After walking around and seeing that there was nothing to buy, Ye Chen left the noisy street.
As soon as he walked into the inn, Xiong Er rushed up, grabbed Ye Chen, and shouted, "Damn, I thought you were assassinated?"
"You have already said that private fights are prohibited during the auction. No matter how courageous Wu Changqing is, he would not dare to settle accounts with me here." Ye Chen said, not forgetting to take out a storage bag from his arms and stuff it into He took it from Xiong Er's hand and said, "Now, your spiritual stone is three hundred thousand, no more, no less."
Taking the storage bag, Xiong Er glanced inside, and then looked at Ye Chen with a pair of small eyes in surprise, "Why do you still have spirit stones?"
"I picked it up!"
"Picked...picked it up?" Xiong Er chased behind Ye Chen like a follower, "Where did you pick it up? I'll pick up a basket too."
"Tianxuanmen." After a casual reply, Ye Chen stretched and walked to his room while waving his hands, "I'm very tired today. Let's go to bed early."
Xiong Er wanted to say something else, but Ye Chen had already closed the door.
"I picked it up from Tianxuanmen. I'd be surprised if I believe you." Xiong Er muttered, holding the heavy storage bag, and the guy chuckled again.
Back in the room, Ye Chen closed the door tightly and took out the small purple gold gourd.
He still remembered that he drank the spiritual liquid from the small gourd last night and felt like his body was on fire. The pain in his head that was about to explode still left him with lingering fears.
"My body is on fire, my head is about to explode, and my cultivation level has jumped to the eighth level of Qi Condensation. There must be something wrong with this spiritual liquid." After muttering in a low voice, Ye Chen poured out a drop of spiritual liquid from the small gourd.
The spiritual liquid appears purple, with a purple halo, and is crystal clear. It is made from the fusion of jade spiritual liquid and spiritual energy.
"No problem." After staring for a while, Ye Chen touched his chin, "It's no different from usual."
As he spoke, he swallowed the drop of spiritual liquid into his mouth.
As usual, when this spiritual liquid entered his body, it turned into a rich essence and integrated into his body. There was no feeling of heat from last night at all.
"Weird." Not feeling anything wrong, Ye Chen couldn't help but scratch his head.
Next, he swallowed a few drops of spiritual liquid one after another. His body still didn't feel the weird pain like last night, but instead felt warm all over.
"It's really weird." After muttering again, Ye Chen retracted his thoughts, and then took out the black iron rod that he bought at the auction today.
"It took half a million spirit stones to capture you, don't let me down." As he said that, Ye Chen stuffed the iron rod through the mouth of the purple gold gourd.
Buzz!
As soon as the iron rod was inserted, the small purple gourd buzzed and trembled.
Seeing this, Ye Chen's eyes lit up, he rubbed his hands and looked at the Zijin gourd with shining eyes, hoping that the Zijin gourd could find out the mystery on the iron rod.
However, since the purple-gold gourd buzzed and trembled, there has been no more content. It stood quietly on the table, with nothing but the purple energy flowing out from time to time.
"Is it gone?" With a look of astonishment on his face, Ye Chen picked up the small purple gold gourd, shook it subconsciously a few times, and then looked inside along the mouth of the gourd.
He found that there was no abnormality in the iron rod in the small purple gourd. It was just floating there quietly, as if the purple energy flowing around it had nothing to do with it.
I don't know how long it took before Ye Chen angrily put the purple gold gourd back to its original place, "Your grandma bought you this shabby iron rod with 500,000 spiritual stones."
Buzz!
The little purple gold gourd seemed to have spirituality. When it heard Ye Chen's abdominal curse, it trembled again, as if to say: You can put everything into my stomach.
Bo!
Then, the little purple gourd spat out the black iron rod and smashed it to the ground with a clang.
"The temper is not bad." Curling his lips, Ye Chen ignored the little gourd and picked up the black iron rod.
After observing the iron rod at such a close distance, he realized that the iron rod was clearly an iron whip. It was black, not only rusty, but also pitted. There was nothing surprising about it.
"You can attract the attention of real fire. I don't believe you are an ordinary iron whip." He thought to himself, Ye Chen still didn't give up, and then used real fire to wrap the black iron whip.
The golden real fire burned brightly, causing the temperature in the room to rise instantly.
Under the calcination of real fire, the black iron whip still did not change at all. It ignored the calcination of real fire so much that Ye Chen couldn't help but frown.
"Come again." After groaning, Ye Chen increased the real fire calcination.
However, there is still nothing unusual about the black iron whip.
Three hours later, Ye Chen was panting and put away his real fire.
Three hours of calcining with real fire failed to melt the iron whip, but instead made him collapse from exhaustion.
"I really don't believe it." Cursing, Ye Chen took out the Chixiao Sword with a clang, poured all his energy into it, and struck hard at the iron whip.
pound!
The sound of metal collision was extremely clear, and the Red Sky Sword was blown away on the spot. Even Ye Chen was so shocked that he stumbled back, his whole arm was numb, and he lost all consciousness.
"It's not that hard!"
Picking up the Scarlet Sky Sword, Ye Chen saw a small gap in the sword. On the other hand, the iron whip was still stuck on the ground as firmly as a mountain. The sharp Scarlet Sky Sword failed to leave even a single trace on it.
"What on earth is this made of?" After putting away the Red Sky Sword, Ye Chen looked up and down at the iron whip.
Ignoring the real fire calcining, not even the Red Sky Sword could be shaken. He could imagine how extraordinary the material used to make this iron whip was. This made him feel more balanced. He bought an extremely hard whip with 500,000 spirit stones. The iron whip is not as worthless as imagined.
"It's good for hitting people." Touching his chin, Ye Chen turned over and put away the iron whip.
Soon, he took out the black iron and black steel from the storage bag.
These two pieces of spiritual metal are placed in front of you, forming a sharp contrast. Black iron is black and hard, and dark steel is bright and flexible. The combination of these two materials is definitely the best choice for making weapons.
Sacrificing the real fire and taking out the Chixiao Sword again, Ye Chen wrapped the three of them with the real fire, calcined the essence of the black iron and black steel, and refined it into the Chixiao Sword.
This is a long process.
It was not until dawn was approaching that he put away the real fire while dripping with sweat.
Zheng!
Zheng!
The room was filled with the clang of swords.
At this moment, the Chixiao Sword became more and more extraordinary. It was still red. There was no need to inject the true energy, but the sword energy lingered around it. Sometimes the sword light appeared, and it was so powerful that Ye Chen couldn't help but marvel.
"Not bad, not bad." He couldn't put it down and held the Chixiao Sword. Ye Chen was very happy in his heart. The most important thing was that this sword was made by him. (http://) "Xianwu Emperor Zun" only represents the author's views of the Six Realms and Three Ways. If its content is found to be in violation of national laws, please delete it. http://'s position is only committed to providing healthy Green reading platform.
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