It took two months for Jiang Beiran to forge six superb weapons in one go.
Among them, the first White Mist Sword was given to Lin Yuyan.
The White Mist Sword was built by Jiang Beiran with precious materials that have been transformed or advanced by relying on wood aura. It already contains a lot of wood aura, and it was poured into it when it was built. Judgment should be easy to open spiritual intelligence.
As expected, the facts were as expected, after only two weeks, the Baiwu Sword successfully activated its spiritual intelligence and became a magic weapon with a weapon spirit.
This efficiency is simply outrageous.
It's a pity that the top-notch weapons are not Chinese cabbage. They can be made by crafting, especially the top-quality weapons that aim to become high-level magic weapons, which consume a lot of materials. Now, the creation of these six top-quality weapons has already consumed more than half of Jiang Beiran. The materials, the most precious ones left, Jiang Beiran was going to think about it later.
In addition, Jiang Beiran didn't intend to just sit back and relax. Since he had discovered that wood spirit energy could create weapons that could easily activate spiritual wisdom, he would of course draw inferences from one instance.
The quality of the panacea refined in a space full of pure wood aura is bound to be better than those refined outside, the talisman paper drawn should be stronger than ordinary ones, and the wine brewed will definitely be more effective. it is good…
'It just takes too long to make wine...'
Speaking of the long time, Jiang Beiran couldn't help but glanced at the Sky Eye Array again. On the screen, the thirteen Xuansheng had already hit above the clouds, and the situation was changing with every gesture, lightning and thunder, highlighting a fairy fighting.
It's just that although these thirteen Profound Sages have been fighting for more than half a year, none of them showed signs of distress, let alone injuries, and there was not even a pleat on their clothes, as if they had been drinking tea and chatting for more than half a year.
Jiang Beiran has watched them for so long, and gradually understands that those who can advance to the realm of Profound Sage have all developed "morality, intelligence, body, beauty and labor" in an all-round way, highlighting a combination of offense and defense, and how strong the offensive ability is, how strong it will be defensive ability.
It's like thirteen level 18 heroes in full meat suits, no one can do anything to each other.
In addition, there were not only thirteen Profound Sages at the beginning, but four ran away just under the name, and I don't know if it was an epiphany or something.
After that, these old monsters would stop for a while, as if they were discussing something.
'These old monsters won't regard this war as a conference, will they? '
Although Jiang Beiran was not in a hurry to go out, this feeling of uncertainty still made him a little uncomfortable. After all, he liked to make a plan before doing things.
Looking at the Profound Sage in the Eye of Heaven, whom Lin Shiyun called the Venerable Wuxiang, he attracted two meteorite-like lavas to fall from the sky. Xuansheng, who is King Jiuyao, rushed directly towards the two meteorites.
After all the black lines on his body lit up and he punched out, he saw the two destructive lava burst instantly and turned into small particles at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the end, there was no powder at all. The rest just disappeared into the sky.
'Outrageous...'
With a sigh in his heart, Jiang Beiran continued to study his plan.
Although it took time to brew wine, he still decided to brew it first. After all, God knows how long these old monsters will fight. If they fight for another year, won't he regret it
Besides, even if half of the old monsters are finished fighting, the effect of these spirit wines must be better than those outside.
So under the circumstances that nothing will be lost, Jiang Beiran of course has only one choice.
'stuffed fuck! '
After crushing the Wanlingguo that had been ripened and advanced by the wood spirit energy, Jiang Beiran felt refreshed just by the aroma, and an inexplicable force began to surge upwards in his body.
'Using this kind of spiritual fruit to make wine... I'm afraid I have to brew a jar of fairy wine. '
Thinking about the elixir that will be refined later, Jiang Beiran had to feel again that the five-element spirit veins are too powerful. No wonder all the strongest practitioners on this continent can gather here to snatch them and put them in his hands. In the previous world, this stuff was probably more precious than oil fields.
On the other side, looking at Jiang Beiran who was obviously planning to make wine, Lin Shiyun was no longer surprised.
After all, she has seen too many abilities of Jiang Beiran along the way, as if there is nothing in the world that he can't do.
After getting along day and night for more than half a year, now Lin Shiyun is not so restrained. For Jiang Beiran, she has neither the strangeness at the beginning nor the fear later, only the admiration has become stronger.
"Master... you used to..."
"Don't ask, if you ask, I won't answer you." Jiang Beiran said without raising his head.
