[Crossing] The swordsmith of the god of immortality

Peeling off all the lichens around the four spherical toolstones, the nearly black shell was clearly revealed. It was like the bead that the little guy gave him, faintly glowing purple, like four huge grapes. grain.Putting his hands on it, the feeling of aura became a little clearer, Su Shaobai beckoned Pudding over, and decided to try to refine it to see the specific condition of the tool stone.In order to prevent Nangong Hao and Milk who were next to him from being injured by avalanches, he had set up a protective magic circle around his body in advance.

The purple-black leather shell is like the outer protective cover, it will quickly fall apart when it encounters the divine fire, and after being burned, it will be wiped out, revealing the lavender implement stone inside, that purple is as pale as the lightest violet on the petals of violets. One stroke, as clear as the finest gemstone, so beautiful that it is breathtaking.The moment it was melted into stone water by the pudding, the spiritual power crazily gushing out from the implement stone surprised Su Shaobai.

The so-called white-grade spirit weapon means that the spirit weapon remaining in the spirit weapon is equivalent to the white-grade flame stone, and the same is true for the red-grade orange product.The final concentration of aura remaining in the spirit weapon determines the grade of the spirit weapon.The tool stone itself contains high spiritual energy or is easy to lock the spiritual energy injected by the swordsmith, which can make the spiritual tool reach a good grade.The tool stones used by swordsmiths are usually the former, after all, the latter is rare.The more abundant the aura contained in the implement stone, the more aura should be retained in the final refined spirit tool. In other words, if the loss and technique in the refining process are not considered, it is easy to obtain a high-grade implement stone. Refined into a high-grade spirit weapon.

Unexpectedly, the concentration of aura contained in this strange purple spherical toolstone is more than twice that of the toolstones harvested in the desert a few days ago. More than double!

Su Shaobai tried his best to take a deep breath, restraining his pounding heartbeat, for fear of accidentally causing a collapse and wasting such a precious tool stone.At this moment, he already had some regrets. The four implement stones in his hand might be the only four in the world. If he fails at this moment, a quarter will be destroyed.The more he cared, the more he couldn't concentrate, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead, as if there was a problem of "tremor of purpose".Pudding felt his tension, and the temperature of the flame circle began to change irregularly, and the color of the purple toolstone in the orange flame gradually became lighter.

When Su Shaobai was flustered, the scene of Nangong Hao practicing the sword style at the entrance of the cave in the morning against the rising sun suddenly appeared in Su Shaobai's mind. Don't be chaotic, move your mind freely, always use your own rhythm, practice over and over again, patiently, with no distractions, firm and persistent.Nangong Hao's sword intent turned into a ray of white light, slashing towards him from the void, his tense nerves twitched, and then slowly relaxed.It turned out that at that time, he actually comprehended the wonderful sword intent from Nangong Hao.As a result, Su Shaobai's breathing calmed down following the movement of the man's sword in his mind, his mental power was refocused, and the temperature of the pudding also stabilized.

The master also told him that for the matter of refining weapons, it is better to try it out than to read thousands of characters.No matter how precious an implement stone is, it is just an implement stone, and its value will never be discovered if it is not used.Doing our best to refine it is the greatest treasure for it.

Holding his breath and concentrating on his thoughts, the movements of Su Shaobai's hands became more and more careful when he stabilized. His spiritual source power could already be divided into 66 bundles, which just passed the edge of refining the flying sword.Divide the spiritual power into 66 beams of the limit, and put them gently on the tool stone. Thinking back to the flying sword structure that has been planned thousands of times in my mind in the past few days, I slowly shape the molten tool stone for a long time process.According to the size, Su Shaobai was cruel, and took out another spherical implement stone to fill it in.

What he designed for Nangong Hao was a mother-child sword.Among the sword cultivator's current close-up killing moves, the most powerful move is to use the flying sword to penetrate the vital points of the alien beast.This kind of move is no problem against a single alien beast, but if two alien beasts like the same monster attack from left to right, Su Shaobai is very worried that he will not be able to dodge in time.According to the structure of the flying sword in "Refining and Casting Spectrum" and "Embryotype Outline" and the description he saw in martial arts novels in his previous life, Su Shaobai thought of the famous Zimujian.It can be used as a single flying sword at ordinary times, and it can also hold the head of the sword and draw out the hidden sub-sword at a critical moment to give the opponent an unexpected killing blow. It can also be used when dealing with more enemies. Divided into two, doubling the attack power.

Considering that Nangong Hao likes to use long swords, Su Shaobai decided to make the length of the child sword as close as possible to that of the mother sword, and reduce the width to half of the mother sword.

After Nangong Hao finished his training, he found that the little cook had opened the magic circle and was concentrating on refining the spiritual weapon.Master Jianxiu couldn't help but sneer, the swordsmith's refining techniques are the skills they rely on for a living, and the current swordsmiths of Tianqimen always shut themselves in closed rooms when they refine their weapons Inside, prevent people from coveting.The little cook was generous, and only opened a protective formation.The formation was radiant, and looking at the shape of the magic weapon, it was actually a sword!Or two handles?Isn't it a test tool stone? Why did you start refining it directly?

There was glistening sweat on Su Shaobai's forehead, and the collar around his neck was already soaked in sweat, but he seemed to be unaware of it, staring at the flying sword in front of him with shining eyes, as if he had entered the object and me. In the realm of forgetting.

Nangong Hao was afraid of disturbing him by making a sudden noise, and also worried that he might go mad, so he simply sat by the side and accompanied him.

