Little People of Cultivation

I have touched the traces of my own way, although I haven't really determined what my way is, but it is better to have a goal to move forward than to know nothing, at least the haze in Bai Moran's heart has been wiped away a lot, and the cultivation base All of a sudden, he rose to the third level of Qi training, which made Bai Moran feel much better.

Because it was winter, Bai Moran had nothing else to do as a spirit planter except practice, so he began to search for where to find a spirit sword for Bai Ling.

Although Bai Ling did not lack spirit swords, Bai Ling, who had such high luck, made friends with a disciple from the outer sect who was very good at refining weapons, and got the flying sword tailor-made for him without paying a very high price. Third Grade Flying Sword.

But this didn't affect Bai Moran's preparation of a flying sword for Bai Ling.

For a cultivator of lightning roots like Bai Ling, the flying sword with the thunder attribute is the most suitable for him, but the flying sword in Bai Ling's hand is of the thunder attribute, so Bai Moran decided to change Bai Ling's attribute, even though this It sounds like a scam, but Bai Moran's intuition tells him that it should be so.

In the end, Bai Moran decided to make a flying sword with ice attribute.

Jia Zao is a very detached existence in the outer sect. He is a weapon refiner. Although he is the lowest level of weapon refiner, even if he is exhausted and has good luck, Jia Zao's best magic weapon is the third grade, but It is still possible for everyone to hold him in the outer door, even if his cultivation is not very good, but he can still walk sideways in the outer door.

It can be said that Jia Zao lived a very happy life in the outer sect, but there are fools everywhere, and he was troubled by a fool a few days ago. If he hadn't met a good person, Jia Zao would have suffered a serious crime.

Jia Zao became friends with Bai Ling and helped him refine a flying sword. It can be said that the flying sword is Jia Zao's best work.

Jia Zao was very proud of this, but this good mood didn't last long, because another person came to his door and asked him to refine the flying sword by himself.

This kind of thing is actually quite normal, but looking at the refining materials that the child is holding in front of him, Jia Zao has the urge to yell at that ignorant child.

Which craftsman have you ever seen refine flying swords with thousand-year-old cold jade? !

Although cold jade is considered hard, it cannot be compared with refined iron at all!And use his flame to shape the millennium cold jade?Who the hell came up with such a good idea? !

But the child was plausible, "Because what I want to refine is an ice-type flying sword, so if I don't use cold jade, do I use ice crystals?"

"I can't practice, you can find someone else." Jia Zao directly refused, thinking that the kid was just messing around, no matter what Bai Moran said, he just didn't listen and drove the troublesome kid away.

Bai Moran, who was kicked out of the house by a very famous craftsman in the outer sect, hugged the thousand-year-old ice that he had finally found, and looked at the snowflakes floating in the sky again, feeling a little helpless in his heart.

Could it be that I have to look for other craftsmen, but there are not many reliable craftsmen out there, and this Jia Zao is the most famous one.

Although so hesitant, Bai Moran still quickly visited several other refiners, but they all refused without exception, and one refiner said: "I have never heard of using such cold jade to refine Flying sword, even if it is a thousand-year cold jade."

Another refiner kindly warned him: "If you want to refine a flying sword suitable for cultivators with ice root roots, you can use cold iron."

"But I think it's better to use the thousand-year-old cold jade." Bai Moran murmured to himself, wrapped up the thousand-year-old cold jade and went directly to the classics room of the outer door, and found a jade slip about refining splash. Bai Moran prepared to think about it carefully, after all, this is a flying sword with ice attribute, so it might not need to be refined with flames.With this in mind, Bai Moran went back to his hut with a carving knife and spirit stones and began to retreat.

During Bai Moran's retreat, Bai Ling hadn't seen Bai Moran for several days in a row. Although Bai Ling excused Bai Moran because of the weather, he didn't hear from Bai Moran for ten days in a row, and he didn't even see a trace of Bai Moran. Shadow, Bai Ling couldn't help being a little restless, although he didn't understand why he was so restless.Stretching out his hand to touch the amber he was wearing, Bai Ling ignored the snowflakes falling outside again and descended to Wuxin Peak.

But before he reached Lingzhi Valley, Bai Ling met a person. Looking at the young man in a light blue cloak holding an oil-paper umbrella, Bai Ling hesitated and called out the person's name.

"Wang Jinyan."

