Prehistoric: The beginning of the game mixed with the Xiantian Lingbao chat group

Chapter 5 Focus (Thanks for the recommendation votes and monthly votes)

Lingqiu's lips curled up into a slight grin, and the faint dimples dotted her lovely cheeks like poetry and painting.

"This is just a seventh-grade magical sword. Master will definitely be able to repair it as before!"

"Hehe, in this way, we have also earned spiritual money, gained a reputation, and that Qingshuzi's sword has also been repaired, killing three birds with one stone!"

"Brother, do you think what I said makes sense?"

She had such a cute smile and looked like she was ready to praise me for being smart.

Feng Ming pressed her head and said, "Nonsense! I've already told you not to disturb Master with trivial matters."

"What's more..."

"What?" Lingqiu looked at his senior brother curiously.

"I can cultivate this seventh-grade magic sword myself, why should I give it to the teacher?"

Lingqiu: Suddenly I feel that what senior brother said makes sense!

She immediately said: "Brother, I also want to share the spiritual money!"

"He who sees it has a share."

Feng Ming nodded and couldn't help but say:

"Okay, do me a favor and I'll give you 10%."

Lingqiu's bright eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a naive smile: "Senior brother, you tell me, you tell me, they are very powerful now!"

Feng Ming said: "Leave me alone and don't disturb my spirit."

Lingqiu was immediately unhappy!

Senior brother is clearly alienating himself.

"Senior brother~~" (extremely long sheep sound.)

Feng Ming just smiled and said, "Get out."

"snort."

She cheered up and said very forcefully: "Then you eat this Changchun Peiyuan Pill, or I will die with you!"

Die together... My dear, this word is so beautifully used!

"Okay, I'll eat, please go."

"Okay, senior brother."

…

"Squeak...bang."

Feng Ming didn't move, looking straight at the closed door.

really.

"Squeak..."

The door was pushed open again, and a sweet smiling face squeezed in through the crack of the door.

"Senior brother, finish it early and go to bed early, otherwise I will come and watch you sleep at night."

Feng Ming waved his hand and said gently: "Okay, let's go out."

"Also, I took the elixir!"

"Well, I ate."

Feng Ming knows his junior sister's little temper. If he doesn't eat, he won't die together. It's true that you will never have peace!

"Okay!"

"Bang!"

This time, the junior sister really left.

"Huhu, the girl is gone, let's start doing business."

Feng Ming did not immediately go to see the "Magic Sword Gu Hong".

Point your five hearts toward the sky, close your mind and breath, and begin to sense your own spirit.

Ten breaths later, Feng Ming slowly opened his eyes.

"My spirit has indeed become much stronger!"

Well, it’s only about five times more!

"I really didn't expect that entering this chat group, even if I don't do anything, can improve my spirit."

"Just right!"

After confirming that his spirit had improved, Feng Ming picked up the "Gu Hong Sword" and began to examine it carefully.

"The blade of the sword cracked directly, and there was a magnetic reaction at the wound. It was indeed destroyed by the Antarctic magnet."

It is really unimaginable that someone would use his magic sword to touch the Antarctic magnet head-on.

It should be noted that the Antarctic magnet was brought by the headmaster himself from a special mountain peak on the edge of Nanfangbu Continent.

This kind of magnet is very scary.

Its internal magnetism can even directly destroy the foundation of a monk.

Only a human being can calmly face such a magnet.

"Sure enough, you have to be drunk to do such a thing."

"If you want to repair this fairy sword, you must first refine its magnetism."

This is the difficulty!

Of course, it has been more than 700 years since the development of Changchun Palace's Weapon Refining Hall, and it has already had professional methods in this area.

Feng Ming brought a special fairy stone and placed it where the sword was broken.

Soon, the Immortal Stone shone brightly, and then absorbed all the stone fragments from the Antarctic magnet.

These stone fragments are equivalent to viruses. If they are not removed, the next step cannot be carried out.

"The next step is to recast!"

In fact, recasting a broken sword is far more difficult than recasting a new magic sword.

However, Feng Ming is an extremely capable weapon refiner.

