There are different requirements for the size and thickness of dragon scales. Hu Qing had already drawn and marked them before, and there are also small pieces with special shapes on them. These all need to be made with those clamshell-like dragon scales, and this job is left to Xuan Yao. In order to facilitate movement, many pieces need to be made very small, which will probably make Xuan Yao's fingers bald.
After all, high-end materials produce the best results when they are made in an original way.
In fact, there is a convenient way. That is to melt all the dragon scales and then take shape. It's a pity that this will greatly destroy the natural defense of the dragon scale. In order to give his son the best gift, he was ruthlessly rejected by Hu Qing.
So let the good son sharpen his armor.
Hu Qing practiced all the characters he could use to the point where he could complete them in one go. Only then did he arrive in front of the refining furnace and use his spiritual consciousness to carve it into it.
When she carves a character, her face becomes pale, and with her current strength, a sword can only carve one character.
Even so, when the twelve swords were carved, her face turned as white as a ghost. The surface of the sea of consciousness dropped one level visibly to the naked eye.
It can be seen how expensive it is to write characters.
After recovering from meditation, the spiritual fire gently circled her. Hu Qing closed her eyes and thought that she had miscalculated. Even though characters are a good thing, each use consumes a lot of energy, which is not suitable for today's Xuan Yao.
Still have to carve a formation.
Fortunately, she was very familiar with the engraved formation, and she quickly ran the Spring God Art, and the lost soul power slowly recovered. After absorbing enough fire spiritual power in the earth fire through the spiritual fire, Hu Qing began to carve the formation.
If it weren't for the fear of interrupting her mind and state, Juanbu would have complained again: she couldn't stop herself every time, acted on the spot every time, and made herself embarrassed every time. Why can't we be prepared, make a plan and complete a piece of equipment step by step?
Tired.
After the formation was finished, Hu Qing felt that he was in good condition. After taking a short rest, I went to look at Xuan Yao's dragon scales, which were almost finished.
Suddenly asked him: "The horns of the magic dragon, give you a hat?"
Xuan Yao was dumbfounded: "What hat?"
Blah blah blah, she taught her this accent.
Hu Qing gestured: "The original one, so majestic."
She stared at Xuan Yao.
Xuan Yao resisted instinctively, his eyes were filled with disgust and fear, and he pursed his lips and moved around.
"You think - that looks good?"
Hu Qing suppressed his laughter and said seriously: "Ah."
Xuan Yao struggled, struggled again, and struggled again.
"Mom, can you leave it for my son to wear?"
Hu Qing burst out laughing. In order not to make a fool of himself, he even pushed out Wuying'er's son.
"Haha, if you don't like it, just say so. Am I still forcing you to wear it?"
Whether it was the horns of a demonic dragon or a dragon beast, such a pair of horns would not look good on a person's head. However, after the transformation, only a little bit of the horn remains, which is quite delicate. Like the Dragon Lady.
Well, I wonder how she and Long Wangchuan are doing now.
Xuan Yao smiled with relief: "I don't like it. But I'm afraid if I tell you, you will think your aesthetics are weird."
Ga.
Hu Qing stopped laughing and said expressionlessly: "Oh, it's almost done. Let's make the dragon tendon. The finer it is, the better."
Xuan Yao lowered his head, as if he had said the wrong thing.
Hu Qing looked at the furnace again, and the sword embryo inside became more and more beautiful. She continued to perfect it with her spiritual consciousness, and finally took it into shape, and called Xuan Yao to take a look.
"How about it?"
"It looks good." Xuan Yao immediately praised it, but his second reaction was that it seemed a little different from the one on the drawing.
He kept his mouth shut and didn't ask.
Hu Qing waved his hand, and the twelve swords flew out, merged in the air, wrapped in spiritual fire, and then made subtle adjustments. After adjustment, separate and process again. Reassemble and correct. The cycle goes back and forth.
With each adjustment, Xuan Yao's heart became increasingly different from the one on the drawing.
but! It looks better!
After cultivating to his satisfaction, Hu nodded lightly, turned around, and saw Xuan Yao, whose eyes were filled with little stars, facing the sword-haired nymphomaniac.
She smiled, went to the side and picked up the dragon scales and tendons, and started making armor.
It just so happens that after the sword is completed, it needs to be refined for a while, so it can be used to make armor.
She wanted to make a majestic battle armor, but after touching the dragon scales with her fingers, she had her own idea, and finally ended up with a low-key and restrained full-scale armor suit.
The armor looks dark, but in fact it is light. It has the texture of gold and stone and the touch of water waves. It can be worn close to the body or worn outside. It is invulnerable to weapons and bullets, and is invulnerable to water and fire.
Hu Qing thought for a while, and simply had the magic dragon's magic core purified by the Demon King's Order, neutralized it with potion, and soaked the armor in it. After the armor has absorbed all the magic power, the dragon's blood is used to draw runes on it. The runes were painted, the light flashed, and the dark red blood was sucked in, forming a natural dark pattern.
Hu Qing lifted the armor and looked left and right. He simply drew on the remaining demon dragon blood and added some mysterious-looking patterns to the corners of the collar and cuffs.
Xuan Yao swallowed his saliva. Are there too many patterns?
"Is it too plain?" Hu Qing tilted her head and asked him, still staring at Jia Yi.
Xuan Yao: "It's very beautiful."
"Tsk, I shouldn't have asked you."
Hu Qing thought for a while, he still had fur. I dug it out and matched it with the cut and cut pieces of the same color. I consulted the armor gallery in the Weapon Refining Encyclopedia and finally came up with a set that suited my liking. Refined again.
"We have spring, autumn and winter styles. They can be disassembled to keep cool and warm. Do you like it?"
Xuan Yao said sincerely: "I like it."
Hu Qingshu turned to look at him and hesitated: "Is it too dark? You are young, so you should wear something bright and beautiful."
Then he threw the armor to him and went to make the materials for the treasure.
Making clothes is not that difficult. Hu Qing swish quickly, making Xuan Yao ready-to-wear clothes in various colors of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, each suit suitably set off his beauty.
Xuan Yao was asked to put it on for her to look at. When she looked at it, her eyes lit up, as if she were a designer facing a supermodel. But when she finished watching it, she frowned and shook her head.
"Isn't it too ostentatious? People will snatch it if you look good like this. Otherwise, I will make you a big cloak to cover it up."
Getting busy again.
Xuan Yao didn't understand. He was afraid of being robbed so he wouldn't wear it. He's not good at this.
Hu Qing was busy and happy: "Oh, don't frown like an old man. There is still time to refine the magic sword. I'll teach you how to make clothes."
Xuan Yao was very willing to learn from her, but after learning, he also told her: "Mom, I don't like making clothes."
This time, I am sure of my preferences and dare to express them.
Hu Qingmo: "Okay. You don't have this talent."
Just in time, it’s time to bake it.
Outside the barrier, clouds were gathering, and the darkness was pressing down.
A group of people stood a hundred meters away, looking up at the sky.
"Isn't there a calamity thunder striking down?"
"That's called weapon thunder. It seems that the quality of the weapon Hu Qing refined this time is very good. What grade do you think it will be?"
"But when I looked at the clouds, there was no sign of thunder or lightning."
"Is it just raining? Then why is it only in this area?"
The adults were talking about it, and the juniors were talking about it.
Hu Zhuzhu said: "There is no thunder in the clouds. Do you want me to go up and chop it twice to celebrate your exit?"
Hu Zhuzhu glanced at it: "Don't go, I smell it, it's not rain clouds, it's devilish energy inside."
Demonic energy?
Everyone heard it and looked towards the clouds in the sky.
