According to Jin Zhuo, this technique of absorbing the pure spirit qi of the divine soldier and optimizing it to other blades is called the "Soul Blood Refining Technique".

Combined with the information that Ding Qiqi had secretly detected, when she performed this technique, she felt that Jin Zhuo's surroundings were filled with a strong bloody aura.

The art of blood refining, the art of blood refining, does this evil art have to give blood to whom? Kill pigs?

What about "refining"?

What does it mean?

What is the meaning of the word "ghost"?

In fact, it is not difficult to force Jin Zhuo to speak, but he has to do it himself in the end, and it is impossible for him to refine the little red sword for himself.

Therefore, it is best to get the method from Xiao Tiantian, if you can't get it, you really have to give Jin Zhuo a means.

It doesn't matter if his old guy eats soft or hard, Jiajia is not there, and I have to be the wicked.

What is the harmonious society, the harmony between you and me, toasting without eating and drinking, really when I am a young master who is a good young man?

Hua Duxiu cleared his thoughts, his eyes condensed with powerful eyesight, and his jade hand stretched out the battle axe in front of him extremely slowly.

Quiet......

In the silence, a faint translucent aura poured out from the tomahawk.

Hua Duxiu looked at this process infinitely slowly, infinitely carefully, and stared closely at the pure spiritual qi to see how it was bred from the tomahawk and why it was attracted by his palm.

Obviously, it was a matter of breathlessness, but Young Master Hua saw this process extremely slowly, as if the clear spirit qi was solid, and he was doing exercises little by little, and it arrived in Hua Duxiu's hands.

A breath passed in a flash, and Hua Duxiu's right hand was wrapped with a warm breath, as if he had just come out of the hot spring after taking a bath.

Hua Duxiu frowned slightly.

Emma, don't you understand?

It was a strange and transient feeling that flashed, and this spiritual qi came out of the battle axe by itself, as for the principle?

I really don't understand......

Let's take it step by step, now let's try to study how the Pure Spirit Qi is attached to the little red sword.

Hua Duxiu's left hand moved, and the shiny little red sword disappeared, replaced by another ordinary little red sword.

His right hand slowly approached the little red sword, and the pure spirit qi floating on the palm of his hand seemed to be blown by the breeze, and it was like the nose of a puppy smelling the smell of meat, and it trembled towards the little red sword little by little.

Hua Duxiu watched this process infinitely, staring at the Qingling Qi and the little red sword with full attention, carefully savoring the special feeling coming from both hands.

Silk......

In another breath, all the pure spirit qi was sucked into the body of the little red sword, and the little red sword seemed to be reborn, warm and smooth, and the entire sword body exuded an indescribable beauty.

The process was very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, and the texture of the little red sword completely changed after obtaining the clear spirit qi.

Hua Duxiu scratched her head, this is too difficult to figure out, haven't you learned anything?

You swooped in and I didn't have time to savor the feeling, how do I learn?

But it would be wrong to say that there are no clues at all.

At least when he was precipitating the Pure Spirit Qi, he did have an indescribable special feeling, but this feeling came too quickly, and he had never experienced this feeling before, it was difficult to explain clearly, and it was difficult to analytically analyze.

The moment the Qing Ling Qi was transmitted into the little red sword, there was also a faint strange feeling in his left hand, which had never been experienced before, and it was difficult to explain clearly and analyze by analogy.

What to do?

I really want to ask someone, alas.

Hua Duxiu looked up at the sky, the black clouds in the sky were rolling, not to mention how cheerful they were, and they were like two clouds from the lifeless appearance just now.

It's as if you're watching a solo show.

Hua Duxiu gritted her teeth and said indignantly: "You pit bastard, if you want to teach, you will teach, if you don't teach, you won't teach, every time you ask you to learn something, you make all kinds of difficulties, but you have all kinds of seductions, I'm really angry!"

"If one day you gather all your friends and can transform you into a human form in the supernatural world, do you think I can spank you?"

Hua Duxiu was suddenly stunned, hey, if it can really be transformed at that time, what should Britney look like?

Seeing that she is willful and naughty, and she is so ruthless when she is black, could she be another Ding Qiqi?

