My Master is Super Strong But Too Steady

Hearing Xuanxin's voice, the eyes of Zi Menghan and the three of them turned to the crystal jade turtle in the fairy pond, and the little monk Fakong was lying on the side of the fairy pond, and said in surprise: "Master, why did you accept such a bastard? "

"brush!"

Xuanxin turned into a stream of light and flashed in front of the little monk Fakong, and he slapped Fakong out with one paw. The avenue rune on the paw slowly converged, revealing a terrifying qi fluctuation.

Xuanxin glared at him, and said in a milky voice, "Stinky bald donkey! I'm Xuanwu! I'm not a bastard!"

Li Qingzhou was particularly surprised. He knew that the little monk Fakong was a cheap man, but his real strength was definitely not weak. Not long ago, he broke through to the Primordial Spirit Realm, and the vision of Buddha and Demon was earth-shattering.

But now, in the face of the attack of the crystal jade turtle, it was really unexpected that the Buddha and Demon Vision were not even displayed before being sent flying.

The surprise in Zi Menghan's eyes was even stronger. Ever since she returned from Taicang Divine City, she has been retreating and cultivating.

When the crystal jade tortoise shot at Fa Kong, she clearly sensed the fluctuation of the Primordial Spirit Realm aura on Fa Kong's body, and she was somewhat surprised. However, Fa Kong was slapped away, and the ferocity of this crystal jade turtle surprised her even more.

Wouldn't the master collect really be the divine beast Xuanwu?

The little monk Fakong flew over, rubbing his swollen fat face, and said with a grin, "Hey, this little guy is quite powerful! You say you are Xuanwu? Tsk tsk, Xuanwu is a legendary beast, and will be like you. bigger?"

Xuan Xin is only the size of a palm, and looks very cute and cute. He hummed: "I am Xuan Wu, but I haven't grown up! When I cultivate to the realm of power, I can transform into a human!"

Ye Chen briefly introduced the origin of Xia Xuanxin to Zi Menghan and others, and introduced them to each other.

The origin of Xuanxin surprised Zi Menghan and others. This little one was actually transformed by the rebirth of a great sage. Although he lost the memory of his previous life, he still did not dare to underestimate his origin.

The little monk Fakong curiously poked Xuanxin's tortoise shell, and said curiously: "Little brother, are you male or female?"

Even though he was beaten just now, the young monk Fakong was still rude, and he was born with this virtue.

"Man! Man! Young Master, I'm a man!" Xuan Xin waved his small paws angrily, looking very mad.

Ye Chen stretched out his hand to stop their quarrel, and said softly: "Okay, I'm calling you here this time. In addition to letting you know this little brother, I also plan to refine a natal weapon for each of you. , by the way, pass on some of your divine passage methods."

Ye Chen didn't refine the natal magic weapon for himself, because he faintly sensed that even if he threw the holy soldier-level blue-gold holy seal into the Wanbao oven, he might not be able to refine the natal magic weapon that suits him!

Li Qingzhou laughed and said, "I already have the divine weapon of my life, and the master can help them refine it!"

"Born Divine Weapon?!" Zi Menghan was completely stunned.

Can the master help people refine the natal magic weapon?

Li Qingzhou actually has a divine weapon?

I have been in retreat for more than a year, what happened?

Their Qingyun Peak lineage often retreats, and they have not heard of what happened in the Xuanwu Mountains, otherwise, they will be even more shocked!

Ye Chen briefly explained the operation of the Wanbao oven to Zi Menghan, and Zi Menghan stared at it.

Zi Menghan came from the Emperor Ziwei Dynasty, and his knowledge is much stronger than that of Li Qingzhou and Fa Kong, and he is more aware of the value of this treasure. Even in the Emperor Ziwei Dynasty, there is absolutely no such treasure!

"brush!"

Ye Chen threw the half-sage-level Heisha blood wheel into the Wanbao oven, and the Heisha blood wheel burst out with immeasurable blood and blood. He wanted to break free from the shackles of the Wanbao oven, but to no avail.

In the blink of an eye, the black evil blood wheel turned into a vast treasure essence like the sea, shining with thousands of rays of light, containing endless mysteries.

"Master! That's a half-sacred soldier! How did you melt it?" The little monk Fakong jumped his feet in distress, as if his heart had been dug out.

Zi Menghan and Li Qingzhou couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths, it was a semi-holy soldier, and it was melted directly!

Master is too proud, right?

Ye Chen looked at the little monk Fakong, and said calmly, "You don't want the divine weapon anymore?"

Although the rank of the Black Devil Blood Wheel is not low, for Ye Chen, this semi-sacred weapon of the magic path is of no use at all.

Anyway, there are quite a few semi-holy soldiers in his hands, and this one is not bad.

The essence of the treasure contained in a semi-holy soldier is comparable to tens of thousands of low-grade spiritual treasures, and it is estimated that it is enough for a few of them to refine the divine weapon.

The little monk Fakong quickly said righteously: "I want it! I want it! Master did a good job! It's time to melt it!"

Ye Chen shook his head gently, ignoring him, and instructed Zi Menghan, "Menghan, release a drop of life essence and blood into the Wanbao oven."

Zi Menghan no longer hesitated, and directly sacrificed a drop of Zihua's lingering life essence blood, which fell into the Wanbao oven.

In the next quarter of an hour, Zi Menghan realized that he had some kind of intimate connection with the vast treasure essence in the Wanbao oven, and he could control the treasure essence and turn it into any magical weapon according to his own will.

Under the control of Zi Menghan, the massive treasure essence in the Wanbao oven began to rapidly change shape, sometimes turning into a bell, sometimes a bright mirror, sometimes a sharp sword, sometimes an ancient pagoda, and sometimes a jade pot , sometimes turned into a treasure bottle...

Zi Menghan's cultivation method is different, and the refining of her natal magic weapon also requires more attempts.

After a long time, Zi Menghan determined his own destiny, Zi Jing!

The essence of the vast treasures condensed and turned into an ancient mirror full of purple air, engraved with the sun, moon and stars, wind, thunder and volcanoes, divine birds and beasts, divine weapons and sharp blades, etc., all-inclusive, and it seemed that it could be hidden in the void at any time.

Zi Menghan imprinted all the Tao she understood in this purple mirror.

The treasure essence contained in the Heisha blood wheel of the semi-sacred soldier level is too vast. When Zi Menghan condenses his natal magic weapon, he still only uses less than half of the treasure essence, and there is still a large amount of treasure essence. Ups and downs in the Wanbao oven.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the purple mirror was formed, a thunder penalty was born in the Wanbao oven, and one after another robbery thunder bombarded the purple mirror, making Zi Menghan's life essence and blood merge with the essence of the massive treasures that built the mirror.

"Buzz!"

After a while, Zijing suddenly made a faint humming sound, the whole Zijing was full of spirituality, and Zijing had already born its own god, invisible and hazy, completely following Zimenghan's instructions. will exist.

At this time, this purple mirror has transformed into Zi Menghan's natal weapon!

"Where the heart is, there are thousands of ways to solve it! From today, this mirror will be called the mirror of the heart!" Zi Menghan named his natal magic weapon.