I Hang Up In the Fantasy World

At this time, the robbery clouds in the sky dissipated, and the sun once again looked down on the earth.

Although the process was more difficult than imagined, Zhang Yi still survived the tribulation safely by relying on his profound background and two important treasures.

He looked around, and saw hundreds of miles of scorched soil, and it was several meters lower than the place that was not affected by the thunder.

"Even if the cannon fire washes the ground, it's far worse than the scene in front of me."

Zhang Yi shook his head.

Fortunately, he was in the depths of the ancient forest, otherwise, if he survived the calamity in the outside world, the thunder power dissipated from the calamity cloud might be enough to destroy a large city!

The casualties will be immeasurable.

"The thunder calamity has passed, the spirit body of the earth is complete, and the first chapter of the giant spirit body of Wanyue has really started. Now, I should leave too."

"The materials for refining ice-attributed treasures have been prepared, and the next step is to return to Jianshan and really find a master forging."

"If I had opened the God of Fire Treasure before crossing the catastrophe this time, and stimulated the potential of one body again, I am afraid that it will be easier to face the nine-fold thunder catastrophe."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yi's eyes flickered.

He looked into the distance, his figure flashed, then suddenly disappeared, and it was not until several breaths later that he reappeared on a high place of a mountain peak.

When the first line of defense blocked Qianzhang Thunder Dragon, his supernatural power Huayun was broken, and the Rifting Sword in it flew upside down and was thrown far away.

At this time, the thunder calamity has passed, and he is about to leave, so Zhang Yi will naturally not forget it.

"Photograph!"

In mid-air, Zhang Yi gave a low shout, and with a turn of his right hand, a stream of light rolled back into his hand from the forest below. It was the Dim Sky Splitting Sword.

Zhang Yi looked down at the snow-white sword body, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

Because he glimpsed a dragon claw imprint in the middle of the sword body, accompanied by fine cracks.

Apparently, facing the thousand-foot Thunder Dragon in its heyday, the Likong Sword was destroyed by the dragon's claws, just like the Xuantian Mirror, with cracks and no longer perfect.

Zhang Yi reckoned that at this time, the rank of the Lie Kong Sword was at most comparable to an ordinary treasure, which was of little help to him.

"well."

Zhang Yi looked helpless, he sighed softly, and then put the Rifting Sword into the ocean of true energy, and continued to wash the sword with endless true energy, hoping to restore it to its original state one day.

After finishing this step, Zhang Yi tore apart the space and walked away.

Immediately, this ancient forest fell silent, except for the low hum of the wind blowing across the plain, there was no other sound.

No one would know that not long ago, a nine-level thunder disaster broke out here, and the power of the earth stretched thousands of miles above and below the ground that day.

Perhaps, after countless years, a warrior happened to enter this ancient forest with few people.

Only when you glimpse the empty scorched area hundreds of miles away in the center of the lush jungle, will you realize later that a big unknown event broke out here!

Of course, that's all for later.

At this time, Zhang Yi was on his way in the back of the space, and after only a few days, he returned to Jianshan again.

Then, after spending several days inquiring about some information, he found the target and prepared to visit an old man.

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Jianshan, the center of the vast territory of Wenjianshan, many saints live in it, and naturally there are many masters of alchemy and weapon refining.

The person Zhang Yi went to visit was a master craftsman who could forge treasure-level weapons even though his cultivation was only at the second level.

Not long after leaving, Zhang Yi came to a clean mountain forest in Jianshan Mountain.

The mountains and forests are ordinary, not a beautiful place. Only some weak monsters live in them, and in the depths, there is a clear stream flowing slowly.

In front of the stream, there is a small courtyard built of logs.

This is the residence of Tuo Hai, the master of the art of refining, hidden in the mountains and forests, pure and simple.

In the jungle, Zhang Yi looked calm. He looked at the simple courtyard and walked along the bluestone path.

When he reached the gate, Zhang Yi took the initiative to stop, even though the gate of the courtyard was already open, he still cupped his fists and said loudly.

"Junior Zhang Yi, I pay my respects to Grandmaster Tuo Hai. If there is any disturbance, I hope the senior will forgive me."

As the words spread, Zhang Yi was neither humble nor overbearing, standing still in place, waiting for a response.

Then, soon, an old voice came from within.

"Zhang Yi..."

"Are you the one who won the first place in the Martial Arts Festival and made a big splash?"

"You don't dare to be a junior." Zhang Yi calmly replied.

"come in."

"My strength is low, and I can't rank well in Jianshan. The only thing I have is my skill in refining weapons. I'm afraid that's why you came to find me this time."

The old voice reached Zhang Yi's ears again, and he walked straight into the courtyard.

The courtyard is not big, and the layout is even more simple. There are only three or five houses located at the end.

On the right side of the courtyard, beside a wooden table, there was a white-haired old man squinting his eyes, sitting calmly on the armchair.

That was Takumi, the master craftsman.

"Zhang Yi, meet Senior Takumi."

Although the other party's cultivation base is no more than the second level, but the refining tool is a real master level.

Moreover, Zhang Yi was asking for something from others at this time, so he restrained his sharpness and acted quite respectfully.

"sit."

The old man pointed to the wooden chair on the other side of the wooden table and Zhang Yi sat down.

"The Martial Dao Grand Meeting is quite a storm. Although I didn't pay attention to it, I inadvertently learned about it under the gossip of others."

"The you at this time are far from the one who showed your sharpness in the arena."

The old man said lightly.

"When facing the enemy, the way of the sword should have its edge."

"But it is too rigid and easy to break, and sometimes it needs to have the sword intent inside and keep sharpening it, so that it can be sharper when it is unsheathed."

"Besides, the younger generation came to visit at this time, and they really have something to entrust. They don't know anything about one thing about refining weapons, and they don't know anything about the next one. At this time, I don't dare to have much confidence."

Zhang Yiping replied peacefully, without any pride.

This made Takumi nod slightly, he had a good impression of Zhang Yi, so he said with a smile.

"Since I am the grand master of Jianshan Artifact Refining, I naturally have corresponding responsibilities."

"I happen to be free here."

"If you have prepared all the refining materials and have a refining token, then refining the treasure can be carried out in a short time."

"However, you are a swordsman. If you want to refine a first-level flying sword, it is best to find the old guy from Yuantu. He has the deepest attainments in this regard."

The old man said calmly, the words were quite straightforward, and could help Zhang Yi refine the treasure, but Zhang Yi hesitated at this moment, he shook his head and said.

"I came here to visit my senior, and I really came here for the refining, and what needs to be refined is not a flying sword, but a consumable treasure of ice attribute."

"It's just that although I have prepared all the refining materials, but the token... I didn't get it."

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