Saying this, He Mao rolled up his sleeves, straightened his throat again, and jumped up in front of Cheng Xiaoxi, I don't know what he danced, anyway, his movements were very weird, not like the dance of the human race, and even he sang "chirping and wow".

Cheng Xiaoxi had never heard of it, let alone seen it, he didn't dare to ask, for fear of interrupting this strange ceremony, anyway, he was holding back a smile and endured it was really hard.

After a long while, He Mao finally finished the ceremony, he folded his hands, closed his eyes and said something silently, Cheng Xiaoxi couldn't hear clearly, and he probably couldn't understand what the senior brother was crazy after hearing clearly.

In front of the iron bucket, senior brother He Mao stood straight, his fat face was full of seriousness, and suddenly he asked, "Why are you still stunned?"

Cheng Xiaoxi is a little confused, isn't it that you have to finish the ceremony first?

"What's wrong?"

He Mao pretended to be annoyed, glared at his junior brother and said, "Don't take out the spirit weapon quickly!"

"Uh......" Cheng Xiaoxi was confused, "Senior brother, are you asking me to pick it up?"

He Mao slapped his junior brother on the shoulder, and pointed to the iron bucket with the other and said, "If you don't take it, I'll take it, this iron bucket has been burned for more than ten days, do you want to burn me to death?"

Cheng Xiaoxi released a stream of spiritual power, and then drove this spiritual power to tie up the iron bucket, and then gently pulled it to the side, and the black iron bucket immediately fell to the ground with a "clang", and the contents also popped out.

What caught Cheng Xiaoxi's eye was an extremely wide sword, and if it hadn't retained some of the characteristics of a sword, Cheng Xiaoxi would have even thought it was a door panel. Besides, this sword is really amazing, the sword body is about two feet wide, its length is also four or five feet, and the whole body is deep black, which is one size bigger than Shangguan Li's "Qingjue".

Cheng Xiaoxi was a little shocked, but also a little speechless, such a weapon, can the human race wield?

"Senior brother, this is the spiritual weapon you refined?"

He Mao saw that his junior brother was standing still stupidly, and hurriedly reminded: "Are you stupid, hurry up and go to the sword to complete the final sacrifice!"

Listening to the words of the senior brother, Cheng Xiaoxi half-believed and wrapped the spiritual power with his divine sense, and then sent it to the sword body, which is strange to say, since Cheng Xiaoxi's spiritual power entered the sword body, the color of this sword quickly turned from black to red, and a strong momentum rose in it, as if this sword was really a spiritual weapon!

He Mao didn't speak, because Cheng Xiaoxi didn't dare to stop, and one after another spiritual power was continuously sent into the sword body, until half a moment later, there was a "bell" sound inside the sword, and Cheng Xiaoxi suddenly felt that the spiritual power that had been sent into the sword body before was disconnected from him, and the follow-up spiritual power could not be sent into the sword body again, and there seemed to be a repulsive force in it.

"Senior brother, you can't really refine a spiritual weapon!"

He Mao laughed strangely, and then said coldly: "Do you think Senior Brother, I am full of food and am teaseing you?"

The spirit weapon was born, the sky would give birth to a vision, and the sky above Feng Yaju turned into a blood red in a blink of an eye, with a thunderclap on a sunny day, the clouds and mist in the sky were like being pulled, constantly converging towards the center, and finally forming a red cloud like this big sword above the sky, which looked particularly shocking, but with a trace of inexplicable weirdness.

Cheng Xiaoxi was shocked, this senior brother who didn't have any cultivation at all was really as he said, refining the supreme spirit weapon that only the strong people of the Heavenly Realm could cast, and the sky vision was still in front of him, and he couldn't afford to have the slightest doubt, this scene was the same as what was said in the book, what else could this big sword be if it wasn't a spiritual weapon!

"Okay, okay, don't look at me like this, just this sword has exhausted all the collections of my Wanze Realm, I don't know how many divine mines and strange stones have been used, if you can't make a spiritual weapon like this, then it's incredible!"

He Mao couldn't stand Cheng Xiaoxi's strange eyes, there were suspicions, scrutiny, and a trace of imperceptible admiration, of course, he only saw the first two.

This spiritual weapon was exercised by him after spending countless treasures, and during this time, a variety of techniques were used to gradually fuse these treasures, and it was not an accident to get this result, but it was a matter of course, you must know that with so many divine ore and strange things, even a pile can also pile up a spiritual weapon, if he is willing to hand over so many materials to a forging master, I am afraid it is not impossible to create ten spiritual weapons.

