C545 Refining Pavilion
C545 Refining Pavilion
Hearing this, Long Bufan also grinned: "That's right, what should come will eventually come, and it's fine as long as it's natural."
It was already late into the night. Long Bufan glanced at the ten magic clone who were still trying hard to memorize their knowledge of refining pills and could not help but yawn, before finding a comfortable position on the bed to lie down.
He had spent the past few days in the midst of rushing about, and today, he had spent another eight hours learning how to refine pills. Thus, the moment he lay down exhausted, he immediately fell into a deep sleep.
This time, Long Bufan slept soundly. He dreamt that he had returned to his previous world's army, fighting in the rain with his comrades to protect his family and protect his country.
However, when he woke up the next morning, his home was no longer his home, and his country was no longer his country.
The scenes from the past flashed past one after another. Finally, they let out a sigh.
The difference between dream and reality, made Long Bufan feel sad, but in his mind, Lin Shuanger, Zhu Da Pang, Lei Meng, Long Yunfei, Lin Yan ? When he saw the faces of others, as well as the Spirit Profound Martial House who had lived for more than a decade, Long Bufan's mood gradually became better and better.
Even though he was in a different world, the Spirit Profound Martial House was like Long Bufan's home, and the seniors and juniors of the sect were like his family. The sect was the home he was currently protecting.
Before leaving the dorm, Long Bufan left tens of thousands of primeval stone s in the dorm to replenish their energy. Right now, primeval stone s were merely the numbers to him.
After casually eating some breakfast, Long Bufan finally walked out of the dormitory area, and directly rushed in the direction of the Refining Pavilion.
The Refining Pavilion was located in the north hall of the sect and the entire pavilion was constructed with black metal, it was completely pitch black. When he was near the Refining Pavilion, Long Bufan could already hear heavy hammering sounds coming from all over the place.
"Hiss ?!"
When Long Bufan stepped into the pavilion, a wave of heat wave immediately blew towards him. Because Refining Pavilion needed a long time to refine metals, and needed a high temperature essence fire to refine them, the entire Refining Pavilion was enveloped in a fiery red light.
Outside was a cold winter, and inside was a scorching heat. In a few breaths, Long Bufan's body had experienced the feeling of having both ice and fire at the same time, and it was extremely comfortable.
The area of the Refining Pavilion was very big, there were five cauldrons of furnaces smelting metal, and every furnace had seven to eight disciples of the Refining Pavilion in charge, all of them wielding large hammers, and sweating profusely towards the weapons, completely ignoring Long Bufan who was coming over.
After asking a few disciples of the Refining Pavilion about it, Long Bufan finally found the best blacksmith in the entire Refining Pavilion, who had a sturdy body.
"What are you going to forge? If it is just ordinary forging materials, you can simply choose a weapon in the Refining Pavilion and exchange it for your sect's contribution points to avoid trouble. " Bald old man scratched his nose and asked lazily, with a trace of contempt in his tone. Towards Long Bufan who was dressed in Outer Palace Disciples's attire, he obviously didn't think that a shabby Outer Palace Disciples could take out any valuable ore.
Long Bufan didn't care too much about it and directly turned his hand, taking out the storage bag s. The black sharp light emitted an ice-cold luster, causing the high temperature Refining Pavilion s to instantly drop by a few degrees, creating an extra few traces of coldness.
Long Bufan lowered his head to look at the Bald old man in front of him, and asked: "I want to repair the spirit of this sword, you ? Can you do it? "