The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

However, the forging was not over yet.

The khaki small shield floated and rolled in the red-gold flames, and countless runes on the surface shone with silver light, emitting extremely powerful power.

Wei Dongfang's face was pale, and the muscles in his arms trembled slightly, which showed that he had consumed a lot of energy.

However, his eyes were extremely sharp and focused, and he watched and felt everything inside and outside the small shield, trying to find the most subtle rune stagnation and forging imbalance.

A quarter of an hour later, the red-gold flames were fully fired.

In the terrifying heat wave, he calmly picked up the red-gold hammer again and began to forge fiercely.

His control of force was extremely precise, and every hammering adjusted every detail of the small shield just right, making it more solid and perfect.

The millions of monks watching were deeply attracted by his forging skills with great beauty and power, and whispered from time to time. Admire his thorough knowledge of the material properties, marvel at his forging skills...

As time went by, the small shield gradually emitted a faint earthy yellow light, which complemented the silver runes, forming a strange picture.

"Bang!"

As the last hammer fell, the small shield flew up and fell into the quenching pool that had been prepared long ago.

Hiss!

The freezing liquid completely boiled the moment the small shield touched the water surface, making a strange sound.

Accompanied by a stronger light. In the boiling water waves, it can be vaguely seen that the runes are more vivid under quenching, as if they are alive, wandering and interweaving on the shield surface, releasing an indescribable pressure.

Wei Dongfang stood aside, his eyes closely following the small shield, with a look of relaxation but expectation on his face. He knew that this quenching step was crucial, which could achieve the best balance between the toughness and hardness of the material, while activating the hidden power in the runes.

After a while, the small shield slowly rose from the quenching pool, and the steam on the surface gradually dissipated, revealing its brand new appearance.

At this time, it not only has a warmer color, but also a faint golden glow in the earthy yellow. The silver runes seem to be given life, flowing endlessly, emitting a faint glow, giving people a feeling of indestructibility and mystery.

Millions of monks watching were amazed, some with wide eyes, some with open mouths, as if they had witnessed the birth of a miracle with their own eyes.

There are many forging masters and people who know the goods among them. They all know the extraordinary features of this small shield. Its value has far exceeded that of ordinary fourth-level magic tools.

Wei Dongfang took the small shield and gently stroked the runes on it, with a flash of satisfaction and pride in his eyes.

He waved it gently, and the small shield drew a perfect arc in the air, and then fell steadily back into his hand, as if it was connected with his mind.

"This shield is called 'Earth Spirit Shield'. It is the product of my life's hard work. Its defensive power is close to that of a fourth-grade top-grade magic weapon. It is indestructible." Wei Dongfang spoke slowly, his words full of pride.

He looked around, looking at the millions of weapon refiners who were cheering for him crazily outside the light curtain, and a smile full of pride and complacency appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Naturally, his eyes stayed on several women with slender figures and beautiful appearances for a while, and he had a silent exchange with their eyes.

Withdrawing his eyes with satisfaction, he looked at his biggest competitor, Qiu Wujian.

He found that the other party had also completed the refining, and was still immersed in the sea of ​​​​dan, and couldn't help but flash a trace of fear in his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt something in his heart, and looked at the Danhai Realm masters who all stood up with various emotions such as joy, enthusiasm, or disbelief in their eyes.

What's going on?!

His heart sank suddenly, and he looked at Zhan Nianchuan who was refining the elixir with all his strength.

As he looked, his solemn gaze gradually relaxed.

Although he was not deeply involved in the way of refining elixirs, there were many similarities between refining elixirs and refining tools, and his vision was also the best among the cultivators of the same level.

He could see that Zhan Nianchuan was still refining and purifying the elixir at this time.

This process was very long, and it had extremely high requirements on the alchemist's mana and meticulousness, because it was necessary to constantly adjust the temperature and the environment in the furnace to gradually solidify the elixir embryo, remove the impurities caused by the conflict of medicinal properties, and form a pure and flawless elixir prototype.

And now the remaining time should be less than three hours.

It is absolutely impossible to complete the refining in such a short time.

As soon as his body and mind relaxed, he was too lazy to look at it anymore.

He took out a pill and swallowed it. He also sat cross-legged and began to review and re-examine the situations and responses that occurred during the previous refining process.

......

Time passed slowly.

All the contestants entered the final stage.

And this final stage was also the most difficult and challenging moment for their level.

"Bang!"

A huge explosion sounded, and the smell of burning spread.

A ragged alchemist fell down on the collapsed refining table with a frustrated look on his face, looking painfully at the alchemy furnace that kept spinning on the ground and covered with cracks.

"Hahaha~"

A long laugh resounded throughout the light curtain. A weapon refiner with bare arms, holding a long sword with cold light, laughed happily, "Fourth-level magic weapon! Must be in the top ten."

The other contestants who had not completed the refining were all focused on their unfinished works, and turned a deaf ear to the noise they made.

Dugu Aotian was also there.

His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression was extremely excited, and his hands were dancing wildly like cramps.

Suddenly, he roared with thunder:

"Congeal!"

Countless alchemy formulas flew into the alchemy furnace like a rainstorm, and the red flames suddenly burst into endless light and heat.

Bang!

The lid of the cauldron flew up, and the flames gradually extinguished.

A strong fragrance of elixir spread out.

Obviously, the elixir was successfully refined!

Dugu Aotian staggered and fell to the ground, his pale face full of excitement and relief.

In any case, he had completed the refining, and he had also performed at his highest level.

Looking at the two pills spinning in the cauldron, he waved his fist excitedly.

After taking a breath, he hurriedly turned his head and looked at the No. 10 platform in front of him.

His expression was instantly sluggish.

What's going on?

How could this guy be refining the elixir? Where is Yu Minghong?

He was puzzled at first, but then he was overjoyed. Could it be that Yu Minghong had quit?

Haha~ It must be like this, he is doomed to lose, I am the only Holy Son!

Wait, as long as Yu Ming dies, I will send you to accompany him!

Dugu Aotian was so excited that he wanted to shout happily, and then when he stood up and looked around, his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

In the corner of the light curtain, Yu Minghong was concentrating on refining the elixir, and it seemed that he was also about to reach the most critical stage of condensing the elixir.

Looking at the flames emitting terrifying heat suspended in the air, and the faint fragrance of the elixir, Dugu Aotian suddenly turned his head and looked at a huge hourglass outside the light curtain.

There is still a quarter of an hour left!