A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"Hello...hello."

Jiang Ding was stunned for a moment, then said: "Your name is Yunri? Who gave you this name?"

"Zhenjun Yun Gong."

"Don't you like it?"

Yunri asked.

"That's not true."

Jiang Ding shook his head, he could call him anything, he just asked casually.

"If you want to change the data such as name and appearance, it will affect my ability, which will be reduced by about 10%."

Yunri explained: "Zhenjun Yungong added many rare materials to the Daoshu Stone. She used her own property to improve my abilities while binding these things. If modified, it will have an impact."

"Is this why you look so similar to True Lord Yungong?"

Jin Lingfeng interrupted her and said unhappily.

If you look closely, this ship spirit is strikingly similar to the shrunken Yungong Zhenjun.

"Those without authority and irrelevant personnel will not answer."

The ship spirit glanced at her.

"You...hum!"

Jin Lingfeng snorted coldly.

"why?"

Jiang Ding asked with a smile.

True Lord Yungong's actions did not harm his interests, so he would not be angry.

In addition, he has a good impression of the seniors of Xianmen and is very tolerant, because these seniors have helped him a lot along the way.

"Captain, Master Yungong wants to invest in you and thinks he can support you in the future."

The ship spirit did not hide anything and explained seriously: "While investing a lot of rare materials to improve my abilities, she thought it would be better if a higher level of binding was carried out."

"She thinks that if you look at her face every day and become familiar with her for a long time, you will develop a liking for her."

"You can get a Taoist companion who will be very helpful to you in the future."

"By the way, she asked me to propose to you on your behalf. If you agree, the wedding can be held this year. She said that she is a fifth-level battleship designer and is very rich. You'd better consider it seriously."

"tutor……"

Xia Caiyun covered her face, ashamed to see anyone.

What a shame!

If it weren't for the fact that Lord Yungong personally presided over the construction of this battleship, there would be no way that anyone else would have interfered. She almost suspected whose prank this was.

"Old woman, so shameless..."

Jin Lingfeng gritted his teeth.

Jiang Ding smiled and said nothing.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths.

"I reject."

Jiang Ding pretended to have given it serious consideration: "I deeply agree with Yungong Zhenjun's investment vision, but unfortunately, I have no plans to start a family at the moment. I can only be very sorry."

"oh."

"Can I tell this to True Lord Yun Gong? She said she would do this."

Ship Spirit asked.

"sure."

Jiang Ding responded with a smile.

Divine consciousness poured into the ship spirit and all over the battleship, scanning each sword-shaped mirror drone. After confirming that there were no flaws, he signed his name on the receipt and handed it to Xia Caiyun.

"Classmate Xia, thank you for your hard work. There is no problem."

"That's good."

Xia Caiyun used her magic to control her inner lake, took the receipt and flew away into the distance. She no longer wanted to stay in this embarrassing place.

Jiang Ding calmed down and placed his hand on the core cube of the battleship. Divine consciousness and mana poured into it, filling all the formation nodes.

"Lingzi engine ignition,"

"start up."

boom!

The kilometer-long steel giant swayed, slowly floated up, and then pushed away the surrounding air, forming a strong wind that blew in all directions.

The battleship spewed flames from its tail and flew into the distance amidst the turmoil of the sea of ​​clouds. It easily reached the ultimate speed of the Golden Core cultivator, and the surrounding space became hazy and distorted.

Jiang Ding and the others came to the deck, facing the strong wind and the white clouds that kept passing back and forth around them.

"It's not fast enough now."

"We must refine the super battleship's Magnetic Thunder Cloud Formation and the fourth-order spirit engine. Only then can we break through the golden elixir limit, reach Nascent Soul-level speed, and then surpass it."

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt for a moment.

"The most important thing is the main gun of the super battleship, the magnetic cloud splitting star cannon. The seventy-two electromagnetic accelerators in it need to be refined one by one, and then let it survive the magic weapon tribulation and be promoted to the infant treasure level, so that it can exert its full potential. The power of the Nascent Soul-class main gun.”

"These will probably take four to five years."

