Chapter 33 Infiltrate the Valley of Forged Bing

Qin Feng remembered that under the Lingjing Well in Lingguoyuan, there was an undercurrent leading to the Sword Washing Pond in Huangjia Casting Sword Valley.

Although I can't sneak over to take a look, I can send Sky Swallowing Toad over there.

After all, this undercurrent was originally discovered by Sky Swallowing Toad.

Moreover, since it was able to enter and exit the Huang Family's Forging Sword Valley before, obviously the so-called Forging Sword Valley is not a place that is too tightly guarded.

That's right, the Huang family collects iron ore and sends it back every day. Of course, people who come in and go out can't open the banning formation every day, otherwise, it will be impossible for the swallowing toad to enter and exit at will.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng was suddenly moved.

He pretended to come to the entrance of Lingguoyuan casually, and just saw a clansman resting in the house next to the entrance, so he called out, "Uncle Nineteen."

The middle-aged man looked up and saw Qin Feng, he hurriedly stepped forward to open the gate and said with a smile, "It's Feng'er, why are you here?"

Qin Feng said with a smile on his face: "I heard that the jujubes in the garden are ripe. I'm greedy. I want to go to the garden to pick a few jujubes and try them, okay?"

"It's alright, that Lingzao was originally for the family's own people, you just don't need to hit it all down."

Uncle Nineteen smiled and didn't care. It was normal for young people to be greedy when they were growing up.

Besides, Qin Feng has now stood out from the younger generation. At the end of the year, he will definitely occupy a place to worship the Beast Sect. Ordinary clansmen like him who have practiced for decades and are still in the early stage of qi refining are too late to compliment. Well, how could he embarrass him because of a few spirit dates.

"Thank you, Uncle Nineteen, then I'll go."

Qin Feng took a few steps forward, and suddenly turned around and said: "By the way, I will often come to see our spiritual fruit tree these days.

Don’t worry, Uncle Nineteen, I won’t touch those spiritual fruits indiscriminately. I just heard from my father that there are many spiritual grounds in the Imperial Beast Sect where all kinds of spiritual things are planted. Can you find a way to earn Spirit Stones? "

"That's it, that's okay, you can come here, just ask me if you don't understand anything."

Uncle Nineteen did not think much, and agreed immediately.

Because in the past, the disciples sent to the Imperial Beast Sect by the Qin family had really worked in the sect to take care of Lingzhi and elixir.

Qin Feng thanked him and went to find the jujube tree first. He used a bamboo pole to poke down a few bright red jujubes. He squeezed Yushui Jue in his hand, and urged a stream of water to rinse the jujubes.

Then pick up one and put it in your mouth, and bite it down, it is crisp, sweet, and full of juice.

After chewing a few mouthfuls and swallowing it, I could still feel a faint spiritual energy circulating in my body.

It's a pity that this jujube is not of high level, it can only be regarded as the lowest-grade spiritual fruit, and these jujube trees are two or three hundred years old. Thinking about the aura contained in dates, it's not too high.

But he didn't really come here to eat Lingzao, and soon came to Lingjing.

It was almost dusk, and there was no one else in the garden except for the nineteenth uncle who was left to guard.

Qin Feng directly reached out and summoned the swallowing toad.

Sky Swallowing Toad came outside from the dark demon refining pot, and when he opened his eyes, he found that it turned out to be a spirit orchard, and he was still happy, thinking that the owner was going to take it to eat fruit.

After all, its current intelligence is only equivalent to that of a three- or four-year-old child, and it is a big eater. Besides eating, there is not much left in his mind.

But soon it was startled.

Because it sensed the breath of the blue-eyed snake.

Fortunately, Qin Feng comforted him in time and pointed to the snake scales on the edge of the well.

He used his mind to convey it again, telling it not to be nervous, and then prepared himself to let it flow through the underground to the Sword Washing Pond, and check the result of the elder Huang family's refining.

Seeing that the Sky Swallowing Toad is not the real body of the blue-eyed snake, although the breath on the scales of the snake still makes it feel a little uncomfortable, with Qin Feng by his side, it is no longer so afraid.

When it figured out what the master asked it to do, it jumped up from Qin Feng's hand and threw its entire body into the spiritual well.

With a thud of water, he quickly dived into the bottom of the well, and swam towards the Huang Family's Sword Washing Pond along the underground current.

