He didn't think much about it. Anyway, to him, all metals were the same and there was no difference in forging. He simply picked a piece of Heavy Silver and held it in his hand.
Heavy Silver shook it in Lu Chen's hand, weighed the weight of the piece of metal, turned around and found a forging bench, deliberately staying far away from Tang Wulin and Mu Xi.
After all, his forging methods are very wild, and the movement will definitely be huge, which may disrupt the rhythm of the two of them.
This time, Lu Chen was not given the last hammer. Constantine gave him a new hammer engraved with the dragon pattern that kills metal and gives it new life.
As soon as the forging started, Lu Chen immediately blocked everything around it.
All he could see now was the Heavy Silver in his hand. The palm holding the forging hammer was slightly warm, and even the head of the hammer seemed to be following his heartbeat, eager to try.
The group of old men with white beards and hair in the audience had all turned their heads around, their eyes glued to the forging tables of Lu Chen and Tang Wulin, and the folds on their faces were stretched tightly, full of uncontrollable excitement.
"Three two one! Start!"
As soon as the referee finished speaking, Lu Chen glanced at Heavy Silver on the forging table. The dark golden metal had burned red and translucent, and the temperature was just right.
Without saying a word, he picked up the forging hammer, his wrist sank suddenly, and the first hammer fell solidly. It was still the familiar Thousand Refinements in One Hammer Strike, and the force was unbelievably steady.
Lu Chen's expression gradually calmed down, and he no longer had any impetuousness. One hammer after another, he hit Heavy Silver unhurriedly.
The moment the hammer fell, his whole body seemed to be trapped in an inexplicable mysterious state. There were no noisy voices in his ears, and there was no roar of the hammer. Only his own breathing and the subtle tremors faintly coming from the inside of the metal were left.
He seemed to be really talking to this piece of Heavy Silver, feeling the lines of the metal stretch and extend under the hammer.
Every time you forge, you are constantly killing the metal and injecting life into it. There is even a hint of soul slowly rising.
"How... how is it possible?!"
Zhen Hua suddenly jumped up from the chair, exclaimed in surprise, and his eyes were as wide as bells.
The white-haired old man next to me yesterday, his voice was trembling, pointing in the direction of Lu Chen, his lips trembling. "This... this is the precursor to Soul Refinement!"
Lu Chen could clearly feel that the Soul Power inside his body was flowing out like running water, the cold sweat on his forehead was falling down, and his face was getting whiter and whiter.
But in his heart he felt like a mirror, if he dared to stop at this juncture, all the previous efforts would be in vain, and he could only grit his teeth and hold on.
The white-haired old man looked at Lu Chen's pale face and stamped his feet anxiously. "No! Let's go up and interrupt him! If he continues like this, his Soul Power will have to be exhausted!"
"Don't go." Zhen Hua's voice also had a subtle tremor, staring at Lu Chen's movements, "He knows what he is doing and can control it."
As he said this, he moved his feet honestly a few steps towards Lu Chen, his eyes locked on Lu Chen for a moment. As long as there was something wrong there, he would rush to protect the person immediately.
At this juncture when he was gritting his teeth and holding on, Soul Power in Lu Chen's body began to operate continuously, and Bloodline Power also began to move more and more along with his movements.
Bloodline Power was continuously fed into his limbs and bones, which could make up for his shortfall in consumption.
A huge black dragon appeared behind him, and then the elements of heaven and earth were absorbed crazily.
In a daze, Lu Chen seemed to really see the faint halo inside Heavy Silver.
It was a metal Spirit Soul, curled up tremblingly, as if it would break if touched.
But he clenched his fists, and his heart felt cold.
His Spiritual Power was still a bit underheated, and he couldn't completely draw out the wisp of Spirit Soul so that it could truly take root in this world.
Still... failed.
"Clang!"
The forging hammer fell from his hand and hit the ground with a muffled sound.
Lu Chen staggered back half a step, his face as white as paper, and the cold sweat on his forehead flowed down his jawline, dripping on the hot forging table, and instantly turned into a wisp of white smoke.
But when he lowered his head and caught a glimpse of the piece of Heavy Silver, he was stunned again.
The metal surface glows with a faint glint, and there is a faint spiritual flow.
This is clearly the state of Half Soul Refinement!
He won this game for sure.
But there was still a trace of disappointment in Lu Chen's eyes. He originally thought that this time he could truly cross the threshold of Soul Refinement.
But after thinking about it again, I felt relieved again.
This time it was purely on the spot, without any preparation. It was already a big surprise to be able to touch the side of Half Soul Refinement.
If I am fully prepared next time, I might be able to pierce that layer of window paper and completely step into the realm of Soul Refinement!
That huge black dragon, even if he stopped forging, was still devouring the energy of heaven and earth.
On the other side, on the forging tables of Tang Wulin and Mu Xi, the atmosphere was also very strange.
The movements of the two people slowed down at some point, their eyes were a little confused, but also revealed a bit of clarity, and they both fell into a state of enlightenment.
Unfortunately, at this moment, everyone in the venue was fixated on the movement at Lu Chen, and no one noticed the changes in these two little guys.
"What a boy! What a boy!"
Zhen Hua was the first one to rush up and grabbed Lu Chen's wrist. When his fingertips touched the cold temperature, he couldn't help but frown, but was immediately dissipated by the excitement in his eyes.
"Half Soul Refinement! You kid can actually touch the threshold of Soul Refinement at this age! I have lived for such a long time, today is an eye-opener!"
The surrounding old men also gathered around, stretching their necks to look at the shiny piece of Heavy Silver, exclaiming in wonder.
The white-haired old man who just shouted to interrupt Lu Chen turned red in the face, slapping his thigh and saying, "It's scary to be born in a young age! It's really scary to be born in a young age! How is your physical condition now?"
Lu Chen reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth. Just as he was about to speak, he felt the world spinning. Soul Power was almost completely consumed in his body, and even standing up was a bit difficult.
Zhen Hua, with quick eyesight and quick hands, supported him and said angrily, "Show off! I don't know how much I weigh? Soul Power is so exhausted, I'm not afraid of getting myself involved!"
He was cursing, but the strength in his hands was extremely gentle. He turned around and shouted behind him, "Quick! Bring me my food."
Without much effort, Mu Ye hurried over with a plate of sashimi. The red shrimps and white clams were arranged neatly, making you want to look at it.
"Eat quickly, this thing is the most effective for supplementing Soul Power!" Mu Ye smiled and handed the plate to Lu Chen.
Lu Chen gritted his teeth, sat up with his limp body, took the plate, picked up a piece of sashimi and slowly put it into his mouth.
The cold meat slid into the throat, and a refreshing breath spread instantly.