The violent bear king in Marvel

Wang Fan looked at the rough sword blank in his arms and had no time to take care of Thor. He borrowed a studio from Ai Cui and plunged into it.

Thor looked at the closed door, rubbed his hands with a sneer on his face and said to his companions, "Let's go! We won't be able to see the king in a short time."

Ai Cui's huge body leaned outside the door, nodded and said, "I'm afraid you won't see the kind of craftsmanship he has. Just like us dwarves, we only pass it down to our own people from generation to generation. Let's go. With the importance he attaches to that... A sword won’t come out within a few years, and I will order someone to prepare it for him for his daily needs.”

Wang Fan was very satisfied when he entered the studio. Although this small studio is small, it has all the internal organs, such as the operation table, the small furnace, the steel buttons for forging, and all the things related to forging that can be thought of. There is also a large bed and a small bathroom.

Holding the sword blank, Wang Fan began to meditate and restore his true energy. The seemingly simple process of making the sword blank consumed almost all of Wang Fan's true energy. If he wanted to further refine the flying sword, true energy was indispensable.

With his heart immersed in the void, Wang Fan seemed to see the neutron star in the center of Nidawi. The neutron star had existed for unknown time, but it gave Wang Fan the feeling that he was getting old and had lost the vitality of his youth. But it became more and more heavy and steady. Looking at it, it seemed as if I had personally experienced the rise and fall of Nidawi. I don’t know how many artifacts were tempered by it before they could shine.

The fiery energy was replenished into the Dantian bit by bit. When the true energy refilled the Dantian, Wang Fan started the second refining.

Sitting cross-legged on the iron bed, the sword blank in front of him was floating in the air in front of Wang Fan. If you look carefully, you can still see the burrs on the sword blank. The fire in his heart spurted out from Wang Fan's outstretched palms, but it did not let the room in the room. The temperature rises, and the faint red flame gently wraps the entire sword blank, removing impurities on the sword blank. It can be clearly seen that the color of the sword blank becomes brighter.

This was not enough. Wang Fan forced out a drop of his heart's blood and blended it into the inner fire. The entire flame seemed to have undergone a chemical reaction. The flame turned orange and burned even more fiercely. The sword blank was also extremely hungry to absorb the powder. Open blood.

It wasn't until his true energy was exhausted that Wang Fan stopped and continued to meditate. Repeatedly, except for eating, drinking, and defecating, Wang Fan never stepped out of the studio door. With a drop of his heart's work every day, the sword blank was getting closer and closer to taking shape, until The forty-ninth drop of heart blood dripped down, and the whole long sword buzzed in the air, like a coquettish child, connected with Wang Fan like an arm.

Wang Fan looked at the long sword in front of him with a pale face. This second step of refining almost killed him. He didn't know what tests were waiting for him next, and he even looked forward to what he would gain when the sword was completed. strength.

After a week of rest, Wang Fan barely recovered. The next step is to carve the inscription formation. For a flying sword, the inscription formation is no less than a second life. No matter how good the materials are, if the inscription formation does not match , it’s a pity to throw away tasteless food like chicken ribs.

Wang Fan thought about this sword for a long time, and even shamelessly approached Ai Cui to ask him about the characteristics of Ulu Kobelco, and finally decided to carve two inscription formations on it.

Wang Fan naturally wants to carve a few more, but unfortunately, what the inscription formation emphasizes is that the zhenqi can be completed in one go. Wang Fan's current zhenqi can only carve two at most, and one more cannot be sustained by the current zhenqi, so he can only retreat. Next, choose the inscription formation that best suits this sword.

The first inscription formation carved on the sword is the Ju Rui Formation. The sword itself is a five-element golden sword. Gathering the sharp gold energy can greatly increase the power of the sword. It can also be used when not fighting. Quickly restore Wang Fan's vitality, Ulu Kobelco's super high magic conductivity can fully exert its full effect.

