"call out!"
"call out!"
On the martial arts arena, Jun Changxiao used the nine-style stacking wave sword, bringing up layers of sword shadows, which can be described as flowing and colorful!
"so hot!"
"The suzerain is like dancing!"
The disciples standing next to him were amazed.
"Clang!"
After a while, Jun Changxiao stopped, put the sword back into its sheath gracefully, and said with satisfaction on his face: "The Hanfeng Sword re-injected into the soul by Hall Master Fan is indeed more usable than before!"
In the sword test just now, he could feel that the sword and himself were connected, especially when performing sword moves, he felt very handy, and the improvement effect in all aspects was very obvious!
If the disciples are all equipped with this soul-infused weapon, the overall strength will definitely be stronger.
During this trip to Yuzhou in the East China Sea, Jun Changxiao thought that obtaining the space ring of Emperor Zhenwei and various martial arts resources from the treasury was the biggest gain.
Now it seems.
Master Fan is the real priceless treasure!
"Qingyang!"
With a flick of his hand, Jun Changxiao threw the reshaped Hanfeng Sword over, and said loudly, "Try the sword!"
"yes!"
Li Qingyang flew over from a distance, held it on the hilt of the sword, and lightly landed on the martial arts arena, and then used the nine-style folding wave sword until it gathered the ninth style, forming an unparalleled sword qi and slashing down!
"boom--"
The ground is cracked, and sword marks appear!
"metropolitan!"
Li Qingyang stood with the sword in his hand, and said pleasantly: "This sword seems to be more useful than before."
In the next second, the smile froze, looking at the floor that had been destroyed by him, he immediately clutched his chest in pain.
The second disciple couldn't help destroying the martial arts field he built himself, which shows how useful the soul-infused Hanfeng sword is!
…
Fan Yezi didn't rest, he was in a state of ecstasy in reshaping weapons.
Strictly speaking, this guy is also crazy like Emperor Zhenwei, but the crazy is in the casting.
Just a few days.
Hundreds of cold weapons have been reshaped and infused with the soul of love.
The disciples held the soul-infused Hanfeng sword one after another. Whether they were practicing swords or sparring on a daily basis, they could feel a subtle connection between themselves and the weapon.
certainly.
The most obvious effect is the defensive equipment such as the cloud piercing knife and black iron shield.
It is indeed as Jun Changxiao thought.
Fan Yezi is the real priceless treasure!
His arrival and the reshaping of weapons and equipment have greatly enhanced the combat effectiveness of the Wan Guzong.
If you just look at it personally, the effect may not be outstanding, but if all 70,000 disciples are replaced with soul-infused equipment, the overall improvement will be very significant!
And this is just the basic level of weapons and equipment. The more advanced Zhenyang sets and dragon teeth series weapons are waiting for Fan Yezi to inject his soul, and the promotion ratio will probably be even higher at that time.
"Earn it, earn it!"
Jun Changxiao feels very fortunate that he was able to go to Yuzhou in the East China Sea and save Master Fan at the expense of a lot of chapters, because the help the latter brought to the sect is continuous and permanent!
I have to thank Wei Lao and others.
If it wasn't for suggesting that the suzerain should go to rescue him, he might be too lazy to go to sea because of his high-spirited personality.
Therefore, for a sufficiently professional sect, the suzerain may not be able to think thoroughly about many things, and the role and suggestions of high-level officials are also crucial!
Apart from being extremely handsome, Jun Changxiao is not a perfect person.
Elder Wei and other high-level officials make up for his deficiencies in certain aspects when necessary, and are unambiguous in major matters. Only in this way can they construct a truly strongest sect of all ages.
…
Foundry Hall.
Jun Changxiao took out his pointing Jiangshan, put it on the casting table, and said, "Can this thing be injected into the soul?"
system:"… "
The exclusive magic soldier, which is already wretched enough, if it is injected with the soul, wouldn't it be so wretched that it will stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun in the sky!
