Chapter 43: Making a big cake Tianlan Magic High School Back Hill Feng Yao held a palm-sized fine iron block in his hand.
"puff!"
With a thought in his mind, golden flames appeared in his hands.
The golden red color in the spiritual world flashed rapidly, and the colorful nebula of the ten thousand phases was dominated by a red gold color.
Feng Yao's eyes also glowed with gold.
Golden flames sprayed from Feng Yao's hand onto the silver fine iron block, and the iron block was carried into the air by the sprayed flames!
As the flames intensified, the iron block stopped in front of Feng Yao, and tongues of fire danced wildly on the iron block! The fine iron is slowly softened under the flames, and as time passes, the surrounding temperature rises.
The iron block stagnant in front of Feng Yao became limp and attached to the red-gold flame like jelly.
Finally, the silver iron block turned into a pool of golden-red molten iron with the color of flame!
The molten iron was not dragged up by the flames and gathered together like the wind phoenix, but dripped into the soil like water.
"Puff, puff, puff!" The molten iron made a sound like boiling lava.
The surrounding soil turned dark black under the burning of molten iron, and spider web-like cracks appeared on the burned dry land!
There was still half a piece of fine iron in Feng Yao's hand that had not turned into molten iron. Seeing this scene, he quickly stopped smelting.
"Ning!" After Feng Yao's words fell, golden flames formed a big golden bowl at Feng Yao's feet!
The molten iron dripped into the solid golden bowl, and Feng Yao put the remaining half of the iron block into the golden bowl.
It only took half an hour to let the iron block melt. Now there are signs of failure, and Feng Yao is unwilling to give up. Fortunately, there is a chance to save it.
The wind Yao exerted force again, and magma-like flames flowed into the golden bowl and entangled with the molten iron.
Sweat as big as peas was already forming on Feng Yao's head, and there were cracks in the ground like spider webs under his feet. Golden magma was exposed in the cracks, and it was about to have the potential of a volcanic eruption!
If Feng Yao exerts more force to activate Huixing Yan's domain, I'm afraid this back mountain will turn into a hellish scene of horror!
At this time, the fine iron in the golden bowl completely turned into molten iron.
"Inject spiritual power, wrap the molten iron with spiritual power, and then shape the molten iron!" Feng Huang's voice reached Feng Yao's ears.
Feng Yao injected spiritual power into it according to her guidance.
Suddenly!The molten iron in the golden bowl began to boil, and Feng Yao's spirit stirred the molten iron uncontrollably.
Feng Yao stabilized his mind, with a thin layer of golden light attached to his hand, and then held the golden bowl in his hand.
Inject mental power into the molten iron again, this time it didn't boil and gush like before.
The mental power enveloped the molten iron. Feng Yao just wanted to control the molten iron and found that the molten iron was motionless! His soul began to exert force, and at this moment he exploded with power that shook thousands of pounds of star iron in the palace! The molten iron began to squirm in the golden bowl, and the golden bowl was decomposed and the energy melted into the molten iron.
In the end, the molten iron was reshaped into a pie-shaped thing, and Feng Yao was exhausted.
The flatbread is almost spread out over one meter, thick in the center and thin around the edge, just like a flatbread. This is the limit of his soul, but it is not the limit of Huixing Yan.
Feng Yao now understood why Feng Huang had to wait until his soul became stronger before letting him learn to refine weapons.
Seeing Feng Huang easily refining an exquisite iron sword in the space ring, Feng Yao thought it would be very simple, but only after he actually got started did he understand how difficult it was.
Feng Yao lay limply on the hillside, and a drowsy feeling of exhaustion instantly entered his brain. This was the feeling of exhaustion coming from his soul.
An hour has passed unknowingly. He has been in a state of mental power output for the past hour. His ability to persist until now is considered his limit. If he takes more time, he may not be able to bear it.
This is equivalent to releasing magic non-stop for an hour. Which magician dares to do this?At midnight, starlight shines on the jungle on the earth, and the bright moon hangs high in the night sky.
Feng Yao was awakened by the cool breeze from the mountain behind Tianlan Magic High School.
"Embarrassed!" Feng Yao sat up and sneezed.
He looked at the pile of "big cakes" on Feng Yao's body with complicated eyes. "Is this my masterpiece?" Feng Yao looked at the discus with some disgust and said to himself.
"It's great to be able to achieve this level for the first time. In my time, apprentices like you were still cultivating their souls outside the mountain gate." Feng Huang's voice comforted Feng Yao.
Feng Yao didn't speak, he just stood up silently, patted the soil on his body, and put the half-finished 'big cake' into the space ring.
"Why do I feel like I'm the most useless person in my body?" Feng Yao thought carefully.
The Wanxiang System has unlimited potential. Huixing Yan is the big boss, not to mention the soul of Fenghuang. There is also the dark dragon dagger, a heaven-level magic weapon. The only thing left on him is his soul, which is the real waste. one. "Don't feel it, your soul is the weakest right now." Feng Huang had just finished comforting him and gave him a severe blow.
Feng Yao: "."
"Is there any secret method that specifically enhances the soul?" Feng Yao asked.
"Yes, I have it, but I can't give it to you now."
"Why?" Feng Yao asked doubtfully.
Feng Yao took advantage of the moonlight and walked back to the nearby Orchid Community.
"Giving you such a secret now is harming you."
"Oh." Feng Yao didn't ask any more questions, he already had the answer in his heart.
"Tool refining is the process of soul cultivation. It should be done step by step. Everyone will grow, but no one can reach the sky in one step. All I can do is improve your starting line."
"In the future, I am still waiting for you to carry forward this skill of my Feng family." Feng Huang said.
"When you are resurrected, will you return to the current Feng clan?" Feng Yao suddenly asked.
"I am the head of the Feng family. If I don't return to the clan, where will I go? But now it's time for the Feng family to straighten things out."
"Don't be in a hurry to straighten out the family affairs. Even if the Feng family is removed, I will reach a higher place in another way!" Feng Yao said.
"Well, your three-year contract is coming soon, right? The top priority is to improve your strength first." Fenghuang said.
"Ah."
He had already chosen an escape route for himself after the three-year agreement, which was to remain anonymous. Even with the fox tail around, they couldn't find Feng Yao anyway.
At that time, the Feng family who has taken root in the imperial capital will be completely removed from the imperial capital, and the Mu family will become the overlord of the party.
This was not the result Feng Huang wanted. She knew that this generation's housekeeping was corrupt, but she still couldn't accept the fact that her family was wiped out.
After all, she had experienced a family disaster back then, and she didn't want all the hard work she had put in to go to waste.
After Feng Yao returned to Tang Yue's house, he rushed directly into the bathroom and took a hot shower.
Then continue to lie on the bed to recharge your batteries.
The next day Feng Yao came to the hunter's hall. His money was a little tight now, and he wouldn't even have enough money for food in a few days.
In the hunter's hall, the feeling of watching a monkey becomes even stronger.
She was already dressed very low-key, just wearing a casual dress with a top that went over her thighs and a pair of shorts underneath. The exaggerated top covered up the shorts, giving her a youthful look. The unique charm of a 'vixen' that she exudes is constantly affecting everyone who passes by. (End of this chapter)