Originally, according to Qin Feng's strength of consciousness, it was impossible to reach out that far, even his father Qin Long had barely reached this level.

But this swallowing toad was cultivated by Qin Feng as one of the nine demon kings who made the demon pot, so the connection between the swallowing toad and the demon pot was very close, and Qin Feng could perceive it by refining the demon pot. Everything Sky Swallowing Toad saw.

Of course, his strength is too weak after all, and the refining demon pot itself is broken, if it is too far, it will not work, but the distance from here is only 11 or 2 miles away from the Huangjia Casting Sword Valley, and this distance is not difficult to refine the demon pot.

The Valley of Forging Swords is said to be the important place of the Huang family, but it is not as important as it is imagined.

Because this is only the place where they refine ores and cast magic tools, not the place of inheritance of their family, nor the warehouse where treasures are stored.

In addition, there are many clansmen coming and going here every day, so the defense is not very strict, and occasionally a toad jumps in, it is not too noticeable.

In the largest casting room in the middle, a heat wave escaped through the doors and windows, and there was a tinkling sound from time to time.

In fact, in the refiner's system, that is, ordinary refiners who cast magic tools such as gold and iron will be beaten with iron hammers to reduce impurities in the refining materials and integrate various refining materials. The characteristics are finally fixed and formed, engraved with the prohibition of the magic circle, and refined into a magic weapon.

The real masters of refining tools rarely use iron hammers. They prefer to forge with spiritual fire, beat with supernatural powers, refine with magic, and outline with spiritual sense. Only in this way can it be possible to forge truly powerful magic weapons.

In addition, there are many other heritage refiners who do not use iron hammers, such as those who specialize in refining robes, and those who sacrificing wood-type magic weapons and water-type magic weapons. Hammer.

Otherwise, it would not be refining treasures, but deliberately destroying materials.

That night, the night was dark, the bright moon hung high, and the sky and the earth were covered with silver.

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light appeared in the casting room in the middle, reflecting the golden light of the entire casting room.

Although it dissipated quickly, the fierce aura still caught the attention of the others in the Valley of Forged Weapons.

"Hahaha, it's done, the old man has finally become a gilded sword!"

An old voice came out, which made the cultivators of the Huang family who came in a hurry suddenly rejoiced.

Even if the elders are too old, it is impossible to refine spiritual tools too frequently, but even if they do not refine tools, if they only instruct them on weekdays, they can make the level of these clansmen refining magical tools to a higher level.

"Congratulations to the elder for successfully refining the spiritual tool and officially promoted to the refining master."

Several members of the Huang family congratulated each other.

"Don't stick around outside, let's all come in."

The old voice sounded, and then the door opened to let them in.

In the room, a few members of the Huang family surrounded an old man with white hair and beard, looking at the spirit sword floating in the air in front of him.

Feijian gilt cut, this is a low-level spiritual tool Feijian.

However, even if it is a low-level one, its power is extremely extraordinary, far exceeding that of top-level instruments.

What's more, once a sword cultivator is nourished with his own true essence, he can also advance as the sword cultivator grows.

Of course, if you want to refine it into a magic weapon, you must need the help of a master refiner.

"Elder, now that the spirit tool is made, do you want to quickly inform the patriarch of this good news?"

"Yes, if the patriarch finds out, he will definitely be happy."

After a few clansmen watched for a while, they all discussed.

"Bullshit."

The first elder scolded: "At midnight, doesn't the patriarch need to practice? Why bother him at this time, just invite the patriarch early tomorrow morning."

"Yes, yes, what the elder said is."

Several monks quickly responded.

"Okay, for this spiritual tool, the old man has not rested for many days. He is very tired, so the old man will go to rest first. You help to put out the fire and clean up the casting room for me."

"Yes, don't worry, Great Elder, just leave it to us."

Several people respectfully sent the elder out of the casting room, and only returned to the casting room after the elder went to the back room to rest.

They didn't rush to clean, but took out the gilded behead again. After playing with it for a long time, they put the flying sword that had just been forged, put out the flame in the furnace, and tidied up the room before leaving. went out and returned to their respective residences to rest.

Time passed little by little, and the entire Valley of Forged Bing was silent, until the world completely fell into the darkness before dawn, and there was a slight ripple in the sword washing pool in the valley.