In the dimly lit small room, Xuanyuan Xiao held the hilt of the sword, feeling like his own body, waving excitedly, and the five-colored beads in his body seemed to be celebrating, quite happy.

And the raccoon dog on the side opened his mouth to see it, his heart was relieved and nervous, but more frightened, looking at his big movements, he was afraid that he would be broken, and shouted with a complicated expression, "Don't play... Ay... Hey, be careful, don't fall, it's not done yet. Hey~ Sure enough, only you can use it, exaggerated~ You can play like this without refining, this sword handle is a collection of the weight of dozens of magic weapons, more than 70,000 catties, as if there is no weight in your hands. ”

Xuanyuan laughed, kept waving, and said happily, "More than 70,000 catties? No, I don't feel any weight, senior raccoon dog, when are you going to cast the sword body, can I watch it from the sidelines?"

At this time, he was extremely happy, admired Meng Raccoon very much, and his tone couldn't help but greet him, but his demeanor was still the same, playing "Scattered Thorns" that no one could hide in his previous life, and he didn't even look at him.

This kind of stabbing technique is the swordsmanship handed down from generation to generation, and the first generation of virtual is a master of swords, holding double swords, known as chopping void. With the progress of the times, hot weapons gradually appeared, and in the next two hundred years, except for the last virtual generation, everyone else was mainly based on hot weapons.

Time has passed, and the history of the killer has survived for thousands of years, spanning ten centuries. During this period, not only did the martial arts swordsmanship improve, but even the skills of using various hot weapons appeared. Under the modification of various generations of voids, the swordsmanship "Scattered Thorn" has been changed to be extremely sharp, there are no superfluous moves, and every move is just for killing.

And the last generation of void will naturally practice the scattered stabs to perfection, but for the lazy him, he has always been very uninterested in the weapon of the sword, which is not only heavy, but also difficult to hide. It wasn't until after his master's death that he took it upon himself to modify the stabbing technique and change it to a pure dagger form.

Although a lot of very useful killer moves have been removed, the ones that remain are not weak at all. With a short dagger, as long as you shoot, it is decisive and direct, making people unguardable, and there is no way to guard against it. At this time, Xuanyuan Xiao was practicing stabbing and regaining the feeling of using a sword.

Meng Raccoon looked at him, took a big bite of the apple, and said disdainfully, "Hey... Monks rarely use swordsmanship, and even if you dance for hundreds of years, no one will fight you in close combat. Why are you still doing so hard, besides, I don't plan to refine the sword body, I can't cut fruit if I want to, what are you cool?"

"What? I don't practice the sword... Be... Do you want me to fight cockroaches?" Xuanyuan said in surprise.

"Zhanglang?" Meng Raccoon asked in misunderstanding, since there is no such species as cockroaches in this world, he snorted and looked disdainful, "It's up to you, you are not Zhanglang's opponent at all, he can blow you into ashes in one breath." ”

Xuanyuan smiled and said angrily, "Damn, do you need to be so direct?" sarcasm is sarcasm, how can you be so malicious and slanderous, saying that I am not even as good as a cockroach"

"Do you know what you're talking about? Zhang Lang was a genius disciple of the Demon Continent Shadow Wound Clan back then, I saw him before he was sealed, although he was still young at the time, but I heard Bai Mian say that he was the elder of the Shadow Wound Clan Protector Clan ten thousand years ago, if he had the ability to live and not die, although his cultivation was small at this time, he would also enter the void period. You take an egg and fight him, you can't do it yourself. ”

Xuanyuan smiled and realized that Meng Raccoon had misunderstood what he meant, so he shifted and said, "Then why do you only make sword hilts and not refine sword bodies?

Meng Raccoon shook his head and sighed, "Hey... I'm ashamed, it's not that I don't want to refine his sword body, it's that I don't understand. I started forging it half a year ago, but since then it has remodeled itself, and now it is long beyond the scope of my knowledge, and I can only be sure that it will be refined into a finished product. As for the sword body, with my talent, it is far from being formulated for it, and except for the sword spirit of the essence, there is no one in this world who is qualified to combine with him. ”

"Isn't the hilt of this sword forever only used to knock people?

