Weapon Master

To train this "Spirit Iron", one did not need the help of an extra hammer. However, the refiner's hand acted as an extra hammer.

While he was kneading, Tang Huan's inside the Dantian, spirit wheel and "Nine Yang Divine Furnace" were also continuously circulating, and the scorching hot Zhen Qi slowly seeped into the iron ore. The movements of his right hand also fluctuated between fast and slow, heavy and light, as if it was following some kind of mysterious rhythm.

At this time, the flame in Tang Huan's left hand was no longer as strong as before. It combined with the Innate Qi in his right hand wave after wave like a tidal wave, washing away the impurities in the iron ore.

This was like a vast ocean searching for sand, containing the essence within.

Of course, if he were to use fire, he would be able to get rid of the impurities, but he couldn't do it so thoroughly. If it was a month ago, Tang Huan would probably only know how to use fire to train this "Spirit Flexible Iron", and after studying the Blacksmith's Refining Manual, Tang Huan had also comprehended a variety of methods to train iron ores.

According to the old blacksmith, if he wanted to become a Tools Refining Great Master, he had to master these iron ore tempering methods. This was because, at that stage, blacksmiths were often the ones who used the hands of blacksmiths instead of borrowing tools.

"Hmm?"

On the high platform, Qing Ye's charming eyes moved, and when his gaze fell on Tang Huan, he was completely stunned.

Mu Kui, who was at the side, noticed her unusual expression and subconsciously followed her gaze. His eyes also revealed a look of surprise.

"A sea of sand?"

Wu Xin and Gu Yi were a little surprised when they heard Mu Kui say those four words, and then their eyes swept across the crowd.

In just a few short breaths, the two of them had noticed the figure in the crowd.

Compared to the surrounding refiners, the flame in that youth's palm was not only small, it even appeared to be a little small. Furthermore, it fluctuated between strong and weak, seemingly extremely unstable.

However, regardless of whether it was Wu Xin or Gu Yi, they were both people with excellent eyesight. With a single glance, they were able to see through the mystery of the flames, and although the strength of the flames were uncertain, it was continuous. When the flames were weak, the power of the true flames would condense and condense, and when the flames were weak, the power of the flames would erupt like a volcano, erupting forth with a loud bang.

It was like a endless tide that rose and fell without end.

Of course, in order to use this method, one had to be extremely proficient in controlling the true flames within their body. Otherwise, it was possible that the flame would actually break.

In addition, the coordination between true energy and true energy also needed to be extremely well coordinated. There was only true fire, but true energy could not be fully coordinated, and the effect of purging the iron ore from its impurities was also limited.

"The great waves are indeed the sand, great waves are indeed the sand."

"I didn't expect that in the Weapon Refining Competition, where the vast majority of the participants were low-level equipment forgers, there would actually be a little fellow who was able to execute the technique, 'Great Wave Sand-Shattering'."

"That kid is probably only a low-ranked artificer, right?"

Wu Xin took in a light breath. He was also amazed. If the person who had used the training method of "Great Wave Sand-Rush" was a high level refiner, then it wouldn't be surprising. However, if it was a low level refiner, then the difficulty would be so great that one's jaw would drop to the ground in shock.

"Hey, that's not right. Brother Gu, look at his flame!" Wu Xin suddenly exclaimed.

"What a pure and condensed flame!" At almost the same time, Gu Yi's face also revealed something. His expression was extremely moved, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "Just looking at the purity and concentration of that flame, most of the high rank blacksmiths might not even be able to do it."

"Master and master, who are you talking about?" Seeing them in such a state, the armored man beside them couldn't help but be curious.

"The kid in the sixth and tenth row." After a long while, Gu Yi took a deep breath.

"The flame is so small, and it's even a bit stronger or weaker. Who knows when it might be extinguished. This kind of flame is really as powerful as you guys said. Also, that 'Great Wave Sand-Shattering' isn't too surprising." The armored man stared at her for a moment, then he curled his lips and said, "Look over there. My little niece's method of training iron ore is truly beautiful. What a kind and pleasant sight."

At the end, the armored warrior revealed an intoxicated expression.

Gu Yi and Wu Xin looked at each other speechlessly. Talking about training methods with this guy was tantamount to playing a lute to a cow.

However, the little girl he was talking about was not bad. Although her techniques were not as exquisite as the "Great Wave Sands", her control over the True Fire, as well as her coordination with the True Qi, were all excellent.

Amongst the remaining people, there were also some outstanding blacksmiths. Moreover, a few of them should be middle tier blacksmiths.

To have such a standard before the age of twenty could be considered a genius in the Honor Continent.

However, compared to the little fellow who displayed the "Great Wave Sands" technique, it was inferior. Even if one did not compare the method used to train the iron mine, the extremely pure and condensed flames alone were not something they could compare with. He did not expect such a genius to appear in this "Refining Competition."

And there was also the low-ranked blacksmith who forged yesterday's long spear. I wonder which one of the lower ranked blacksmiths could it be him?

Gu Yi and Wu Xin were both excited as they looked towards Mu Kui and Qing Ye who were beside them.

"Tsk tsk, did you hear that?"

At the side of the stage, a middle-aged man with an elegant demeanor was praising endlessly. He looked at the old man on the right and said, "Brother Lu, it seems that the two masters value that little fellow a lot. I wonder which family's Disciples it is, for them to be so outstanding. Brother Lu, I think your family should have a few young refiners as well, right? "

This middle-aged man was the master of the Gu family in Nu Lang (Furious Waves) City, Gu Jingcheng. The one he called Brother Lu was the Lu family's Patriarch, Lu Li.

"I did participate, but I didn't even pass the first stage. Two barely passed the second stage, so I guess I'll have to stop at the second stage." The old man called Lu Li helplessly shook his head. He looked at the outstanding young men and women in the square below with envy.

A weapons craftsman wasn't someone that could be fostered just because he wanted to cultivate it.

"Brother Tang, what about your Tang Clan?" Gu Jingcheng looked to the left of Tang Tianren in the blink of an eye.

"Ugh …" Our Tang Clan is participating alone, and we are still here. We should be able to pass the second round, right? " Tang Tianren forced out a smile, his expression extremely ugly.

"Your Tang Clan and Lu Clan are both pretty good. Unlike my Gu Clan, we don't even have a single competitor." Seeing him in such a state, a hint of ridicule flashed through Gu Jingcheng's eyes, but he still heaved a sigh of relief.

"Your Gu family's younger generation does not have any outstanding artificers, but there is one Gu Ying, who is a little fellow with a high possibility of becoming a Stage Nine Martial Saint." Lu Li laughed.

"Gu Ying is indeed not bad." Gu Jingcheng had a smug look on his face, but then he squinted his eyes, "I wonder who will be the champion of this tournament?"

"Could it be that Brother Gu wants to recruit the chief?"

"I can't hope for the chief of the competition to pass the third trial. If he can recruit one to my Gu family, then I'll be satisfied."

"..."

Listening to Gu Jincheng and Lu Li singing the same tune, Tang Tianren looked coldly at the figure in the arena below, and a long memory appeared in her mind. Seventeen years ago, a beautiful woman who was severely injured was brought back to her house by him. Originally, he was prepared to take her back to his room after her injuries healed slightly, but the girl refused to do so.