Fan Yezi stepped forward, holding the strangely shaped Pointing Jiangshan in his hand, his eyes widened and he was shocked, and said, "This... this..."
"That's right."
Jun Chang said with a smile: "On top of the divine grade."
"Plop!"
Fan Yezi sat down directly on the ground, his hands trembling violently and said: "The suzerain can actually refine weapons that are above the divine grade!"
His current level can only be cast at the level of the divine grade, and he must have a strong ore. As for the grade above the divine grade, it is not that he has not tested it, but he failed in Yuzhou in the East China Sea.
Jun Chang smiled and said: "This is what the two seniors, Gan Jiang and Mo Xie, made during their lifetimes."
"good."
The system said: "You need to show your face."
"I see!"
Fan Yezi's fluctuating heart immediately calmed down a lot.
If it was really a young man in his early twenties who forged a weapon above the divine grade, it would be simply too appalling!
"metropolitan."
Fan Yezi looked at it carefully, and said, "This weapon is still impeccable in workmanship, but it still lacks a soul. As for whether it can be injected with a soul, we need to try it."
"Then try."
"It may... take a long time."
The remodeling of high-level equipment requires more energy, and it is definitely not like the Hanfeng sword that can mass-produce hundreds of handles a day.
…
"This this… "
Fan Yezi was dumbfounded and shocked again.
Because he is in the secret realm of time and space, and he learned from the suzerain that time is accelerated here, fifty days inside, and only one day outside!
"Snapped!"
A slap on the face, feeling the pain, said: "It's not a dream... This is not a dream!"
Hey, the dignified contemporary foundry master, after entering the Wangu sect, he was able to remain normal except when reshaping weapons, and spent the rest of the time in shock, which is really hard for him.
"Hall Master Fan."
Jun Chang smiled and said, "I will leave this weapon to you to reshape."
"Um!"
Master Fan hastily released his casting energy, gathered five hammers, and got busy day and night.
It is indeed very difficult to infuse soul into a weapon above the divine grade. It took a full month to succeed, and the effect is not very satisfactory.
"metropolitan."
Fan Yezi passed Jiang Shan the pointer, shook his head and said, "My ability is limited, I can only reshape a little bit, and the improvement may have little effect."
Jun Changxiao smiled and said: "The main reason is that Master Fan lacks the materials to practice, so practice makes perfect. Come on, here are a few divine grades, you can use them to practice."
Take out all three pieces of equipment: Thunder Rune, Yunmeng Xiayin, and Hell's Fury.
"..."
Fan Yezi almost fainted from happiness, and then squatted on the casting table like Wang Duoyu, slapping his face wildly.
He was regretting, regretting that he had repeatedly rejected Jun Changxiao's sincere invitation before!
If the other party doesn't use any means to imprison him, but let him go, wouldn't he miss so many weapons and equipment perfectly, let alone use them to practice reshaping!
Fan Yezi, Fan Yezi!
You are such a jerk, you almost made a big mistake!
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The sound of percussion and slapping sounded alternately, outlining a very beautiful and dynamic rhythm.
…
After handing Li Qingyang and others' exclusive magical weapons to Fan Yezi, Jun Changxiao began to think about how to deal with Mr. Yuan.
"This person went to Yuzhou in the East China Sea to seek refuge with Emperor Zhenwei and make great achievements."
"Yes."
Jun Changxiao's eyes lit up, then he walked into the cell and dragged Mr. Yuan out without asking why.
"Jun Changxiao! If you want to kill me, can you give me a decent way to die! It's not like dragging a dead dog!" Yuan Gongzi roared.
"I will take you to a fun place." Jun Chang said with a smile.
"interesting place?"
Mr. Yuan looked bewildered, and then saw a vortex of flowing light appearing in front of him like a formation, exuding a sinister aura.
This is hell
"brush!"
While thinking, Jun Changxiao dragged him into hell... Oh, no, it's the plane battlefield!
Fan Yezi, prescribe the right medicine.
Mr. Yuan, you must prescribe the right medicine!