The name of the sword is 'Han Ming'.
When Zhao Jiuge heard Fu Hongling say these words, he frowned and recited them silently, and soon found that the name was good and nice, and it was in line with the material of this natal flying sword and his own spiritual attributes.
Thinking of this, the blood in my heart surged. Will I finally have my own flying sword
"Senior Sister, the name of this sword is good and nice. Did you come up with it?"
A proud smile appeared on Fu Hongling's face, pretending to be slightly angry, "Of course it was caused by me. I don't even know who your senior sister is. Now that I have my own flying sword, I believe my strength can be greatly improved." Come on, it’s a pity that it would be great if you reached the Nascent Soul Realm and used Yuan Ying to temper these spiritual weapons in the Dantian Zi Mansion, the power would directly undergo earth-shaking changes."
"Hehe, soon, we will reach the Nascent Soul Realm."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Jiuge's eyes were full of yearning. He believed that it wouldn't be long before he could break through to the Nascent Soul Realm. It was nothing more than the passage of time.
Afterwards, Zhao Jiuge and Fu Hongling went straight to the sword-making hall. After passing through the spiral staircase in the mountain, they came to the gate of the sword-making hall. Zhao Jiuge looked to see if the sloppy young man was there. Unexpectedly, he didn't see the sloppy young man. However, I saw another young man with a sad face when he first came.
After asking, I learned that the sloppy young man had either figured it out or was stimulated. He decided not to stay in the sect and wait for the end of his life. Instead, he exchanged the tribute he had saved for more than ten years for some spiritual stones and Bao Bao went out to explore, and swore that he would either die in the outer sect or break through the realm, otherwise he would never step into the sect again.
Zhao Jiuge sighed after hearing this. It seems that time is indeed a good thing. It can make many things pass and change a person. And now he has to come into contact with the outside world where life, death and wealth coexist. Soon, it will be time for him to go out and make a living.
Fu Hongling was speechless all the way. After passing through the two big stone gates, she took Zhao Jiuge down directly, as if he was familiar with the road below, and no one stopped him along the way.
Soon he came to the place where he had taken the Ziji Mixed Thunder Armor last time. Zhao Jiuge saw at a glance that Ou Yezi had a serious look on his face, and his whole body showed a sense of fatigue. He sensed that Zhao Jiuge and Fu Hongling were coming, but Ou Yezi just relaxed and his eyelids He raised his head and glanced at them.
"What's taking you so long? Come here and claim your master, you brat. I'm sure you'll be satisfied."
After Ou Yezi finished speaking, his hands trembled, and a flash of inspiration suddenly appeared. With a flick, the flash of inspiration shot into the furnace for refining the magic weapon.
The prohibition on the surface of the furnace was destroyed, and suddenly a sharp and sharp breath burst out of the furnace, and a colorful light shone. Along with the flash of spiritual light, there was a phoenix cry that echoed through the sky.
The three of them watched this scene with great interest. However, compared to Zhao Jiuge, Fu Hongling and Ou Yezi looked a little more serious. They were on guard against the flying sword and escaped. From the colorful light, it could be seen that it must be There is no doubt that the spiritual weapon is a sure thing before refining begins.
When the sound of phoenix chirping fell, a six-foot long sword flew out of the furnace, three fingers wide. The whole body of the sword was a crystal clear blue and white, with gray mist lingering around the sword. There was a fiery red star on the hilt. The gems are like the finishing touch.
When the flying sword flew out, the aura flashed all over the body, and the radiance was endless. At the same time, a phantom of a blue and white ice phoenix appeared looming in the aura. Every time the aura flashed, it was accompanied by the sound of phoenix, which was pleasant to the ear. .
"The best spiritual weapon flying sword!" Ou Yezi shouted in shock, with some shock in his eyes. He did not expect that it was a top-quality spiritual weapon, and there was even the shadow of a spiritual beast. This was already close to the weapon among the immortal weapons. It works!
Although spiritual weapons are rare, they are not the most precious. After all, for disciples with some strength, the natal flying sword is a spiritual weapon, divided into three grades: upper, middle and lower.
Generally, the best one like the 'Feng Xiao' tied with Hong Ling is considered top grade. This top grade spiritual weapon not only depends on the underlying materials, but also depends on luck. It usually rarely appears, so when I see this scene, Ou Yezi was a little surprised.
There was some surprise in Fu Hongling's eyes, but she regained her composure in the blink of an eye. After calming down, a flash of spiritual light from her right hand was instantly released, entangling the fleeing flying sword and pulling it to Zhao Jiuge.
Tie Hongling's eyes were a little cold, "You have never escaped my grasp when you were alive, let alone now that you are dead. Jiuge, please bleed quickly."
This 'Han Ming' was entangled in the aura of Binding Hong Ling, and the entire sword god was trembling constantly, swaying from side to side but still unable to break free. The sound of the phoenix's cry suddenly became low and fast, but there was still nothing that could be done.
Zhao Jiuge had never seen this scene before, and he was a little dumbfounded for a moment. The gorgeous aura, the ferocious aura, and the shadow of the ice phoenix, all of these, and Master Ou Yezi's cry, made him I know how extraordinary my natal flying sword is.
After hearing his senior sister's urging, Zhao Jiuge reacted immediately and immediately forced his blood essence out of his fingertips and integrated it into the sword body of 'Han Ming'.
A drop of blood exuding some golden light was immediately completely absorbed by 'Han Ming', and then the vibration of the entire sword disappeared and stabilized, and even the phoenix's cry was no longer loud.
Suddenly, Zhao Jiuge felt a connection with Han Ming in his heart. Zhao Jiuge couldn't help but feel that the flying sword in front of him would be his own flying sword from now on, and it might be with him for the rest of his life. .