The night was silent, everything was silent, Milk, unwilling to be lonely, walked over quietly, rubbing the top of her head on his thigh begging for attention.Seeing that Nangong Hao ignored it, he silently used his front paws to grab the hem of his clothes over and over again, unyielding.

Finally, Nangong Hao stretched out his fingers and stroked the top of its head, picked up the little guy, and placed it on his lap.This little thing has opened up his intelligence early, and he can tell the strength between him and Su Shaobai at a glance. If he wants to go with him, he should be seeking protection. In this way, he will definitely not be an ordinary Roaring Tiger .It grows up day by day, I still don't know what kind of spirit beast it is, but seeing it fluttering with pudding, it is not afraid of fire at all, it should be near fire.If the little cook can subdue it and bring it out of the Whirling Mirror Sky, it may be a greater chance than the treasures of heaven and earth.

Su Shaobai refined it for a whole night, and Nangong Hao sat beside him and accompanied him motionlessly.The milk was lying on Nangong Hao's lap in a ball the size of a palm, and was so sleepy that he bumped his head on Nangong Hao's knee. After the collision, he shook his head and tried to open his eyes again. .Nangong Hao scratched its chin with his fingertips, "Go to sleep." This little thing was really interesting, Milk stretched out two paws to hug his fingers and rubbed them, and finally closed his eyes.

The sun rose and the sun set, and after another whole day, Su Shaobai still showed no signs of stopping.The two flying swords in the magic circle became more and more complete.Milk was so hungry that he didn't want to move, but he was still sensible and didn't make any noise, as if he knew not to disturb the little cook.Nangong Hao rummaged through the storage bracelet. He had saved a lot of ingredients, and there was no shortage of spirit fruit and wine, but there was no spirit animal milk, so he could only feed the little thing some water first.He himself can only eat something whole, to satisfy his hunger temporarily.

It was past midnight, and Milk was sleeping soundly on Nangong Hao's lap.The flames in the magic circle exploded, igniting raging flames as high as ten feet high.Milk was so frightened that his whole body fluttered and rolled directly from his lap.Nangong Hao gently caught the little white hair ball, stroked the top of its head as a comfort, his amber eyes were fixed on the other side of the magic circle.

Rumbling, there was a faint sound of thunder rolling outside.Milk stood on Nangong Hao's lap and raised his head curiously to look outside.

A flying sword faintly appeared in the flames.Su Shaobai frowned tightly, apparently at the last moment of refining.

strangeness!Nangong Hao frowned and stared at the flying sword in the magic circle. He had clearly seen two before, why is there only one left now?The other one has already been refined?After all, the little cook is a novice, so it is not surprising that he is useless.

Suddenly, a ray of purple lightning came from outside the cave, and went straight to the flames. With a crackling sound, it crackled above Su Shaobai's head, and thousands of rays of light bloomed in the magic circle instantly.The flames of the divine fire suddenly disappeared, and the little cook sitting in the magic circle let out a sigh of relief.Finally finished.Dozens of bolts of lightning frantically poured into the entrance of the cave, striking at Su Shaobai in the formation.Nangong Hao hurriedly brought him behind him, only to see that the lightning bolts were crackling and hitting the flying sword that was still floating above the magic circle, and there was a posture of not stopping to break it.

"What's going on here? After working hard all night, it won't just be broken like this?" The little cook hid behind Nangong Hao in horror, just refining a flying sword, as for striking him with lightning?

Nangong Hao twitched the corners of his mouth, it was nearly two nights and one day.But the situation in front of me is indeed very strange.The visions of heaven and earth are all due to extraordinary things.This is true of monks crossing the catastrophe and spirit beasts descending into the world.At this moment, the thunder fire obviously came for the flying sword that the little cook forged.

"It can't be supernatural powers, right?" Su Shaobai's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered that when a spiritual weapon with supernatural powers is successfully refined, it is said that various visions will appear.

"Supernatural powers?" Nangong Hao looked back at him, quite disbelieving.

"I'll just talk about it casually." The little cook smiled embarrassedly, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead by the way, without saying that it must be true.

At this moment, the thunder outside the cave has gradually disappeared.The sword floating above the magic circle is a typical thick sword with a straight back and a wide slope.The sword frame is shaped like an inverted concave shape by means of cloud patterns, and the body of the sword is like a pool of autumn water under the bright moon, with a few tiny purple electric lights flashing from time to time, and the aura is strong.The cold air is pressing, and the sword intent is like frost.

White-grade spiritual artifacts are the most common, red-grade spiritual artifacts are considered to be the best grade that cultivators can obtain, and orange-grade spiritual artifacts are treasures of all sects and races, with less than a hundred of them in existence.As for Huang Pin, since the appearance of the swordsmith, there have been records, but only five.It is the pinnacle of all the master-level swordsmiths who have devoted their entire life to learning when they encounter the treasures of heaven and earth.

The flying sword refined by Su Shaobai in front of him has reached the orange grade!Using the Orange Divine Fire to refine the Orange Spirit Artifact, this time the little cook really went against the sky!No wonder it caused thunder and vibrations!

Zidian lingers on the body, green frost is like a blade, what a sword!Sensing the intent of the sword, Nangong Hao's eyes flashed brightly, and there was a smile on his lips, and he couldn't help reaching out to hold the hilt of the sword.

The purple lightning surged instantly, crackling across Nangong Hao's body, illuminating the entire cave, and burning the corners of his robe.The genius sword cultivator didn't panic at all, and suddenly released a stronger sword intent from his body, suppressing those lightning lights in an instant.It has always been a man who controls the vessel, but the container surpasses the man!