After Xiao Chen and the others cleaned up the secret room for a long time, it was already half an hour later.

After Mo Fan checked the stove again, he solemnly said: "I'm going to make a fire. I'll listen to my command to pull the bellows."

Xiao Chen nodded, walked slowly to the bellows, and held the handle made of fine iron wood with both hands. A cool feeling came from the wooden handle.

"start!"

The flames in the stove suddenly rose up, and the entire basement began to surge in heat, but what was strange was that.

This secret room seems to have been cleverly designed. After a heat wave circling in the air for a week, it finally dissipates slowly and evenly distributed in various parts of the secret room.

With the vent, the breeze gushed in. Although the basement was extremely hot, it was not unbearable. Xiao Chen abandoned the distracting thoughts in his heart, held the wooden handle and pulled it back suddenly.

Scream! Scream!

A strange thing happened. Xiao Chen was surprised to find that he had only opened a few centimeters away, and then he couldn't move. He was shocked. What's going on? No matter how bad I am, I still have the strength of a mid-grade warrior.

Could it be that even the small bellows cannot be pulled?

The flames in the stove slowly became smaller. Mo Fan quickly looked at Xiao Chen and couldn't help but feel anxious, "Young Master Xiao, why haven't you done it yet? The fire in the stove is going to be extinguished. My stewed stove is not an ordinary stove. If you light a fire once, you will consume a lot of spirit stones and you can't waste it at will."

Xiao Chen was very anxious, but no matter how hard he tried, the bellows didn't move, and sweat from his forehead kept dripping. What's going on? What's going on?

Mo Fan seemed to understand something, so he came over and wanted to tell Xiao Chen some of the tricks.

Ao Jiao suddenly spoke and stopped him, "Now is not the time to be distracted. Look at the stove and prepare to put the moon stone in. I'll teach him."

Wave!

Xiao Chen suddenly felt something soft on the back of his head, which felt extremely comfortable. In the hot basement, a cool feeling actually stretched out, making people calm down.

"Idiot, this bellows cannot be pulled with brute force. You have to use force to follow the overflow of airflow; otherwise, no matter how strong you have, you can't pull it. If you use too much force, it will destroy the bellows."

Xiao Chen felt a gust of fragrant wind coming, and Ao Jiao, who was floating in the air, leaned tightly behind him. A pair of proudly firm and firm in his chest was pressed against the back of his head, and two slender arms slowly placed on his hands.

Controlling the wooden handle, he slowly pulled the bellows with his arms, and a huge fire rose from the stove, and the temperature in the entire basement suddenly tripled.

But Xiao Chen felt extremely cool in his heart. At this moment, Ao Jiao's voice was extremely gentler than usual, like the coolest summer breeze in the world, slowly moving the impetuous heart of the boy.

Slowly forgetting the softness on the back of his head. Under the guidance of Ao Jiao, Xiao Chen pulled the wooden handle of the bellows without any haste.

At some point, Ao Jiao had slowly left behind Xiao Chen and looked at Mo Fan in front of the stove in a daze.

Mo Fan took out a moon stone from behind and murmured: "What a waste. Ordinary people only need a little powder of moon stone, but they actually threw it into the stove piece by piece."

"If it weren't for the lack of a few other rare things, so many moon stones, it would be more than enough to cast a secondary magic weapon."

Ao Jiao stared at the moon stone that kept falling into the stove, and the scene in front of her began to gradually blur...

This was the same situation a thousand years ago. One day, a boy who was extremely proud of himself, went to Haotian Sect alone with a huge number of moon stones.

The contemporary sect leader of Haotian Sect, because of his strong personal charm, went down the mountain to pick him up and created the second-divine weapon Thunderwood Sword for him.

When the five-colored rays of light soar into the sky, the powerful spiritual energy wrapped the entire Haotian Sect, and the monstrous sword intent could be felt within a radius of hundreds of miles.

Everyone knows that the sixth second magic weapon in the past thousand years has been born, and she was born from the colorful red light. She is holy like a fairy in the sky, and her flawless face seems to have a hint of tenderness and confusion.

When she was born, she stood there quietly, with her somewhat tender face making her look like a child.

But all this could not hide her pride. She looked at the world without saying a word. Within a radius of thousands of miles, there were 108,000 soul soldiers trembling because of her appearance.

Because she is the king of the sword, she is the king of these 18,000 soul soldiers. Although she was born, she could not hide her pride. Since I was born, I am the king, and all soldiers would bow to me, because I am the emperor of the sword!

I am the second magic weapon, the Thunder Emperor Sangmu Sword!

No one could stop me from walking. She took the Sangmu Sword and drifted through the sky, flying towards the sky.

