The Mad Cultivator

"This kid is quite arrogant. Is it obvious that he is looking for death?" A Western monk holding a black ax laughed wildly. In his eyes, Yan Shaofeng felt that he was not even a small shrimp in his eyes, but just an ant.

"The black ax in that guy's hand, it seems to be called the 'Shimmer Battle Axe', is also a medium black iron weapon, but it is far inferior to your black iron weapon!" Ming Wang said.

"It's really disrespectful to our natural disaster mercenary group, it's so ignorant of flattery, it makes me so angry!" The scar warrior suddenly shook the iron sword in his hand, and said in a hateful voice.

"Could you please send your wife home first? What's a wife? I just have this personality. If you don't agree with you, I will come up. If I don't beat you to death, I won't be named Yan!" Without handsome eyes, Yan Shaofeng suddenly bit his finger and dripped a drop of bright red blood on the black iron.

"Stupid, what is he doing, self-mutilation? Hey, boy, even if you self-harm, we won't forgive you, haha." The Scar Warrior was pissed off by Yan Shaofeng's actions.

"Apprentice, what are you singing about? Could it be the Blood Dropping Ritual? Can you let me tell you what you want? This is not a flying sword, this is a black iron weapon from the Western world. What is your Blood Dropping Ritual?" It's useless, a waste of blood, no wonder people laugh at you, I think it's ridiculous enough!" Yan Shaofeng's heart suddenly sounded the tragic voice of King Ming who wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Why, black iron can't be sacrificed with blood, why didn't you say it earlier!" Yan Shaofeng's face was full of black lines, he is a layman when it comes to cultivation, and he doesn't know much about many things, this is good, he did something ridiculous, Shame on the great motherland in front of Westerners. He really wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in.

But...suddenly...a strange thing happened, a strange spiritual force rushed into Yan Shaofeng's mind from the black iron sword body, Yan Shaofeng immediately felt a flesh and blood connection with this sword , as if he was the black iron tool, and the black iron tool was himself, and he could command it like an arm.

A ray of light shot out from the sword and entered his thoughts...

"Romantic Blood Blade! So this sword is called 'Romantic Blood Blade'!" Yan Shaofeng murmured, and suddenly communicated with King Ming with his spiritual thoughts: "Mr. Master, I would like to ask you a question..."

"Damn, when will the beasts learn to speak human language, it made my old man get goosebumps all over, please fart."

"Old man, let me ask you, does the black iron implement have the function of a flying sword?"

"This is the language used by animals. Congratulations, you are finally normal! As for the black iron, my master can answer you without any hesitation. It definitely does not have the function you mentioned, because its material and Dongfang’s material is different, and it doesn’t have a large array of spiritual energy to operate, so it will definitely not be able to fly.”

"That's easy to handle. If there is no big formation, the craftsman can engrave it on him, and it will be over."

"Just as simple as you said, the problem is that most of the materials used in Western equipment are meteorite iron from the sky and cold iron from the ground, while the materials used by Eastern craftsmen are produced in the realm of self-cultivation. 'Void Crystal Iron' and 'Xianling Lei Gang', 'Material God Tianling Copper' and 'Sky Crystal Big Dipper Gold' are made of four kinds of spiritual objects between heaven and earth.

These stones and metals are born with a certain aura, so after engraving the formation, they can become flying swords, which can be driven by the mind, but the western meteorites and cold irons do not feel this function. "Ming Wang said quickly, he saw that the five people had slowly walked over.

"That's wrong, but why do I feel that this romantic blood blade of black iron can actually fly with my heart, if you don't believe it, I'll give you a try."

With a flick of his finger on the black iron, a clear sound of dragon chant came out. Yan Shaofeng curled his lips, feeling a little dazed. What's going on? Could it be that this sword is a 'hybrid' of the Eastern and Western worlds, possessing both the characteristics of black iron and the essence of an oriental flying sword.

Having said that, this is not impossible, and this can just explain why its previous generation owner, and the high-ranking priest with a back point, failed to take out the fighting skills inside... ...Because only the oriental monks who know the profound energy will be able to connect with this sword and become one after dripping blood and offering sacrifices.

The previous generation owner of this sword must have had blood on the sword, but it is a pity that he did not cultivate the profound energy of the East, so he could not produce telepathy.

At this moment, a large amount of inexplicable information poured into his sea of ​​consciousness from the blade of the sword...

"I see, so that's what happened!" Yan Shaofeng touched his nose, nodded deeply, then raised his head, his dark eyes shot out sharp lights, and swept around him.

Only then did he realize that he had been surrounded by five shameless Western mercenaries.

"What's the matter with this kid, he must have been frightened stupid, why is he so dumbfounded, he didn't say a word!" said one of the Western soldiers.

Scar Warrior sneered and said, "If you're scared, hand over what's in your hands quickly, and then you can go, we will never beat you."

"I'm so scared!" Yan Shaofeng smiled softly, with sinister eyes.

Under the astonished eyes of the five mercenaries, Yan Shaofeng unceremoniously tossed the black iron into the air, and said with a sneer, "Let you see the power of the combination of things, old hats, you know nothing!"

"What is this kid going to do? It's really strange how the black iron object doesn't fall while floating in the air."

"No, the black iron tool is spinning desperately in the air like a drill, and the force is getting stronger and stronger, stirring up the surrounding air into a huge vortex. I feel my body is being pulled by that suction force. It means that the center of the vortex seems to lead to another space."

"This seems to be a fighting skill. I seem to have seen it in an ancient book, and you see, there is a dense layer of purple electric current wrapped in the air vortex. This is very similar to the great "magician Siri" Wen' favorite magic to use when he was young, Electroshock. My God, what's going on."

"You five greedy rookie idiots, with only a little bit of skill, you come out to rob like others, and today I will let you eat what you have!"

Yan Shaofeng gave a sinister laugh, and suddenly a mouthful of blood sprayed into the air vortex. The blood and vortex mixed together, producing a huge damage force, and swept towards the five people.