.
what happened?
She opened her eyes and saw Wei Lin's distorted face at a glance, "Senior brother?"
With a bad premonition in his heart, he lowered his head. Under her claws, Wei Lin's hands were placed underneath, and her claws pressed hard on the sword.
She quickly took her hand away, her heart trembling: "Hurry up and let go!"
The red-hot sword blade was like a soldering iron, and it hurt just thinking about it.
Wei Lin's expression became more and more ferocious, and his consciousness was also in a trance. He said in pain: "It's stuck and can't be moved away."
Yunli was anxious, and the red dust skills in his body started running rapidly, absorbing the spiritual energy in the air and turning it into his own spiritual power. While inputting spiritual power into the Huanshi Ling, he controlled the rest of the golden liquid, and at the same time, his other hand gently covered Wei Lin's hand, a steady stream of spiritual power input, seeped in little by little, using her spiritual power to create a barrier between the sword body and his hand.
The injured senior brother, the Moli Sword on the verge of breaking, and the gold liquid that was about to drip out of the Huanshi Ling, made her panic-stricken brain calm down, and there was some more information about tempering in her mind.
She stopped her movements and stared at Wei Lin, her eyes bursting with light: "I have a solution!"
"What can I do?" Without the feeling of stickiness, Wei Lin was about to move his hand away, but she stopped him.
She smiled slightly, grabbed his hand with her backhand and held it on the sword. She pulled it hard from the tip of the sword, and bright red blood spread from the tip of the sword.
"hiss--"
Wei Lin gasped in pain. The previous burns had not been treated, but two deep blood grooves were scratched on his palms again. If the person in front of him was not familiar to him from appearance to breath, he might not be able to bear it. Stop taking action.
All the way to immortality