Seeing that 'Han Ming' was no longer struggling, Tie Hongling removed the aura that bound her. With a smile in her eyes, she looked at this flying sword that was better than her own with some satisfaction. And Zhao Jiuge's long-cherished wish finally came true today.
"Hmph, you kid is lucky enough to be able to refine a killing weapon that is close to an immortal weapon." Ou Yezi on the side let out a soft snort, staring at 'Han Ming' and said.
Zhao Jiuge couldn't put it down and stroked the sword body of 'Han Ming'. He smiled and said respectfully in the direction of Ou Yezi, "Then I have to thank the master for refining it. Without the master, such a sharp weapon cannot be refined."
Seeing Zhao Jiuge flattering him, Ou Yezi still had the same unhappy face, waving his right hand slightly, "If you want to thank me, thank you, senior sister. You are lucky enough to meet a senior sister who is so kind to you. I guess there is a big reason why. It’s still because of the essence of the Ice Luanfeng, but it’s your chance to refine it.”
Afterwards, Zhao Jiuge did not continue to speak, but looked at Tie Hongling's beautiful eyes with gratitude in his eyes. Naturally, he and the senior sister did not need to say such polite words, as long as they kept something in mind.
"This scabbard is made for you with extra materials to prevent the aura of this flying sword from being too sharp. Don't draw the sword casually." After saying that, Ou Yezi handed over a black scabbard. Although the black sword The sheath is simple in appearance, with a simple and primitive pattern on the surface, but judging from the faint halo, the material must be extraordinary.
Then Ou Yezi waved his hand, couldn't wait to take out his wine gourd, took a few sips, and said vaguely, "I've given you the stuff, just leave if you have nothing to do. Don't come here if you don't have better materials than this." Looking for me."
Zhao Jiu took the scabbard from the singer. After hearing those words, the corners of his mouth twitched. He thought that he must at least finish practicing before coming to you, otherwise he would not be able to refine it. After thanking him again, Fu Hongling and Zhao Jiuge left the Sword Forging Hall.
When he left the Zhujian Hall, Zhao Jiuge carried Han Ming on his back, and he felt a high-spirited feeling unconsciously.
Wearing a black brocade robe, a black sword scabbard on his back, his long black hair wrapped in a black cloth bag, his face handsome, his whole body faintly moving with a spiritual aura, showing his aura. Now Zhao Jiuge has also begun to slowly transform from that young boy. .
On the way, the two of them shared a sword and left the mountain of the sword-making hall. Zhao Jiuge suddenly remembered something, and then asked, "Senior sister, how many doors did you spend on the remaining materials for this natal flying sword in the Treasure Pavilion last time?" tribute."
Tie Hongling's willow eyebrows moved, a little surprised that Zhao Jiuge still remembered this, but he still said, "Not much."
"Sister, if it's not much, you have to let me know how much it is. I have to pay it back." Zhao Jiuge said softly.
"No need to pay it back, it's just a small contribution to the sect. Although the sect's rules are that you have to obtain everything by yourself, you still get this treatment as a direct disciple." Fu Hongling said nonchalantly.
"You should practice with peace of mind. Working hard to improve your strength is more useful than anything else. Mengong is a dead thing after all, and nothing is more important than your own strength." As if afraid that Zhao Jiuge would become suspicious, Fu Hongling then added.
Zhao Jiuge always felt a little strange, but he couldn't pinpoint where it was. But what he didn't know was that more than 20,000 mengong were used to refine the remaining materials for 'Han Ming' this time. Ou Yezi used the best materials, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to refine it. The ultimate spiritual weapon.
Fu Hongling had already paid more than 20,000 yuan for him. Last time, she just found a reason to fool Zhao Jiuge. Unexpectedly, Zhao Jiuge still remembered it. More than 20,000 men's tribute is a large amount even for Bie Hongling.
After a while, Zhao Jiuge felt that the flight route was wrong. It was not the route to Lotus Peak, because Lotus Peak and Jiuge Peak were next to each other.
"Sister, where are we going?" Zhao Jiuge said with some confusion after confirming the direction, the black brocade robe on his body whistling.
"Go to the Xuantian Palace, the master wants to ask you a favor." After Fu Hongling finished speaking, she looked at Zhao Jiuge with a meaningful look in her eyes.
When he heard something happened again, Zhao Jiuge felt mixed emotions. He didn't know what it was. For him, after experiencing the last rebirth, there was a shadow in his heart. He secretly guessed that it was not about practicing in this area again.
Seemingly feeling the suspicion in Zhao Jiuge's heart, Fu Hongling was considerate and said softly, "It's mainly about the quality of your elixir. I guess I found the secret method this time to help you raise the elixir to the eighth level." .The rest of the little things were incidental."
Zhao Jiuge's eyes widened. There really is such a secret method. Nowadays, the seventh-grade elixir is already abnormal enough. If it can really be promoted to the eighth grade, it will be the first time for Xuantian Sword Sect in the past few hundred years.
All of a sudden, Zhao Jiuge didn't think about the pain he would go through to improve the quality of the elixir. Instead, he was filled with enthusiasm, imagining that he would be upgraded to an eighth-grade elixir.
Hong Ling couldn't help but smile at her junior brother's child's character. There are many such secret methods. The lower the quality, the greater the chance of success. A seventh-grade elixir like Zhao Jiuge has a very small chance of success, and there are very few secret methods of this quality.
Bie Hongling had tried it before. She was a sixth-grade elixir, but it also failed in the end.
A flash of red light quickly shuttled through the clouds, and soon arrived at Xuantian Temple on Xuantian Peak.