Eternal gate

Weapon Refining Pavilion.

Time passes minute by minute.

Huang Xie has sneaked into the inner hall several times, his face getting uglier each time, he kicked in the door a lot and wanted to ask the master, I am not as good as Ji Hen in terms of thunder and lightning.

If you really ask this question, Ou Yanglaodao's response should be more pertinent: Apart from being more good-looking than Ji Hen, compared with him... you really have no advantages. The bed is cool, so go to bed early!

"But I can still hold on." In the underground palace, Old Taoist Ouyang took a sip of wine.

"It's not bad." Zhao Yun wiped away the sweat and his face turned pale. Old Taoist Ouyang was polishing the golden knife. His task has become to maintain the body of the knife. Thunder and lightning cannot be pulled and must be controlled.

This sword and such a skill cannot be accomplished by one person.

As for him, he should be an exception. He can try to practice like this when he is in the Ksitigarbha realm.

"It's good to have a martial spirit!" Old Taoist Ouyang sighed again.

If Huang Xie had done this job, he would have fainted several times.

Therefore, Ji Hen is the most suitable one. This kid is not only capable of fighting and resisting, but also has great endurance. The most important thing is his weapon refining skills. He is so powerful that he is shocked. You must know that this guy is in the Xuanyang realm! If he reaches the Ksitigarbha Realm and has the same level of skill, I am afraid no one will be able to defeat him.

Gudong!

Zhao Yun started pouring the spiritual liquid, and he really couldn't hold it any longer.

pound! when!

Old Taoist Ouyang was still carrying the thunder hammer and struck again and again.

The so-called hard work, this is how it comes about.

Since polishing the blade body, Ouyang Laodao has hammered it more than a thousand times. Just hammering a thousand times is nothing. You have to control the force and the intensity of the lightning. If one hammer is not good, it will crack the blade body, such as making an elixir. This is a technical job, and it also requires countless tempering attempts.

Human energy is limited.

Being a weapon refiner means you are destined to neglect martial arts.

A talented monster like Zhao Yun, and a cultivator who also finds it extremely difficult to cultivate. It must be a very right choice to give up the alchemy lineage before. If too much time is allocated to martial arts, I am afraid that none of them will be able to reach the peak. Everything must be done according to one's ability. What Moon God said about biting off more than one can chew still makes sense.

Night falls quietly.

This night was a great torment for Zhao Yun and Ouyang Laodao.

This kind of suffering comes from mental exhaustion.

As for Zhao Yun, the fatigue in his martial soul has reached a certain limit. He is already in more and more pain, his head is still a little dizzy, and there are a lot of bloodshot eyes in his eyes. If he really dares to fight, both of them will lose their foundation.

"Eat him."

Old Taoist Ouyang flicked his hand, and a purple pill flew out.

Zhao Yun took it casually and recognized the elixir. It was a three-line soul elixir, and he concentrated on replenishing his energy.

Naturally, it can also be used to nourish martial souls.

After swallowing it, I suddenly felt a sense of coolness, which made my tired martial soul feel much more comfortable.

Old Taoist Ouyang also stuffed one in, and struck harder with his lightning hammer, "If you can't hold it anymore, just say so."

"It's okay." Zhao Yun said, standing firmer again.

Refining a weapon is like refining an elixir, and the worst thing to do is give up halfway.

If you give up now, the golden sword may not crack or explode, but the grade will be greatly reduced. As a weapon refiner, Ouyang Laodao understands, and he naturally understands that even if you have short hands and a shameless person, you have to hold on, and the materials for the weapon refinement are It's hard to find, but you can't waste it. If you want to refine it, refine it to the best.

Old Taoist Ouyang smiled gently and said nothing.

Next, there is no room for distraction.

Although they were working together to refine weapons, the pressure he endured was far stronger than that of Zhao Yun. Every time the hammer hit him, his spirit would hurt. Although the hit was a golden knife, it was no different from the hit on his spirit.

Well...!

For a moment, Zhao Yun snorted.

To say there is no pressure would be a lie.

Every time Old Dao Ouyang hits it, his martial soul will be shaken.

Thanks to his martial spirit, if he was still at the spiritual level, he would have been shocked to death long ago.