"The magic weapon flew away!"

"She is going to choose a master!"

The surprise sounds were heard everywhere, but more of them were extremely happy. No one expected that the newborn Leimu Sword would be so proud and wanted to choose a master.

But this also gave them a chance. If they could subdue it, then they would be the master of this divine weapon, the second divine weapon - the thing that all warriors in the world dream of.

But the incredible man did not give them any chance, and only left them with three seconds of thought. He also flew up in the sky, like a roc spreading its wings, quickly passing the thunder and lightning, and instantly held the thunder and lightning in his hand.

The fallen Sangmu laughed, with an unconcealed surprise in his eyes and said, "What a proud sword, from today on, you will be called Aojiao. I, Sangmu, will definitely be the one who will make you feel proud."

...

The temperature in the basement is getting higher and higher. No matter how exquisitely designed it is, when the stove is completely burned, the heat close to 1000 degrees cannot be completely dissipated.

Xiao Chen's clothes were completely wet. In contrast, Mo Fan had taken off all the clothes on his upper body, revealing his strong muscles.

Xiao Chen wiped the sweat from his forehead and felt extremely hot all over. The entire basement was like an oven. He felt that he was about to be roasted if he was staying there.

But it was already a critical moment. Mo Fan was stirring the boiling iron in the stove with the unique secret technique of the founder. There were only a few pieces of moon stones left next to him.

You must not stop at this time. Once you stop, all your efforts will be wasted. The heavenly soul soldiers you get will be completely abandoned.

It was just really hot, Xiao Chen seemed to faint, and the weak pusher's bellows were about to fall down the next moment he put the Buddha.

At this moment, a breeze blew from behind Xiao Chen, and the cool breeze blew into Xiao Chen's heart. It dispelled the heat in his body, and his heart was cool and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

Although I can't look back, Xiao Chen could also guess that this breeze came from Ao Jiao's hands. A warm current surged in Xiao Chen's heart. This little girl didn't expect that her mouth was so poisonous and she still had a little conscience.

By the way, in addition to his conscience, this little girl is really big. Thinking of the previous scene, Xiao Chen's body actually reacted.

Damn, where did I think of it? Xiao Chen slapped his head hard, and finally calmed down and began to push the bellows hard.

Time passed by minute by minute. Whenever Xiao Chen was about to hold on, a breeze would blow behind him, sweeping away the fatigue in his body and filling him with strength again.

A large pile of moon stones were finally put into the stove. The boiling surface of the stove was full of iron slurry turned into moon petrol, and the entire surface kept jumping, and the heat waves of iron were rolling.

Mo Fan carefully observed the iron slurry in the stove. The rolling heat waves coming from the surface seemed to cause him no trouble. The entire stove emitted the unique yellow light of the moon stone.

Mo Fan took out the top cold iron with a serious expression, and a cyclone was fired with his left hand. The iron paste in the stove began to rotate rapidly, and even more terrifying heat waves dissipated around.

thump!

When the formation of iron slurry was about to form an extreme vortex, Mo Fan quickly put the best cold iron into the vortex's eyes, splashing a small stream of iron.

The fine cold iron began to melt slowly, and the dark light of the dark iron turned into the cold iron slowly merged and merged. In the end, when the cold iron stones were all melted, the dark yellow light had all dissipated and the iron turned into a pure black light.

Seeing that the time had come, Mo Fan shouted loudly, and his left palm pressed towards the stove, and a huge suction force came out of his palm. The iron in the stove below began to roll continuously and gathered in the air.

The sweat on Mo Fan's forehead dripping, like rain, kept falling, but at this moment he didn't care at all. He looked nervously at the iron that was gathering at his palm.

Finally, all the iron in the stove was sucked into the air by him, forming an iron ball with a ball of football laughing, emitting a terrifying and extremely heat wave, and constantly spinning.

puff!

At this moment, a bright light suddenly lit up in Ao Jiao's hand, and the next moment, a light and shadow shot out from her hand and flew directly into the iron ball.

Mo Fan said in surprise: "This is... the source of the fighting saint!"

The source of the Dou Sheng is the most powerful attacking source in the world. The soul soldiers with it can evolve into the most powerful attacking of the Dou Sheng in the world.

In the legend, the source of the Dou Sheng is divided into six parts, each representing a different explanation of the attack technique. The six Dou Sheng sources are embedded in six different secondary divine weapons.

It is said that if these six divine weapons are combined and the source of the Dou Sheng can form a new divine weapon. However, from ancient times to the present, there are only ten divine weapons in the history of the Tianwu Continent for tens of thousands of years.
Chapter completed!