"Ugh… "
Sighing softly, Lin Shiyun originally thought that she and Jiang Beiran were already very close, but every time she wanted to know him a little more and take a step further, Jiang Beiran's attitude blocked her like a city wall Outside, she was quite helpless.
Just when Lin Shiyun was thinking about how to change the subject, she suddenly felt a gust of sword wind coming from behind her, which made her dodge forward in a hurry.
Turning around, I saw Lin Yuyan holding the Baiwu sword and smiling, "I'm sorry, aunt, the place is small, and the sword accidentally danced to your side."
Before Lin Shiyun could speak, Jiang Beiran said first, "You're out of the circle."
"I'm sorry, senior brother, I didn't pay attention." After Lin Yuyan finished speaking, she retreated obediently into the circle, but her eyes were still fixed on Lin Shiyun.
Taking a deep breath, Lin Shiyun suddenly walked towards Lin Yuyan and said, "Girl, your swordsmanship is average, why don't you teach me two moves?"
Lin Yuyan's squinted eyes suddenly opened after hearing this, "Auntie, are you serious?"
Lin Shiyun didn't look away at all, looked directly at Lin Yuyan and replied: "Teaching my niece, of course I will be serious."
Lin Yuyan grinned after hearing this, "Auntie, since this is the case, then I have to be serious."
"Of course, if you don't take it seriously, you can't learn it."
For a while, Xuanwang-level profound energy and evil energy collided in the air, but soon separated with Jiang Beiran's words "no nonsense".
Walking to a corner of the cave, Lin Shiyun suddenly felt a little hot on his cheeks.
"What did I do just now... I bullied my niece, but... But I also blame her for being bad, she really wanted to stab me with a sword, if I don't discipline her well, God knows what troubles will happen in the future, yes! I just take good care of him for my elder brother, nothing else. '
three months later...
Jiang Beiran held a piece of jade and was studying it seriously.
In the past three months, he had brewed wine, practiced pills, and drawn talismans, and now he is ready to start conquering the jade slips.
In the past, jade slips were books for practitioners.
It can not only store words, language, but also store consciousness.
It's just that the cost of the jade slips is still too high, and there is a high technical threshold to input the text and sound into the jade slips, so most practitioners still use bamboo slips or letters to transmit information.
So after discovering that it could not become a mass product, it began to develop in a higher-level direction, and a new turning point appeared.
True meaning jade slip.
It not only has all the functions of ordinary jade slips, but also can store the profound knowledge and spiritual pressure of the strong.
For example, if there is a spiritual pressure of Xuanzun level stored in a piece of jade slip, then when this spiritual pressure is released, even Xuanzong will be temporarily persuaded to retreat.
Of course, the jade slips that can store Xuanzun's spiritual pressure must have extremely high materials and production requirements, and it is impossible for ordinary people to have them.
For smart practitioners, drawing inferences from one instance is the basic operation. Since the jade slip can store profound knowledge and spirit pressure, which can be realized, then the exercises and moves can also be stored in it.
After a long period of development, the technique of storing moves in the jade slip was finally successfully developed.
Jade refining has also successfully separated from the refining device, and has become a separate skill among the sixteen arts of Xuanmen.
The basic material for making jade slips is actually spirit stones, so the quality of spirit stones naturally determines the strength of jade slips.
Now Jiangbei has the four qualities of spirit stones of heaven, earth, xuan, and yellow, and he has the capital to do whatever he wants.
Walking to the big vat made of low-grade and middle-grade spirit stones, Jiang Beiran thought about which part to cut off to make a jade slip.
After half a year, the vat has been filled with wood spiritual energy, and even the spirit stones used to make it have been upgraded to a higher level. Using them to make jade slips is definitely more than enough.
It's just that if the integrity of this tank is destroyed, its storage capacity will also decrease.
'Forget it, anyway, the wood aura stored in this tank will definitely not be pure enough after being taken out, so let's use it to make something more useful. '
Having made up his mind, Jiang Beiran cut off the jade vat in half, and planned to use half of it to make jade slips.
"Master, are you planning to make jade slips?" Lin Shiyun walked to Jiang Beiran and asked.
"Yes." Jiang Beiran nodded.
"Do you need my help? I still have some experience in making jade slips."
"Need not."
Jiang Beiran replied while cutting the spirit stone.