At least at his level, within the Changchun Palace, Feng Ming has enough confidence.

The spirit fire formation shone brightly, and powerful flames suddenly emerged.

Feng Ming carefully put the broken end of the Gu Hong Sword into the flames, waited for the joint to melt, then put in pig iron of the same material, and then started to join it.

With this process completed, the sword is finally put together.

Of course, in this process, you still need to do a very important step - shaping!

If it is a common method, it needs to be hit with a hammer.

But, we are Qigong practitioners!

Feng Ming directly used his own spirit to wrap the broken part of the sword blade.

"Junior Brother Qingshuzi is really good at picking his time. If he sends it before I enter the third realm, I won't be able to handle it."

"However, after the mental power is improved, it is really easy to perform it and it is very convenient."

Sure enough, improving strength is the primary productive force.

About half an hour later.

"call……"

Feng Ming exhaled a long breath and said: "Finally, it's done!"

Looking at it with his eyes, the sword body is perfectly integrated, even the lines are aligned.

Next step, cool down.

"Zi..."

This is water transported from the Cold Pond of the Earth's Vein, and the temperature is extremely low.

A lot of white smoke came out.

However, there is a special wind spirit formation in the weapon refining hall, and the white smoke quickly dispersed.

The light shines, and the newly completed Gu Hong Sword shines with mysterious light!

Feng Ming nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "In this way, you will get 3,200 spiritual coins."

As long as you start working on it, you can get 2,400 coins.

Now, the appearance splicing is completed, and an additional 800 is added.

"The next step is the power of the magic sword."

The reason why it is called a magic sword is because this sword is not only sharp, but also because of its additional functions.

Some magic swords have fire spirit formations on them.

The sword energy ripples, accompanied by blazing flames and divine fire, and its power is astonishing.

Some magic swords are engraved with ice magic circles.

Feng Mingzai looked at Gu Hongjian carefully, and then exclaimed: "It's awesome!"

"On this sword, there is actually a thunder formation engraved on it. Using this sword to kill monsters, the power can be increased by more than ten times."

"However, it is even more difficult to repair this situation."

For Changchun Palace disciples, the Five Elements Formation is relatively familiar.

Xuanmen also cultivates the thunder method, but because the thunder method is too overbearing, it is very difficult to engrave it on the magic sword.

"This sword must have been passed down to Qing Shuzi by one of his teachers."

If you are not a human being, you can’t even think of doing this!

"Fortunately, I am only repairing, not engraving..."

"Let me see, there are 84 formation patterns on this spiritual formation. It's amazing!"

Feng Ming once again concentrated his energy, immersed his thoughts, used his spirit to guide the formation patterns, and tried to repair them.

Time passes little by little.

The first spiritual pattern is repaired.

The second spiritual pattern is repaired.

The third way...

…

Finally, at the eleventh spiritual pattern, it got stuck!

"Why, even though my spiritual guidance is correct, the spiritual pattern cannot be completed?"

At this moment, Feng Ming no longer repaired it because of the 800 spiritual money, but became focused on it spontaneously.

Feng Ming's thoughts completely sank in.

"What's going on? What's going on? I can't figure it out!"

Just when Feng Ming was puzzled, a piece of news popped up in his mind.

【You have received a private message, do you want to check it now? 】

"Hmm? Is this a private chat from the chat group?"

"Anyway, I don't have any ideas now. Let's check the content of the private chat first, and then relax a bit. Shuishui Group is also a good choice."

…

Lingqiu didn't leave, but was in the yard outside the Weapon Refining Hall.

"Humph, we can't let other people disturb senior brother again!"

Yes, we must not let our seniors work overtime, it is too hard.

She turned her head and looked at the figure under the light, and an idea slipped out: "How about quietly taking a look at senior brother..."

After discussions with friends, I feel that most people take the bus to get off work at 8:00 in the morning and 18:00 in the evening.

This is originally a light-hearted novel. I hope everyone can relax and make some money by themselves.

Therefore, before it is put on the shelves, the publishing time is changed to 8:00 in the morning for one chapter and one at 18:00 in the evening.

As for the future, we will decide it later.

Thank you guys for your recommendation votes.

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