He Has a Dragon

Wang Le blinked his eyes, found a chair to sit down without noticing anything, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, even if Cihang Jingzhai attacks again, Nanhua Temple will not let Master Hai go into battle to kill the enemy."

Hai Wuya shook his head with disapproval and said: "There are no eggs left in the overturned nest. No matter whether Cihang Jingzhai or other forces come to kill me, I will not be able to escape. By then, even if I If you don't want to fight with others, you will be forced to take action, otherwise, you will die without a burial place!"

Wang Le's mouth curled up slightly in disapproval, and he did not refute again, but secretly praised in his heart: "Hey, it's not like I have lived such a long life in vain to be able to see things so clearly."

While they were talking, Hai Wuya and Ji Yang also sat down one after another. After Hai Xiaoyue brought the tea at the right time, he stood aside knowingly, but his eyes would glance at Young Master Wang from time to time.

After all, at Wang Le's age, he has continuously killed heaven-level masters, and even middle-level heaven-level martial arts masters have died under his hands. Looking at the entire martial arts world, he is truly unique, and no one can compare with him. .

Hai Xiaoyue really can't imagine how terrifying Wang Le will be once he fully grows up in the future. There is no doubt that he will be an invincible being who can suppress an era.

And this also means that the martial arts geniuses who lived in the same era as Wang Le are destined to be the cupholders on the coffee table.

All martial arts geniuses are destined to eclipse in front of this guy and become the backdrop for the opponent.

While Hai Xiaoyue was thinking wildly, Wang Le took a sip of tea slowly, then put down the teacup in his hand, then looked at Hai Wuya and asked: "Master Hai, hasn't my magic weapon been released? ?Where are you now?"

At this time, Hai Wuya didn't say much. He put the tea cup in his hand back on the table, and then took out a simple sword box with patterns on it from the storage stone in the sleeve of his robe.

When Hai Wuya put the sword box on the table and slowly pushed it in front of Wang Le, everyone's eyes were focused on it.

Before Wang Le could open the sword box, Hai Wuya, who was full of pride, said solemnly: "Fortunately, I have lived up to my destiny. After sixteen days of hard work, I finally refined a top-quality natal magic weapon for Wang Le!"

After a pause, Hai Wuya said sincerely: "If Wang Xiaoyou hadn't cured the old disease in the old man's body and wanted to successfully refine this top-quality natal magic weapon, I, Hai Wuya, would have been helpless and it would have been impossible!"

Wang Le smiled slightly, shook his head and replied: "It's just a fair transaction between you and me, no one suffers."

Then he saw Wang Le and said no more. He reached out and pressed the circlip on the sword box. With a metallic "click", the cover of the sword box opened.

Then an ordinary long sword came into view. If it weren't for the chilling light flowing erratically on its edge, Wang Le would really doubt whether Hai Wuya was fooling him.

At this moment, Ji Yang, who was sitting beside him, looked at Hai Wuya with a disappointed look on his face and said: "Master Hai, if this is the best magic weapon you have refined, it is too ordinary. I can't see any advantages. When it comes out, it is no different from an ordinary flying sword."

Before Hai Wuya could speak, Hai Xiaoyue, who had been standing silently behind him, snorted and said with some dissatisfaction: "My master's products must be high-quality products.

Elder Jiyang, don't judge a sword by its appearance and talk nonsense like this. "

"Uh!" Ji Yang smiled awkwardly, and then said simply to Hai Wuya, "I was a little rude. Please forgive me, Master Hai."

Hai Wuya waved his hand indifferently, and said with a trace of pride that could not be concealed on his face: "From the appearance of this top-quality magic weapon, it is indeed ordinary to the extreme, but these are just the surface. I believe that, As long as Wang Xiaoyou has refined this top-quality natal magic weapon, when he uses this sword to fight with others in the future, he will definitely be more powerful than a tiger and extremely satisfied!"

Wang Le smiled and nodded, then took out this ordinary-looking flying sword from the sword box.

The sword is not light, but rather heavy. It weighs about fifty kilograms. This surprised Wang Le. He thought that the flying sword weighed about ten kilograms at most, but he didn't expect it to be heavier than he expected. About five times.

However, no matter how heavy the sword was, it would not bear any burden on Wang Le, who was physically extremely strong.

Just as Wang Le was looking up and down at the sword that had just been released, Hai Wuya said again: "Wang Xiaoyou only needs to drip essence and blood on the sword, and at the same time perform the sacrificial refining method, and it can be used for his own use." , the longer it takes to be stored in one's Dantian for good health, the greater the power of this sword will be when it is used."

Then Hai Wuya stopped talking nonsense and asked Wang Lezhuan for the method of oral refining to receive this top-quality natal magic weapon.

After a while, Wang Le, who had memorized the ritual ritual method, followed Hai Wuya's instructions and began to collect the best natal magic weapon in his hand step by step.

When Wang Le bit the tip of his tongue, and a drop of golden blood fell on the flying sword in his hand, and was quickly absorbed by the sword, Hai Wuya and Ji Yang who were sitting opposite and next to him, and even those who were standing aside Hai Xiaoyue all looked surprised and looked at Wang Le with a look that couldn't be too strange.

If it weren't for the critical moment when Wang Le was using his secret method to collect this top-quality natal magic weapon, Ji Yang would have been tempted to ask, but in the end he still held back and didn't dare to disturb him.

In this way, as time passed, the squeezed blood essence was completely absorbed by the long sword, and Wang Le also honestly followed Hai Wuya's instructions and released the consciousness he had just cultivated recently to inject it into the long sword in his hand. Among the swords.

And at the moment when his consciousness entered the long sword, Wang Le clearly felt that his mind had a vague connection with the flying sword in his hand, as if it had become a part of himself.

However, according to Hai Wuya, the only way to become stronger and even inseparable from this top-quality natal magic weapon is to rely on the skill of water grinding to cultivate it in the Dantian.

In this process of cultivation, the most important thing is to inject one's own spiritual consciousness into the natal magic weapon Flying Sword all the time.

Because only in this way can oneself and this natal magic weapon be in harmony with each other, and finally achieve the perfect fit where man and sword become one, and even become indistinguishable from each other.

Then when the time comes to fight with the enemy, you can better control the flying sword, your natal magic weapon, through your spiritual consciousness.

Killing people thousands of miles away is nothing better than this.

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