Meng Raccoon glanced at him, and said proudly, "Ignorance, don't underestimate this sword hilt, it can't even be called a half-finished product, but it already has special skills." As long as you and the other party's level don't insert too much, there is basically no formation that can trap you, as long as you hold it, hit the formation with the head of the sword, it is unbreakable, it's god~ Haha! If I continue to practice, it will be finished after a hundred years, and I can kill a piece of people just by smashing it. ”

Xuanyuan smiled and looked at the golden and bronze hilt in his hand in surprise, and his heart was very excited. You must know that if you want to destroy the formation, you can only destroy the formation eye before you can get out. And the meaning of the raccoon dog is that as long as you have this sword hilt in your hand, you can directly blast a big hole in the formation and escape.

Although the magic weapons that can break the formation are ordinary in the outside world, it can even be said that there are many such magic weapons. But all of them can only break low-level formations with high-level magic weapons, and I have never heard of any formation that can be broken as long as the cultivation is not too bad.

It is also because of this that Meng Raccoon concluded that this sword hilt was the most successful magic weapon in his life.

"It's... How did you do it?, do you have a teaching of refining techniques?" Xuanyuan asked excitedly.

Meng Raccoon smiled awkwardly, "Hmm... There is a teaching, there is a teaching, and I have also practiced a lot of formation-breaking magic weapons. At first, I only carved my most powerful Formation Breaking Dao pattern on the head of this sword, but then he refined it himself, so that the dense pattern appeared on the hilt, and even I couldn't understand the meaning of it. I only know that the evolved Formation Breaking Dao Pattern is even more powerful than I imagined. ”

"Cut~ Everything is refined by himself, so what did you do?" Xuanyuan looked at him expressionlessly, chewing his saliva vaguely, with an expression of extreme contempt.

"Oh, what kind of attitude are you, if I hadn't paid it, it would just be more than seventy pieces of" Meng Raccoon was so sarcastic by him, displeased in his heart, and spoke.

"Don't mention those magic weapons to me, I get angry when I think of them, those magic weapons can at least cut fruits, be used as knives and forks, and have so many functions. The hilt of your sword, even scratching me is too short" Xuanyuan laughed angrily and complained, his teeth grinding, making a "magnetic" sound.

If the ancestors of the Five Elements Sect heard this, it would be strange if they didn't smoke him for the first time, such a big rebellion, insulting the magic weapon that accompanied the ancestors to the end, this kind of thing should be said by a disciple.

But at this time, the most angry person is the raccoon dog, although he has the consciousness of turning into a void, he can cultivate to the spring of talent. He had to work hard to disassemble dozens of magic weapons, and he had to refine and forge them before his spiritual power began to dissipate. With his current strength, it was already quite hard to do these things, but he didn't expect his efforts to be said to be worthless by the stinky boy in front of him.

He had a cramping pain in his stomach, and he forcibly swallowed a mouthful of blood in his throat. This kind of wretched anger made him so angry that he had nothing to say, and he didn't want to continue talking to Xuanyuan Xiao at all, if he was so entangled again, he would die here first if he didn't wait to break through.

He took out a small bottle and threw it at Xuanyuan Xiaoxiao, took a few deep breaths, and said weakly and slowly, "I've been talking to you for so long, my thoughts are all confused." There are twelve pills in this bottle, one a month, a total of one year's weight, you go and cultivate. ”

Xuanyuan Xiao opened the stopper with one hand, and immediately exuded a medicinal fragrance, and when he smelled it, he immediately remembered the red pill he swallowed for Luo Kongping in Huaxiang Town, and the taste was exactly the same, "This is ......"

Meng Raccoon didn't finish his speech at all, and immediately shouted, "Don't be wordy......" His roar caused a commotion from the outside world, and the monk was demented.

Xuanyuan smiled and frowned, scolded "neurosis" in his heart, and didn't dare to say more than half a word, swallowed a red pill, and sat cross-legged.