Zongwu: Master Tianji, detoxify Yaoyue at the beginning

Yuan Ming looked at this scene, although it was somewhat different from what he had imagined, but for no reason, he had a good feeling for it.

At this time, a square-faced man who was also wearing a short jacket and a red hair band on his forehead finally saw Yuan Ming, and walked towards Yuan Ming through the rows of casting rooms.

His body was muscular, his muscles were tense, and he outlined lines full of power. Fang Zheng, with his short beard, had a meticulous and serious expression on his cheeks, and walked in front of Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming glanced at the green badge hanging around his waist. It was the same style as Chen Wan's, and it seemed to be unique to inner disciples.

"I've seen Brother Fang Ge." Yuan Ming clasped his fists and said.

Last night, Chen Wan had already told him that it was this senior brother Fangge who was in charge of managing the Huofang casting and teaching the named disciples the basics of weapon refining in the Huoriantang.

Brother Fangge's surname is not Fang, he is from southern Xinjiang, so his name is Fangge.

"You are a new named disciple, and your name is... Yuan Ming, right?" Fang Ge looked Yuan Ming up and down and asked.

His voice is thick and thick, which fits perfectly with his overall image.

"Senior Brother, thank you for teaching me." Yuan Ming nodded and clasped his fists.

Fangge nodded secretly, seeing that although Yuan Ming's figure was not muscular, but his frame was strong, and he acted quite politely, he felt a little good in his heart.

But there was still no smile on his face, and he said:

"You are late. The rule of our fire workshop is to ignite the fire at three o'clock in the afternoon and continue until three o'clock in the noon. After that, the time is free. If you want to continue to forge, or practice on your own, you can feel free. It is the first time to miss you , don’t care about it, and don’t commit another crime in the future.”

"Senior brother said yes, I will remember it." Yuan Ming replied.

"Although our Fire Refining Hall is not the largest and the largest number of people, its status in the sect is second only to the Beast Control Hall. Many of their spirit beast mounts either need to wear saddles or bridles. Those who need to be imprisoned by chains cannot do without the help of our Fire Refining Hall." Fang Ge continued, his words were full of pride.

Yuan Ming knew that Biluo Cave was founded on controlling beasts, no matter which hall's disciples they were, almost all were proud of being accompanied by spirit beasts, but not all of them had the ability to raise and train spirit beasts.

The main responsibility of the disciples of Yushoutang is to breed, breed, capture, train and domesticate spirit beasts in large quantities.

"In addition to these, we also need to refine weapons, hidden weapons, and even magic weapons. The first two can be completed by ordinary registered disciples as long as they have a standard pattern. As for magic weapons...it's too far away from you, so I don't need to know for now." Fang Ge continued.

Yuan Ming already knew something about the magic weapon from Zhao Tong, and knew that it could only be made by a craftsman above the Foundation Establishment Stage.

"Let's go, take you to the fire pit to try your hand."

As he said that, Fangge brought Yuan Ming to an empty casting room.

When he got inside, Yuan Ming could see all the structures inside. A firepit was built near the wall on the left.

There is a forged anvil next to the firepit, and some ores and metal powders are stacked on the upper shelf, and some wood and charcoal are stacked on the lower shelf.

"Wood is used to make a fire, and the charcoal is lit. After the temperature rises, the ore will be smelted. These metal powders are the smelting materials that have been screened. There are many kinds, and you will recognize them later." Fang Ge said.

Yuan Ming glanced over and found that he knew many of them. One of the reasons was that there were many of them that he had sold to Zhao Tong.

"Don't worry about other things today, just practice the most basic work, forging." Fangge picked up the huge hammer on the anvil forging table, lightly tossed it, and threw it to Yuan Ming.

Yuan Ming caught it immediately. Although he was on guard, he was still pulled by his arm and sank.