Chapter 130 Silence for Senior Mo Yazi (1/3)
As the sky dawned, Gu Tingyu took out the black long sword that Ye Wanqiu had brought back, and took it in his hand and looked at it carefully. The body and hilt of this long sword are all in one, as if it were born from nature. As for what material it is. Gu Tingyu didn't know what grade the sword was.
I can only blame him for his lack of knowledge. I really can't understand the origin of this sword, but even if he is stupid, he still knows a little bit. This is definitely a treasure.
Only when the sword is alive can you know the master and who the master is. Otherwise, how could this sword be easily held in the hand and become a treasure.
But if you are really alive, how can you not be able to communicate
"Could it be that the spirit of this sword has fallen asleep?" Gu Tingyu was a little curious, pinching it in his hand and pulling a few sword flowers, the sword body trembling in the air, a faint sound of sword chanting, the sword flowers shaking in the void** Some invisible ripples appeared, spreading out.
This sword and Gu Tingyu were all in one body, as if he was born with his sword.
There is a sense of common blood.
"Unfortunately, I was in a coma at the time and didn't see the little golden man in the mouth of Late Autumn. Although I don't know why that little golden man gave you to me, I think you should have a name." Gu Tingyu looked at the mouth in his hand. Long sword.
"I hope I will see the little golden man again in the future, and then I will ask your real name. How about calling you as ink marks now?" Gu Tingyu asked, raising the pitch-black sword in his hand.
Hearing Gu Tingyu's words, the long sword called as ink marks was shaking slightly in the air, and the sword body shook, and the ink-like sword aura spread out. The lacquer ink sword air flowed in the air like water lines and gradually dissipated.
"It seems that you like it very much. The sword aura is like ink, leaving marks and ink marks all around." Gu Tingyu waved the long sword in his hand several times, the sword aura was like waves, and his mind was connected.
At the same time, Mo Yazi, who did not know where he went last night, returned again. Yesterday he had no face to stay with Gu Tingyu, okay? As a senior, it is too embarrassing to be able to even get a suitable meeting gift. .
How embarrassed to stay with the younger generation to eat and drink.
After leaving Luoxue Caotang, Mo Yazi wanted to prepare a new meeting ceremony.
After thinking about it, he figured it out.
This junior has just entered the second stage realm, entered the second stage
After Pin Xian, he needed to prepare to cultivate a natal artifact of his own. When he wanted to come to where he was yesterday, he did not realize that this junior had any natal artifact, and according to him, it was only from Moyazi to Rongcheng. How could it be possible for the second-rank realm that he entered the day before to have his own magic weapon.
It just so happened that Mo Yazi found a piece of thousand-year-old profound ice cold iron a few days ago. This thing can only grow in extremely cold places. The value of a piece of profound ice cold iron itself is already very high. The piece that I found was a thousand years old, except that most of it was refined by Mo Yazi into a medicinal pestle and a medicinal furnace, and one-half of it was left, which was the most suitable for refining a magical artifact.
It is not impossible that the magical tool made from this thousand-year-old profound ice cold iron will become a fifth-rank emperor magical tool after nurturing.
Although Mo Yazi is not a full-time craftsman, he thinks his craftsmanship can be considered acceptable, at least much better than this second-grade little Taoist friend.
After a day and night of crafting, he finally created a cold iron sword with a crescent moon for this young fellow. The back of the sword is like a star and the blade is like a waning moon. A second-grade sword is born, and there is a chance of growth. In the future, it will not be difficult to achieve the fifth-rank emperor's magic weapon, even if it becomes the sixth-rank magic weapon, it is not impossible.
Even if it can't become a sixth-rank magic weapon, this long knife is entirely made of a thousand years of profound ice cold iron, and it is more than enough to be used as a material for refining a sixth-rank magic weapon.
After he found this treasure, many fifth-rank emperors came to the door just to ask for the original iron. Of course, Mo Yazi is not stupid. How can he give this kind of treasure that can be met and unquestioned to others? Find an instrument refiner who has had old feelings and create a set of magic instruments for him.
It can be fully comparable to the fifth-rank artifact. As long as Mo Yazi enters the fifth-rank emperor realm in the future, he can transport his imperial qi into this set of artifacts, allowing him to enter the fifth-rank emperor's magical artifact. Of the list.
It can be seen that the preciousness of this set of materials is that Xuan Bing Han Iron is a precious refining material for even the fifth-rank emperor and even the sixth-rank Taoist. Although his refining methods are limited, only one mouthful is temporarily worth two. The cold iron sword of high quality magic weapon, but I believe Gu Tingyu will like this sword created by his passion.
Take this war
Dao, Mo Yazi was more confident, so he gave this set of treasures to Gu Tingyu as a meeting gift for his elders, and he instantly improved a lot, feeling full of confidence.
Finally, he came to the door of Gu Tingyu's Luoxue Thatched Cottage.
Carrying this saber made entirely of thousand-year-old profound ice cold iron in one hand, it knocked on the door of Luoxue Caotang in the other.
Gu Tingyu's surprise even came to his mind when he saw this sword, and he could even feel the warm thanks that the other party was about to come. Hahahaha, the dignity of the elders was restored to full in an instant, which is very good.
The door knocked, and Gu Tingyu, who was studying the ink-marked sword in the courtyard, walked over with the sword.
He opened the door and looked at each other. There was a bit of embarrassment in the air.
Mo Yazi's original smile gradually condensed with the unknown black sword in Gu Tingyu's hand.
Good luck tricks people, really good luck tricks people.
Although the ink sword that the opponent is holding is not of any grade, it always feels that there is an invisible and introverted domineering on it, completely concealing the power of his cold iron sword, and the sharpness of the cold iron sword is in it. When compared in front of this ink sword, it is like a watermelon knife for a few dollars on the street.
"Little Taoist Tingyu, isn't this pitch-black sword just your magic weapon, right?" Mo Yazi smiled stiffly, and asked bitterly.
When Gu Tingyu heard Mo Yazi's question, he danced his sword a few sword flowers, and smiled indifferently: "Yes, it was a gift from an unknown senior."
"Senior Mo Yazi, what is this long knife?"
It is a gift from a senior.
Gifts from predecessors.
Gift.
These words kept echoing in Mo Yazi's ears like a curse. It seemed that someone would talk about it and take a look. It was all seniors. What did they give, and what did you give.
Mo Yazi suddenly felt that his face was dull, and raised the long knife, but the thought line could not be said.
This sword made of thousand-year-old profound ice and cold iron is a meeting gift for you.
Suddenly I felt so red that I couldn't tell.
"Yes, it's just the chopper I carry with me. If you are interested, just use it to cut vegetables."
It was really useless to keep this knife in his hand.
I feel sorry for this senior who has always wanted to give some awesome gifts.
(End of this chapter)