Su Yingxia was so focused on her practice that she didn’t notice Han Qianqian’s disappearance.
Scar was also swimming in the ocean of knowledge, and did not notice Han Qianqian’s movements.
A few minutes later, Han Qianqian appeared in his own little bamboo house.
Because Su Yingxia had to train with Han Qianqian today, Han Nian had already been taken to the women’s side of the Heavenly Demon Fortress to take care of her.
In the bamboo hut, Han Qianqian was almost alone.
“Thunderclap!”
In the bamboo hut, as soon as Han Qianqian had landed, he heard a clash of chaotic steel and iron.
On the wooden planks, a large pile of weapons was thrown directly out of Han Qianqian’s spatial ring.
In Han Qianqian’s picture at the moment, these things, look like a pile of scrap metal, but in the eyes of others, something is very different.
At least …… this pile of divine weapons is simply powerful & earthy to take the shoot ah.
“Hey, alchemy although I’m a bit explosive performance, but refining weapons should not be so?”
Looking at the pile of “broken iron” in front of him, Han Qianqian let out a sigh of secrecy.
The pills are meant to be eaten and maintain a certain level of medicinal properties, so the control of the fire is very important. Once there is any improper operation, what Han Qianqian has practiced will directly explode ……
This is something that Han Qianqian has done quite a bit of, and he has made a lot of black and white things.
But refining is not the same.
No, it should be different.
Iron and other things don’t require perfect control of the fire, so a little more or a little less shouldn’t affect it too much.
So theoretically it would be much easier.
At least, that was Han Qianqian’s theory.
“Brother, if the herbs are gone, I can plant them again, but if they’re gone, I’ll just have to watch and cry, ah.”
When he took out the Double Dragon Cauldron, Han Qianqian’s heart was actually faint because all of the above extrapolations were actually nothing more than his self-righteous extrapolations.
Whether it was feasible or not, whether it could be used ……
The two of them were not even considered by Han Qianqian.
Su Yingxia does not have a weapon that he can use.
It’s not that Han Qianqian couldn’t give it away, but the problem was that the quality of the jade sword itself wasn’t very high. The reason why Han Qianqian kept using it was because it was easy to use, and secondly, it was even simpler, as the Heavenly Flame Moon Wheel was not weak in battle with it.
If he had given it to Su Yingxia, he knew very well what the power of the Jade Sword would be without the Heavenly Fire Moon Wheel.
It couldn’t give Su Yingxia carbon in the snow, or even, the icing on the cake.
So, Han Qianqian had to find another weapon to give her.
But after looking around, there were not many suitable ones, so Han Qianqian came up with the idea of beating one for Su Yingxia himself.
This idea, of course, was not entirely empty.
After all, Han Qianqian had the Double Dragon Cauldron, an absolute God of material refinement, and at the same time, he also had an extremely large number of weapons of all kinds in his spatial ring.
Even if these weapons were of average quality, at least the materials themselves could always be used.
As the saying goes, even three smiths are better than one Zhuge Liang, and this pile of scrap iron may even be able to concoct a divine weapon.
The pile of scrap iron might even be able to concoct a divine weapon. Thinking of this, Han Qianqian’s confidence was inexplicably boosted.
However, Han Qianqian is definitely not a reckless man.
He would do whatever he wanted to do.
At least, before giving Su Yingxia a weapon, he had to exercise enough experience for himself first.
Experience, well, it was simple.
The polar bear army was still short of a large pile of gold armour, so Han Qianqian could both build them armour and accumulate his experience in “ironworking”.
Two birds with one stone.
Soon, the sound of banging iron was heard throughout the bamboo hut.
Han Qianqian had twisted and loosened all the joints in order to adapt the armour to each person’s movement, a process that was progressing well after the experience he had gained from the armour he had built for Scar.
About a few hours later, ten or so pieces of armour had been laid out in the small bamboo hut.
Lined up in a row, Han Qianqian perfectly portrayed what it meant to be crooked.
If someone didn’t tell you that they were armour, you might not even know what they were.
However, in front of the confident Han Qianqian, these were all golden armours, shining in gold, simply too good to be true.
“Next, it’s the main event.”
Han Qianqian said, and looked at the pile of “broken iron” on the ground ……