But he, He Mao, is a very ordinary person, so even if he spent a lot of effort and read countless classics, in the end, he only refined this only spirit soldier. But he was content, because this was the result he wanted, and he planned to wait until the spirit soldier was born, so he cheekily begged Wang Yue's old man to come to the spirit, who would have thought that the junior brother happened to come to southern Xinjiang so coincidentally.

The spirit sword continued to flicker with brilliance, as if there was life in it, the vision in the sky gradually dissipated, Cheng Xiaoxi was still standing stupidly looking at his feet, He Mao pushed him, his fat face stretched out, but he said with a smile: "Don't look at it anymore, this is for you, why don't you pick it up quickly." ”

With this spirit soldier by his side, Cheng Xiaoxi still needed to carry the three ordinary iron weapons on his back, he untied the belt that bound the iron weapons on his chest, and then threw it to the ground next to him along with the three iron weapons on his back, and then squatted on the ground very gently, and his hands reached the red spirit soldier that had been lying on the ground like caressing a lover.

I heard my brother's voice in my ears.

"Come up with a name!"

Yes, I really want to give it a name, Cheng Xiaoxi's hand slowly stroked the sword body, and then he closed his eyes, and a red sword in his mind rode up the wind and pierced through the sky.

After a moment, he softly said two words: "Red Lian!"

Red represents its color, and refining represents everything that the senior brother has done for him.

He Mao was very satisfied, he looked at the brilliant "Red Lian" lying on the ground, couldn't help nodding again and again, and said: "Good name, junior brother, your four-year book is not in vain, it is indeed more connotative than senior brother, I thought you were going to take a red board." ”

After getting the spiritual weapon, Cheng Xiaoxi didn't mention how happy he was in his heart, he did love this spiritual weapon very much, but he valued his brother's deep friendship with him even more, this is a unique thing in the world, and it is also something worthy of his life to protect.

Chi Lian looked huge, Cheng Xiaoxi mustered up all his strength, grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and took a deep breath before he suddenly lifted it up. Unexpectedly, when this red refining was started, it was as light as nothing, but Cheng Xiaoxi was stumbled by his own movement, and He Mao saw his junior brother sitting on the ground with his red refining in his arms, which made him laugh "hahaha" next to him.

"Didn't I tell you, this red refining is made by this senior brother who spent countless divine mines and strange stones to refine, where is the ordinary iron tool comparable, there is a lot of wisdom in it, do you understand?

Cheng Xiaoxi sat on the ground, looked at Chi Lian in his arms and grinned, I don't know if he understood, anyway, he said there: "I understand, I understand, I understand......"

......

It was in this way that he became a trip to the southern frontier of Xiaoxi, not only did he see his loved ones and those familiar partners in the past, but he also gained a supreme spirit soldier with unparalleled power, where he was not satisfied, and even the smile on his face was much more.

At the same time, the letter bird fluttered its wings and flew high, crossed thousands of mountains and rivers, and finally arrived at the Xiling King City, and on top of the huge sacred tree, a pair of slender jade hands took the letter paper from its claws.

The owner of that hand is naturally Shangguan Li.

Southern Xinjiang is in turmoil, Wanze Realm is on the verge of collapse, the country is not a country, the people are not living, since this letter is signed by Cheng Xiaoxi, it is true, but Cheng Xiaoxi has another request in the letter, that is, she Xiling can take in the homeless Wanze Realm creatures.

This matter is not trivial, Shangguan Li can not make a decision alone, so he can only hand over the letter to the queen Yan for decision, so in the palace, above the dragon hall, the queen Yan and the lord Shangguan Xian and the princess Shangguan Li launched the first round of discussions, and the final result was that Shangguan Xian and Shangguan Li's father and daughter nodded, but the queen Yan sternly refused.

She didn't take into account the relationship between Shangguan Li and Cheng Xiaoxi, but took a more long-term view, because she only has a thousand mountains in Xiling, and these thousand mountains only belong to Xiling.

The creatures of the Wanze realm need to survive, and the creatures of her Xiling also need to survive, if they really accept the hundreds of thousands of people in the Wanze realm, then the thousands of mountains of the Xiling will be crowded, where will the mountain gods believed in by the Xiling people have time to recover, under the continuous grabbing of the human race, I am afraid that these thousand mountains will eventually turn into pieces of death, and there will be no vitality at all!