"Okay..." Turning around in frustration, Lin Shiyun turned to look at Lin Yuyan who was wiping the White Mist Sword.
Ever since Jiang Beiran gave this sword to Lin Yuyan, Lin Yuyan had never put it in the Qiankun ring. Every day except for sword practice, she held it in her arms, or wiped the sword affectionately.
And every time Lin Yuyan gently wiped the blade, Lin Shiyun felt inexplicably jealous.
Noticing Lin Shiyun's gaze, Lin Yuyan looked back and said with a smile: "Don't worry, aunt, one day I will let you have a good experience of this white mist sword."
"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it, but I don't know when you will be qualified to fight against me. Oh yes, yesterday I broke through to the fourth level of King Xuan."
Under the nourishment of the pure wood spiritual energy, Lin Shiyun's cultivation base improved very fast, breaking through the fourth level in just one year, which is considered extremely fast in the Xuanwang Realm.
"Hee hee, my aunt is amazing, please keep this sense of pride."
After speaking, Lin Yuyan suddenly let go of her hands, and the next second, she saw the Baiwu sword stabbing at Lin Shiyun like a bolt of lightning.
Sensing a hint of danger, Lin Shiyun immediately dodged away, but before she could laugh at Lin Yuyan's lack of cultivation, she saw the White Mist Sword turn around and fly back.
"when!"
Lin Shiyun, who had no time to dodge, could only draw out his sword to block the attack.
'Is this the power that a mysterious master can control...'
Because she couldn't absorb spiritual energy, Lin Yuyan's cultivation level hadn't improved much in the past six months, but she devoted all her efforts to the Baiwu Sword, which already had a spirit weapon.
The White Mist Sword was originally made of top-grade treasure materials, and after absorbing the wood aura for so long, it has now become a low-grade mysterious magic weapon at an astonishing speed.
Therefore, even if Lin Shiyun is the Xuan King, facing a blow from a low-grade Xuan-level magic weapon, he must go all out.
Blocking the white mist sword vigorously, Lin Shiyun glanced at Lin Yuyan in disbelief.
Although the magic weapon can enhance the strength of the holder, it is only under the condition that the holder can control the magic weapon. Now that the white mist sword is so powerful that it can fight against King Xuan, it stands to reason that it will definitely find a chance to devour the master. But judging from the way it stayed obediently in Lin Yuyan's arms every day before, how could it have the slightest sign of wanting to devour the Lord
Just when Lin Shiyun was surprised, she saw the white mist sword in mid-air suddenly spun around her at high speed, releasing waves of white mist at the same time.
'Fight independently! ? '
Lin Shiyun was even more surprised. With Lin Yuyan's current cultivation base, it is absolutely impossible to control the sword from the air, so this white mist sword is obviously fighting on its own will now.
'This... the spirit of the White Mist Sword has probably broken through to the third level. '
Of course, Qi Ling also has strengths and weaknesses. The better the cultivation, the higher the level, but the advancement of Qi Ling is more difficult than that of a practitioner. In just half a year, it has advanced from the newly awakened spiritual wisdom to the third level. This speed is certain. In this sense, it is even more outrageous than her continuous promotion to the fourth level.
When Lin Shiyun was thinking about these issues, the white mist had completely enveloped her, and Lin Shiyun soon realized that this white mist was completely different from ordinary mist. It not only affected her vision, but also Affects her other four senses.
"when!"
There was another crisp sound of metal collisions, and Lin Shiyun narrowly blocked the sneak attack of the Baiwu Sword.
"If a tiger doesn't show its power, you treat me as a sick cat, right?"
Just when Lin Shiyun was about to use all his mental power to have a good fight with Baiwujian, he suddenly heard a vague "enough."
The next second, the white mist dissipated instantly, and at the same time, the white mist sword flew towards Jiang Beiran, rubbing against him again and again.
As the so-called object resembles a master, the Baiwu Sword was originally created by Jiang Beiran, and it has been irrigated by Lin Yuyan's emotions for so long. It is normal to like Jiang Beiran.
Looking at the white mist sword that he forged with the Yunyun Mine, Jiang Beiran smiled and stroked its blade.
"Ah~"
At this time, Lin Yuyan in the distance suddenly called out, and her face flushed.
Having been together day and night for so long, she has long regarded the Baiwu Sword as her clone, and now that the clone is touched, she actually has the feeling of empathy.
'Brother... Please use more force, Yan'er likes it. '