The old man said something back, almost suffocating Feng Haoyu to death.
This is completely clear that he is acting rogue and unreasonable.
Coupled with his status as the leader of Qi Peak, even though Feng Haoyu was not angry, he couldn't say anything and could only endure the bad breath.
In the envious eyes of all the disciples, Old Man Zao led Su Zimo and Feng Haoyu into the inner hall.
The inner hall is not big, only a few dozen square meters. There are densely packed jade slips hanging on the four walls, about a thousand of them.
Among them, only more than a hundred jade slips have bright luster, and most of them are dull in color.
The old man pointed at the jade slips on the wall and said: "These are the images left by all the weapon refiners since the founding of Piaomiao Peak. The more than one hundred jade slips are the images of the successful refining of spiritual weapons. The rest are They are images of failed refining, but they are all made by the craftsman. You two can choose ten to watch."
These jade slips may seem like a lot, but you must know that the Piaomiao Sect has been established for thousands of years, but only more than a thousand jade slips are left, and most of them are images of failure.
Feng Haoyu didn't think much and directly selected ten brightly shiny jade slips.
These are all images of successful refining of spiritual weapons.
Su Zimo pondered for a while and chose five bright jade slips and five dull jade slips.
In Su Zimo's view, there are merits in successful refining, but watching the images of the refiner's failure can also be very rewarding, at least to avoid making similar mistakes.
Seeing this scene, the old man nodded secretly.
It is difficult for a weapon refiner to copy the success of others, but he can avoid similar failures. This is a kind of great wisdom.
Su Zimo held ten jade slips and sat down cross-legged. Spiritual energy was injected into the jade slips. The lines on the jade slips shone with brilliance, and a clear image came into view.
Su Zimo was immersed in it, and his understanding of the art of weapon refining continued to deepen, and many of the confusions accumulated in his heart were easily solved.
In the blink of an eye, one day and one night passed.
Feng Haoyu stood up, returned the ten jade slips, glanced at Su Zimo, who was still comprehending, and left the weapon refining hall.
Not long after, Su Zimo also stood up and returned the jade slip.
"How is it? The harvest is not small, right?" Old Man Zao asked with a smile.
Su Zimo nodded and thought for a while before asking: "I do have some experience in the first four steps of refining a weapon, but when it comes to gathering spirits, I still don't know how to do it."
"The difficulty of gathering spirits is that the spiritual energy is originally in the spiritual materials and is relatively stable. However, after fusion and refining, the structure of the formed flying sword has changed greatly. If you want to integrate the spiritual energy into the flying sword again, you have to It will become as difficult as climbing to the sky. In addition, the flying sword is burned to a red state, and will explode immediately if there is a slight conflict."
The old man sighed softly: "Well, not only you, but even the senior weapon refiner dare not say that the soul gathering is 100% successful. It is more of a spiritual sense developed through years of weapon refinement."
Hearing this, Su Zimo's heart moved.
Psychic induction
Through the Secret Code of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness and the experience of life and death, Su Zimo has developed a spiritual sense.
But can this spiritual sense be used for gathering spirits
Su Zimo's mind became active and he was thinking about putting more effort in this direction.
"You should go back first. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time." After saying that, the old man pointed at the jade slips on the wall and winked at Su Zimo.
"Um?"
Su Zimo's heart suddenly changed and he understood the old man's intention.
The old man was hinting to Su Zimo that if he came here to find him, he could naturally take the opportunity to look at the jade slips on the wall.
"Thank you, Master." Su Zimo felt warm in his heart and bowed down.
As soon as he walked out of the weapon refining hall, Su Zimo saw a person at the door.
Feng Haoyu.
It seemed that he had been waiting for a long time.
Su Zimo frowned slightly, and was about to use his flying sword to return to the cave. Feng Haoyu slowly turned around, raised his head slightly, and reached out to block Su Zimo's way.
"Is something wrong?" Su Zimo felt a little bored when he saw the man's nostrils turned upward.
Feng Haoyu said calmly: "At the end of this year, I want to create the history of the Piaomiao Sect. I will be the first among the three peaks, including Qi Peak. Junior Brother Su is a person who knows current affairs and should know what to do."
"I really don't know." Su Zimo looked expressionless and shook his head.
"Are you challenging me?" Feng Haoyu narrowed his eyes, and the spiritual energy from the seventh level of Qi Condensation was slowly released, blowing a cold wind out of thin air around his body.
"ill!"
Su Zimo sneered, took the sword into the air, and left the weapon refining hall in a blink of an eye, disappearing from Feng Haoyu's sight.
…
Back in the cave, Su Zimo sat on the bed and slowly digested the contents of the ten jade slips.
Not long after, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Brother, it's me!"
The little fat man's voice came.
Not seeing each other for a month, the little fat man has also reached the sixth level of Qi Condensation.
The cultivation speed of Tianlinggen is indeed astonishing. Before the end of the year, Feng Haoyu, Leng Rou, and Little Fatty may all reach the ninth level of Qi Condensation or even the Great Perfection!
"Brother, I heard that you have a grudge against Feng Haoyu?" the little fat man came up and asked.
Su Zimo asked: "You also know about this?"
"It's not just me. This matter has spread throughout the five peaks, and many disciples are discussing it." The little fat man sighed and said, "Brother, you are a little irrational."
"He practices his, and I practice mine, what does it matter?" Su Zimo didn't care and smiled casually.
"It's not that simple."
The little fat man said: "In the sect, disciples are prohibited from killing each other. Even if he comes to challenge you, you can refuse. But it will be different after leaving the sect. Brother, you can't stay in the sect forever, right?" Most of the sect's missions require going out, and now Feng Haoyu has many disciples gathered around him. Once you leave the sect, they will inevitably cause trouble for you."
Su Zimo raised his eyebrows and remained silent.
The little fat man continued: "In fact, with Feng Haoyu's qualifications, after the Wufeng Arts Competition at the end of the year, he will definitely be able to successfully build the foundation and be promoted to an inner disciple. Big brother, you can completely avoid him this time and participate in next year's Wufeng Arts Competition. This is considered selling him a favor."
"Let's talk about this later." Su Zimo was noncommittal.
The little fat man nodded and said, "No matter what, I am always on your side, big brother. If there is any place where I can be used, just ask."
"Okay." Su Zimo smiled.
The two chatted for a few more words, and then the little fat man left.
Su Zimo stood quietly in the cave for a while, planning to leave the sect and go down the mountain.
For a month, there was no progress in the marrow cutting chapter, and Su Zimo felt a little anxious.
When he first practiced ox tongue curling, Su Zimo understood the essence through the scene of oxen eating grass.
After leaving the sect this time, Su Zimo planned to go to the mountain forest near the sect to catch a tiger and leopard and study them carefully.