That young man is Wang Jinyan, who is also a strange person in the outer sect, he is an information dealer, as long as you give him the Lingshi Wang Jinyan can tell you any news.But when you really see this person, you will find that he is not the smooth and greedy information dealer that people think. He has been in the outer door for more than ten years, but Wang Jinyan still looks like a young man with a small figure. The boy's face made it impossible to judge how old this person was.But Wang Jinyan is very good-looking, his eyebrows are picturesque, and his smile is innocent and sweet, as if he is a well-loved little prince.

Wang Jinyan gently moved the umbrella away a little, revealing the face of a young man who was completely out of date with his age. He smiled slightly, sweet and clean, with a trace of innocence that did not know the world.

"I'm waiting for you, Senior Brother Bai."

Wang Jinyan's voice is also very pleasant, as clean and clear as his smile, making it impossible to associate such a person with a profession like an intelligence dealer.

Bai Ling couldn't help frowning. Judging by his age, this Wang Jinyan should be his senior brother, but in terms of appearance, this Wang Jinyan looks younger than him, so Bai Ling tolerated this title.

"Looking for me?" Bai Ling was a little puzzled, after all, they only met once.

"I need spirit stones, and Senior Brother Bai needs information." Wang Jinyan smiled innocently.

"What information can you give me?" Bai Ling frowned and began to think about what kind of information he needed, and soon he thought that what he needed was the thunder and lightning needed for cultivation after foundation establishment.

Sure enough, Wang Jinyan said the two words he expected, "Thunder and Lightning." After saying these two words, he blinked his eyes, looking very innocent.

Wang Jinyan took out a jade slip from his sleeve, "This is the place where thunder and lightning gather in the cultivation world I summarized. Although Yunhuazong does not have such a place, there are still some magical places as big as the cultivation world." Wang Jinyan smiled slightly, It looks very moving in this snowstorm.

His eyes are bright, with the purest light in the world, but the words he speaks are full of businessmen's philistines, "Just a hundred low-grade spirit stones! This is because of the good relationship between us. The preferential price given to you."

The corner of Bai Ling's mouth couldn't help twitching, he didn't think they could have a good relationship after only seeing each other once.But what Wang Jinyan has in his hands is what he needs.

Without doubting the authenticity of the jade slip in Wang Jingyan's hand, Bai Ling took out a middle-grade spirit stone from his purse and handed it over.

The corner of Wang Jinyan's mouth curled up happily again. He handed out the jade slip and took the spirit stone as a reward, humming an unknown song, and left happily.

Bai Ling threw the spirit stone into the jade slip, and the information inside flooded into his mind the next moment, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly.

Arriving at the hut where Bai Moran was, Bai Ling was the first to notice that the formation here was still activated, which meant that Bai Moran was probably still at home.

He took out a talisman paper from his purse and patted it on the slightly glowing enchantment, and Bai Ling opened the formation and walked into it.

When passing by the red plums in the courtyard, Bai Ling stopped to take a look, then walked into the house with a slight smile.

There was no one in the room where Bai Moran was resting, so he looked towards a small door next to him, which was the place where Bai Moran usually retreated, and there was a sign hanging on it, with three words on it: in retreat.

Even so, Bai Ling still walked over and knocked on the small door lightly, and said, "Moran, it's me."

Then Bai Ling heard a small sound coming from the door, and then the small door was opened, and the embarrassed Bai Moran came out holding a long object wrapped in a cloth strip.

He directly ignored the things Bai Moran was holding, but frowned and looked at Bai Moran's face. It seemed that Bai Moran must not have had a good rest in such a state of embarrassment.

"How many days have you been in seclusion?" Bai Ling pulled him down on the chair and sat down. He picked up the teapot and found that the tea in it had already cooled down. He couldn't help frowning, and put down the teacup to make some hot water.

But before he left, Bai Moran grabbed his sleeve, turned his head and Bai Ling saw Bai Moran's shining eyes.

"Brother, sword." Bai Moran's throat was a little hoarse, and he used his other hand to remove the cloth strips from the long objects on the table, and a jade short sword emitting a cold air appeared on the table.

"This is?"

"The sword I want to give you, the cold jade sword." Bai Moran was very excited. This is the thousand-year-old cold jade he personally selected, the sword embryo he carved himself, the edge he felt out and the runes carved by himself. It's not a magic weapon level flying sword at all, but it's a sword forged by Bai Moran himself.

"You've retreated for so many days just to do this?" Looking at the one-foot-long short sword with a faint green light on the table, especially the densely packed runes on it, Bai Ling's mood became more complicated. Of course he could It can be seen that Bai Moran did it himself.

"Yes." Bai Moran smiled happily, "I wanted to give you a sword, but those craftsmen wouldn't help me refine it, so I made one myself."