The Ancient Vast Realm

Feng Xuan cursed in his heart when he saw this. The person in front of him was a master who forged war bows. How could he not have a suitable bow string in his hand? Seeing the other party acting like this, he naturally understood what the other party meant and said directly:

"I wonder if the dragon's tendon in the master's hand can be parted. The price is easy to talk about. I would be very grateful!"

When Xu Huaizi saw Feng Xuan acting like this, he coughed slightly and said:

"Ahem, Ninth Highness, don't be surprised. In fact, this Jiaolongjin is also an old friend who has been deposited here with me. He originally wanted to forge a war bow for use. However, this person has a very good relationship with me. Since His Highness is in urgent need of it, naturally it is You can sell it to His Highness first."

Hearing this, Feng Xuan rolled his eyes slightly inwardly, knowing that what the old man said must be half-truth and half-false, and should not be fully believed.

Xu Huaizi flipped his hand, and he took out a huge dragon tendon as thick as two people's arms and as bright as white jade and placed it in the hall. As soon as this huge dragon tendon appeared, it exuded heavy dragon power, attracting the wind. Xuan and others' attention.

I saw this dragon tendon hovering in the hall like a giant python, with a faint white halo on the surface of the dragon tendon.

Seeing the appearance of this dragon tendon, Feng Xuan raised his eyebrows and instantly noticed something. The pressure contained on this dragon tendon seemed to be stronger than the three-clawed red dragon tendon he had experienced before. The aura on Linlong's body was even stronger.

"This is the dragon tendon of a white water scale dragon. This beast has reached the peak of the late air control realm. The bow string used to make His Highness Ninth Prince's war bow is completely enough. In addition, His Highness's frost stone is The ice-type spiritual material goes perfectly with the dragon tendons of this water-type white water scale dragon!"

Xuhuaizi took a sip of tea and explained to Feng Xuan with a slight smile.

Although the dragon tendon looks extremely thick at this moment, in fact it will naturally shrink after being refined by the witch cultivators until it reaches a suitable level.

Feng Xuan reached out to touch this thick dragon tendon and pressed it slightly with his hand, but he felt it didn't move at all.

Feng Xuan increased his strength, and when he had used almost 70% of his strength, he saw that the surface of the dragon tendon was slightly dented. However, when he stopped his hand, the dented area immediately rebounded, showing extremely good toughness.

"Good stuff! Master, please give me a price."

Feng Xuan admired sincerely, looked directly at Xu Huaizi and said lightly.

"Since it is His Highness Ninth Prince, then this dragon tendon will count His Highness's 2,000 contribution points. As for the refining fee, His Highness's 4,000 contribution points will be charged. The auxiliary requirements for some spiritual materials during the refining process are I have to bear it myself, and it would be troublesome for Your Highness to collect it."

Xu Huaizi raised his hand to put away the dragon tendons on the ground, and after thinking for a moment, he quoted the price.

Although the price does not seem to be cheaper because of Feng Xuan, Feng Xuan understands that the other party has taken care of him because of his status as the Ninth Palace Prince.

You must know that he only gave it the main material of the war bow. According to his understanding during this period, the dragon tendon alone is probably worth no less than two thousand to three thousand contribution points.

As for the rest of the spiritual materials used to assist in refining, there are also an extremely large number of them. It would be troublesome and expensive for him to collect them by himself. However, the other party actually exempted him from them. This is not a small favor. .

"Then Feng Xuan would like to thank Master Xuhuai!"

Feng Xuan cupped his fists slightly and smiled.

Xu Huaizi waved his hand to indicate to Feng Xuan that he was not polite and said hesitantly: "Your Highness, Ninth Prince, although I can confidently refine a Yunling-level war bow, the number of spiritual patterns in the war bow itself may not be too high. Your Highness still needs to cultivate it on your own in the future.”

Feng Xuan understood what the other party meant.

Although spiritual weapons are divided into spiritual pattern-level warriors and Yunhun-level warriors, it does not mean that Yunhun-level warriors are necessarily more powerful than spiritual pattern-level warriors.

The accumulated soul is just a form of the combat soldier, which is like giving the combat soldier a real soul. As for the spirit pattern, it is the proof of whether the combat soldier is strong enough.

For example, if it is also a first-line level warrior, if it is a Yunhun-level combat soldier, even if it has only one spiritual pattern, it can exert a power close to the fourth-line level in the hands of a martial artist. This is the difference between spiritual soldiers having souls and soulless souls.

For example, some spiritual materials, although extremely powerful and hard in themselves, can become eighth or even ninth-level spiritual weapons once forged, but they cannot contain the soul of a weapon.

Even if it can reach the level of nine lines, it is not as popular as a Yunhun-level spiritual weapon with five lines. You must know that a Yunhun-level spiritual weapon can slowly grow with its owner, as long as it experiences enough battles or devouring. With enough spiritual materials from heaven and earth, and even enough opportunities, it is somewhat possible to transform into a holy weapon.

"Master just forges. No matter how many spiritual patterns you have, you can accept it."

Feng Xuan didn't care either. As long as he could successfully forge a soul-enhancing weapon, a few spirit patterns didn't matter, as long as he cultivated it slowly in the future.

Seeing this, Xu Huaizi breathed a sigh of relief. He was afraid that Feng Xuan would ask him to forge this war bow directly into a high-grade spirit pattern war weapon. In that case, he would rather shun the commission than accept it. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of it. What, then asked:

"That's good. I'm relieved after His Highness Youjiu's words. I wonder if Your Highness has prepared the soul of the wild beast for this war bow?"

When forging a soul-accumulating level spiritual weapon, you can choose to directly cultivate the soul of the spiritual weapon itself or inject the soul of a wild beast into it and let it swallow the soul of the spiritual weapon, directly replacing the soul of the weapon with the soul of the wild beast.

There are pros and cons to these two methods. The soldier souls cultivated by the spirit soldiers at the beginning are naturally a little weak and cannot exert much power. However, the advantage is that they are easier to control and can cultivate tacit understanding and affection with their masters.

Although the soul of the wild beast directly injected can be extremely powerful and can even give the weapon some strange magical powers, such a weapon soul also has disadvantages. On the one hand, it is inconvenient to control and can easily devour its master, and its growth rate is actually poor. It is inferior to the weapon soul originally contained in the weapon, unless it is a beast soul that is extremely suitable.

Feng Xuan said directly without hesitation: "Wei Zeng, just cultivate the fighting archer soul."

As the two continued to talk about something in detail, Xu Huaizi measured Feng Xuan's height and arm length, recording everything carefully.

"Master Xuhuai, if this is the case, then it will be troublesome."

At the entrance of Xuhuai Cave, Feng Xuan said to Xuhuaizi with a smile and clasped his fists.

"Your Majesty Ninth Prince, walk slowly, don't forget to come and pick up the bow after one month!"

Xu Huaizi replied with a smile, and waited until Feng Xuan slowly walked away from the cave door before slowly closing it.

Looking at the door that was gradually closing, the originally smiling Xuhuaizi's expression relaxed a little, and he rubbed his cheek unnaturally.