The level of cultivation is not enough, so you need time to make it up.

For example, his Long Yuan used time for energy and spent many hours of polishing to make up for his innate deficiencies. If Long Yuan also succeeded in one go, he would be stronger and more domineering than now.

After groaning, he ran the Soul Cleansing Sutra.

While refining weapons, at the same time forging souls.

Even if there is no thunder and lightning, the martial soul can still be trained, but the effect is much weaker. The martial soul is shocked again and again by Ouyang Laodao's thunder and lightning hammer. It is also a different kind of training for the martial soul. Apart from a little pain, there is nothing else. At this moment, let's wash it together. The Po Yi Hun Sutra complements each other.

"Can you actually train your martial spirit?"

Old Taoist Ouyang was shocked again, shocked by Zhao Yun's soul-forging secret technique and Zhao Yun's qualifications.

What about this weapon refining? Can you still do two things at once?

"Can you aim and hit again?" Zhao Yun grinned.

Just a moment ago, a thunderbolt from Ouyang Laodao hit his foot with a plank.

Old Taoist Ouyang laughed dryly and hurriedly collected himself.

pound! when!

The clanging sound in the underground palace is slow and rhythmic.

The sound of heavy breathing in the underground palace is also very clear. For those who don't know, what do you think it is?

Buzz!

It wasn't until night fell that I heard the buzz of a knife.

It's done, the golden sword is done, and the bright sword light illuminates the underground palace with splendor.

Zhao Yun's legs and feet felt weak and he sat there with his buttocks down.

After refining a sword for three days, his face was as white as paper and his eyes were bloodshot.

"good."

Old Taoist Ouyang staggered, holding the golden knife in his hand, and shouted loudly.

Zhao Yun took a breath before raising his eyes to look.

The golden knife is really dazzling, the lines on it are quite strange, like a dragon, like a living thing, and you can vaguely hear the roar of the dragon. This is caused by the materials used to refine the weapon. In addition, it is the body of the knife, which can be called the spirit of the knife. It shoots out in all directions, making a buzzing sound, coupled with the two lingering waves of thunder, and the thunder and lightning tear, it is intimidating to see, not to mention its power. If it is slashed with a knife, I am afraid not many people can hold on.

puff!

Old Taoist Ouyang took a sip of wine and sprayed it on the blade.

The golden sword buzzed, and the cold light of the sword suddenly appeared, and was burned into sword energy by the hot air.

"Good knife." Old Taoist Ouyang laughed again.

Since he made weapons, he has produced many good weapons, such as this one... It should be the pinnacle.

To a certain extent, he did not do this alone.

Without Ji Hen's help, he wouldn't be able to achieve this level.

"Forged by sky thunder, it is named sky thunder."

"Come."

Old Taoist Ouyang smiled and threw the golden knife over.

Since it was completed by two people, Ji Hen had to appreciate their masterpiece.

It happened that Zhao Yun stood up and took it casually.

However, he underestimated the weight of the golden knife, and just when he stood up, he was hit and sat there again.

"A good sword." Zhao Yun looked over it over and over again, and found that it was indeed a fierce weapon.

"Compared to your sword, it's not even close." Old Man Ouyang said with a smile.

Zhao Yun does not deny this.

His Dragon Abyss was made of meteorite iron, so there was a difference in material. Plus, it was polished by lightning all day long, tempered by the Purple Tears Weapon Crystal, and blessed by the Dunjia Tianzi. It was incomparable to ordinary weapons.

After looking at it for a long time, he returned the knife.

After finishing the work, I held my waist and went to get the baby.

The so-called treasure is the piece of Nine-Yang Black Iron, which I have long been optimistic about.

"You kid, you are really not stupid!"

Old Taoist Ouyang felt a pain in his body. He had been reluctant to use it for a long time.

Zhao Yun didn't care about this or that. He took it and stuffed it into the Lord of the Rings. We must keep our word.

"See you."

Zhao Yun chuckled, waved his hands and slipped out of the underground palace, for fear that the old man would regret it.

In fact, Old Taoist Ouyang really regretted it. Why was he holding his chest and moaning?