After a few people chatted on Yinkong Island for a while, discussed Taoism, and shared their insights on Taoism, Jiang Ding sent An Siyan and An Siyan back to the dormitory one by one, then returned by himself, unfolded the Sun Sacred Tree, and entered the state of cultivation.

Different from before,

Near the shade of the Sun God Tree, a giant steel ship more than one kilometer long is suspended. The branches of the big branches extend and spread, connecting them. It is tempered by the essence of the sun and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered by the Sun God Tree. It slowly Improve the materials and internal formations.

While practicing, Jiang Ding sent out a ray of spiritual consciousness to pay attention to the Kendo Hall clone, absorbing his knowledge of the two top third-level spells, "Magnetic Sky Flash" and "Magnetic Hidden Technique", which he had accumulated in recent years.

…

The training room on the top floor of the Xiandu Kendo Hall building.

A young man in green clothes opened his eyes and stared at the turbulent sea of ​​clouds on the horizon. Many azure runes flashed away.

Ding dong!

With the sound of the elevator opening, Wei Hu, the general manager of the kendo gym, appeared at the door.

"I've seen it before, Senior Jiang!"

Wei Hu bowed his head deeply with a hint of uneasiness, not daring to look directly at an ancestor of the Golden Pill.

Decades have passed, and this person's appearance has not changed at all. He still looks like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, as if he is still a high school student.

However, he himself is already an old man in his seventies, with gray hair and wrinkles.

"Wei Hu,"

Jiang Ding turned his gaze back from the sea of ​​clouds and looked at the old man in front of him, vaguely seeming to recall how he was young and strong when they first met many years ago.

"How long have you been working for me?"

he asked quietly.

So many years have passed, except for the feelings of childhood, relatives and friends, the death or changes of other people, it is difficult to make any waves in his heart.

Without him, I have seen too much.

"Senior Jiang Jiang, it has been twenty years, five months and twenty-seven days."

Wei Hu took a deep breath and said respectfully.

"How's the score?"

Jiang Ding asked again.

"The way of swordsmanship is in Xianmen Dachang."

Wei Hu knew that the time to decide his fate had come, his heart could not help beating violently, and his palms became sweaty.

"In this year's college entrance examination, monks and warriors who use swords account for 92.7%."

"In this year's Huashan Sword Forum, the first and second place crowns were won by monks who are extremely talented in kendo and are willing to follow the kendo. Even the number one scholar in Qingfeng Beidou University has excelled in kendo and cold weapon combat. Not as good as them."

"This year's Taixu Illusion Realm Swordsman Finals produced 377 amateur ninth-level swordsmen, who have reached the pinnacle of mortal swordsmanship."

"This is the grade I give you."

Wei Hu bowed again.

no respond.

"Is there still no professional swordsman showing up?"

After a moment, Jiang Ding showed a hint of disappointment.

Amateur, professional.

Only professional swordsmen who have understood the meaning of the sword can be regarded as his companions. The others are just monks who use swords. They are just soil and of little use.

"Senior, no."

Wei Hu's face was pale, but he didn't dare to hide it: "The birth of a Sword Intention Swordsman is too difficult. This is something unique to the swordsman. Even among the Nine Immortal Sects, it is very rare. Our swordsman monks are not capable enough."

Jiang Ding was silent.

Wei Hu was uneasy, his palms were trembling, and his heart sank into his heart.

Frankly speaking, his salary over the years has been generous enough, far exceeding the average level in the industry. Otherwise, he would not have been able to reach the middle of the ninth level of Qi training with his low qualifications. He is only one step away from reaching the peak of Qi training and starting to attack the foundation.

but……

"It's considered qualified."

After a long time, Jiang Ding sighed, handed over a jade box and flew it in front of Wei Hu: "You have worked hard these years. I wish you prosperity and success in your immortality."

Ups and downs, filling my heart with ecstasy.

Wei Hu's body was trembling, he took the jade box with both hands, held it tightly in his arms, used his strong reason to keep himself awake, and paid homage deeply.

"Thank you, Senior Jiang!"