The second inscription formation is the Eternal Formation. As one of the natal flying swords, this sword and Wang Fan can be said to be both prosperous and damaged. Wang Fan does not want the flying sword to be damaged and cost him half of his life, so this sword The two inscription formations stood out among the many alternative formations.

After countless practices and repeated deliberation, Wang Fan dared to carve the inscription formation on that sword. Success or failure depended on this one move, and Wang Fan could not help but be careless.

When Huangtian paid off and completed the flying sword, the whole studio was filled with golden light, which made Wang Fan unable to open his eyes. Alarms sounded throughout Nidawi, and King Ai Cui even ran over and smashed open the studio. The first thing he saw at the iron gate was that the flying sword had restrained its light under Wang Fan's control. It was getting smaller and smaller and was being swallowed by Wang Fan. Ai Cui's eyes almost bulged out when he saw it.

"King, how did you do it? You ate that sword?" Ai Cui couldn't understand why Wang Fan ate the sword that he had worked so hard to build. What was even more curious was how the sword could shrink into such a small size. Big point, this completely violates the principle of matter in his mind.

Wang Fan spit out the flying sword naughtily again, and saw that the flying sword quickly grew in size after he blurted out, and became more than two meters long again. The sharpness on the blade was like a sharp sword, and the tip of the sword pointed at There was a hole in every place.

Wang Fan said with some show off, "How about Ai Cui? This sword can still be taken seriously."

Ai Cui ignored the sharpness of the sword and rushed over to observe it carefully. He looked at the giant sword. The blade was wide and accompanied by cold light. The sword was engraved with complicated patterns. The hilt was retro and thick. It was a pity that he had to pick it up and try it out. At this time, the sword floating in the air automatically dodged.

Ai Cui looked at the sword with some envy and said, "What a rare and good sword! I have to say that you have been busy for half a year. Although you have not tested its power, it is not difficult to see that this is a bitor." Mjolnir's better magic weapon is sharper than the Dragon Fang Sword I made myself in terms of sharpness alone. Have you given it a name?"

Wang Fan nodded and said its name, "Thousand Star Sword, a divine sword made from neutron stars that have remained immortal for millions of years. I hope it will live up to this name." He stroked the sword body with his hand as he spoke. The Thousand Star Sword seemed to be responding to Wang Fan. The entire sword body was humming happily in response to Wang Fan.

"Let me tell you when Thor leaves, if you want to go back to Asgard, just call Heimdall on the second floor platform, and he will release the Rainbow Bridge to take you back." Ai Cui seemed to know that Wang Fan was leaving. He reluctantly said what Thor told him. After getting along with him for such a long time, he knew that Wang Fan, who could concentrate on doing things, had the same craftsmanship spirit as the dwarves.

Wang Fan took the Thousand Star Sword back into his body, and a mini version of the Thousand Star Sword immediately floated above his dantian. The dantian was also expanded more than three times. If Wang Fan's dantian was a small puddle before, the current dantian is equivalent to a small puddle. A large bathtub is completely different, and the transformation time has also increased to eighteen minutes, which is not counting the doubling of combat power.

Wang Fan walked over and hugged Ai Cui. This seemingly unkempt dwarf king helped him tirelessly. Wang Fan kept this kindness in his heart. After getting along for half a year, he suddenly had to leave, and he was still a little reluctant to let go. .

"Ai Cui, I will miss you. I really want to take you to see the earth. Let me do my best to entertain you as a landlord."

Ai Cui patted Wang Fan on the back with his big hand and said, "Wang, you will always be a welcome person in Nidawi. If my child learns blacksmithing in the future, I hope you can give him some guidance and allow him to inherit my throne." "

Wang Fan nodded firmly. Who said that dwarves were irritable, weird and heartless, and placed all their favors on their children? Wang Fan was extremely overwhelmed when he thought about teaching such a naughty child in the future.

Without too much sensationalism, Wang Fan, accompanied by Ai Cui, summoned Heimdall, and a rainbow bridge swept Wang Fan away, leaving only the mark of a circle on the ground.