The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng went to Mo Wenyuan to explain the situation, and the group returned to the sect one day late.

The next morning, Xuan Yue, who had not shown up for a day and a night, finally showed up, and Lu Wenxing brought her here personally.

She carried a sword and a simple bag on her back, and walked behind Lu Wenxing with a reluctant look on her face.

Except for Lu Wenxing, most people in Taohua Village came to see them off, which was completely different from the treatment of Mingjian Villa and Gongsun Chao when they left.

Yes, after Peng Hongfang was defeated by Mo Wenyuan the day before yesterday, the group left Taohuayuan that day without informing anyone.

Neither Lu Wenxing nor Qin Feng mentioned what happened that night. After everyone arrived, the former said to Qin Feng: "Ayue is in your hands. She has been spoiled since she was a child. Please bear with her, but don't be too lenient with her. This girl should control her temper."

"Grandma!" Xuanyue was already very unhappy, and when she heard her grandmother "slandering" her like this, she pouted and said coquettishly: "Who needs his care? I can do it myself!"

Lu Wenxing tilted his head slightly: "Ayue, don't forget what you promised me. After you go out, you will follow Qin Feng. If you go down the mountain without permission, I will immediately have someone take you back to Taohuayuan. It will be difficult for you to go out again."

After finally getting the opportunity to go down the mountain, Xuanyue could only obey obediently even if she was not happy: "I know..."

Having said that, she still glanced at Qin Feng unhappily.

Qin Feng didn't care about her attitude. He had always promised Lu Wenxing: "Don't worry, senior. I will try my best to live up to your trust."

Everyone thought he was talking about taking good care of Xuanyue. As for the real agreement between him and Lu Wenxing, they both knew it.

"I feel relieved when you say that." Lu Wenxing smiled.

It was almost time to leave. Donggong Ya stretched her neck and looked around: "No, why hasn't Lao Nan come yet?"

Early this morning, Nan Hexuan left the yard and rushed to the blacksmith shop of Lao Dingtou.

He said he was going to get the sword, but he hasn't come back yet.

Gongsun Miao and Donggong Ya were nervous for him, fearing that he would be disappointed again this time.

"Could it be that... Senior Ding couldn't transform the goshawk either?" Donggong Ya's eyes flashed with disappointment: "Why don't I go find him."

Hearing this, Qin Feng also had some concerns. Logically, if it succeeded, Nan Hexuan should have returned with the sword by now.

Did it really fail?

"Okay, I'll go with you."

Qin Feng nodded, and was about to go find Nan Hexuan with Donggong Ya, when he saw two figures walking down the path ahead.

"I say, you juniors, your words are really more unpleasant than the other. I'm just a step late, and you're slandering my reputation like this?"

Looking up, he saw Old Ding and Nan Hexuan walking together.

Nan Hexuan was holding a sword in his hand. It looked like the scabbard was recast, and the condition of the sword inside was unknown.

But judging from Nan Hexuan's expression, the matter should have been resolved.

"Old Nan!"

Donggong Ya ran towards Nan Hexuan first, and her eyes fell on the long sword in his hand at the first time. Her pretty face looked more nervous than Nan Hexuan himself: "What, what's the matter?"

Nan Hexuan was usually taciturn and very cold, and there was not much expression on his face at this moment.

However, after Donggong Ya finished asking, he looked down at the sword in his hand, and when he looked up again, a smile appeared on his lips: "Well, it's done."

Donggong Ya widened her eyes, ecstatic and undisguised: "In other words, you will never be controlled by this sword again?!"

"Well, really." Although Nan Hexuan's tone was flat, the smile on his lips did not seem fake.

Gongsun Miao also became excited at this time, and asked around Nan Hexuan: "So this means that you don't have to use your own blood to nourish this sword in the future?"

"Of course." Nan Hexuan nodded.

Donggong Ya was still worried: "Are you sure? What if..."

"Hey, little girl, you didn't take me, an old man, seriously when you said this. Even if you want to question me, you don't have to ask in front of me, right?"

Old Ding stood beside him with his arms behind his back and hunched over. He was unhappy when he heard Donggong Ya's words.

When the two saw Nan Hexuan coming over, they were anxious to ask Cang Ying and didn't notice Old Dingtou for a while.

Now that he realized what was happening, Dong Gongya quickly apologized: "I'm sorry, senior. I'm just worried. I don't mean anything else. After all, this sword has been passed down in the Nan family for many years. I'm afraid..."

Lu Wenxing also came over with people. The old woman smiled gently and kindly. When she spoke, she always made people full of conviction, as if her words didn't need to be questioned at all: "You can rest assured. If it doesn't work,, he won't follow. "

Seeing Lu Wenxing, Old Dingtou didn't restrain his carefree temperament at all, but his tone was not so impatient: "Humph, the high priest still understands me. But if you guys don't believe it, you can just ask this kid to pull it out and see, and you will know after a test. "

Qin Feng was also very curious and wanted to see what this evil sword looked like after being refined.

Before, every time he saw the goshawk unsheathed, he could feel the blood on the sword, which was the result of Nan Hexuan's blood.

At this time, Nan Hexuan nodded and pulled out the long sword. The original goshawk sword had been transformed.

The appearance alone did not change much, there was only a golden line running from the hilt to the tip of the sword.

The moment the long sword was unsheathed, you could see this golden line shining in the sun, and the gold inside seemed to be flowing, just like the lifeline of this long sword.

And when it was unsheathed Afterwards, Qin Feng did not feel the blood on the long sword. The sword edge was still sharp, but it was no longer aggressive and murderous.

The scabbard of the long sword was remade. There were no complicated carvings and inlays on it. There was only a golden bead inlaid near the hilt. The bead was not big, but when Qin Feng looked at it, he felt a familiar and unfamiliar power on it - divine power.

Seeing Qin Feng staring at the bead, Old Ding proudly twisted his beard: "You are still a good kid. This bead was tempered with the divine soil you gave me. One and a half pounds of divine soil was used to temper such a thumb-sized bead."

"This bead condenses the divine power infected by the statue, which can suppress the evil power of this sword itself."

"The evil sword spirit in this sword is also suppressed by the divine soil on the sword body. As long as it is used properly, it will not backfire on the sword master. "

In other words, from now on, Nan Hexuan no longer needs to feed the sword spirit with his own blood.

He will be the master of the goshawk, not its slave.