One Qiqi is my blessing, and two Qiqi ...... I'm a little overwhelmed.

It was useless to complain, Hua Duxiu had no choice but to move his steps lightly and came to the third battle axe.

What can be done, I can only try again and again, and find it little by little.

Hua Duxiu put in strong patience, tried one by one, and tasted the bits and pieces of the process of precipitation and integration of the pure spirit qi over and over again, and time flew by unconsciously.

Hua Duxiu only takes a few breaths to try on average, which seems to be very fast, but in Hua Duxiu's eyes, the process is very slow.

With every attempt, he has to open his eyes to the fullest, and see the slightest movement as the slowest, only in this way can he capture the transient feeling in an instant.

That subtle feeling.

It seems that there are only a few glances, but in fact, this process greatly consumes Hua Duxiu's spiritual power.

After all, every time I concentrate on observing with my eyes, I experience it with the best insight, and I have to find the clues inside, and it is really not easy to find the clues that Hua Duxiu doesn't know what to look for.

Nearly a thousand battle axes, Young Master Hua tried one and took two steps, tried one and took two steps, and unconsciously tried more than half of it.

Behind him, five or six hundred matte battle axes hovered there, like soulless bodies.

In front of him, more than 300 cold tomahawks were spread out, like vigorous soldiers waiting for the general's review.

Hua Duxiu stood there, holding a battle axe in one hand and a little red sword in the other, feeling something with his eyes closed.

Unlike the hundreds of them before, the battle axe in his hand was still shining, but there was no clear spirit qi overflowing, while the small red sword in his other hand was sometimes shining and sometimes dim, I don't know what had changed.

Hua Duxiu just stood quietly, with her eyes closed, and time passed slowly.

The black clouds in the sky were still rolling slowly, and purple lightning flashed from time to time, but they were far away from the area where Hua Duxiu was.

Even the cool breeze blowing around him was much weaker, as if he was worried about disturbing the person who was meditating.

Suddenly, Hua Duxiu opened her eyes.

A pair of long, narrow and bright eyes.

In an instant, the dim battle axes behind him disappeared at the same time, and two hundred of the more than three hundred battle axes in front of him bloomed at the same time, and each battle axe overflowed with translucent spiritual qi, and then gathered into a huge mass of chaos and chaos, floating towards Hua Duxiu.

Hua Duxiu's arms were thrown away at the same time, and the battle axe and the little red sword in his hand swirled and flew towards the cloud of clear spirit qi in the air.

Dropped into it, and then, suspended in the breath of the clear spirit, did not move.

Silk......

The whole piece of clear spirit qi was like sea water encountering a whirlpool and quickly attached to the battle axe and the little red sword, Hua Duxiu reached out with both hands, and grasped it, this attachment process suddenly stopped, and his hands were loosened again, but the clear spirit qi on the two blades spewed out and precipitated into the air.

Hua Duxiu's face couldn't help but glow with a hint of joy, his hands were clenched fiercely again, and the aura of the clear spirit in the sky completely lost its warm and soft appearance, and quickly compressed and rotated like a violent wind, all pouring into the little red sword.

The little red sword nourished by the clear spirit qi of two hundred battle axes is simply like the most moist and exquisite jade in the world, the texture is so good, you don't need to touch it, you can know this extraordinary thing at a glance!

Even the whole body of the little red sword is a little translucent, like glass, and like amber, and the previous wooden stick is completely incomparable.

The difference between cloud and mud!

Hua Duxiu did not recall the little red sword, his fingers were lightly hooked, one finger, one stroke, the little red sword seemed to get some kind of signal, slightly adjusted the direction and immediately flew out like an arrow off the string, instantly piercing dozens of crystal battle axes in a straight line!

Hua Duxiu continued to slide his fingers, and the little red sword flew quickly in the battle axe array, and the remaining hundred battle axes that had not precipitated the spirit qi were all pierced by the little red sword.

It was just a small hole, pierced in an instant, but it didn't shatter or break the tomahawk at all.

Hua Duxiu's last finger hooked, and the little red sword flew back happily and landed firmly in Hua Duxiu's hands.

The corners of his mouth moved, and he smiled: "So that's what happened...... Ha, I'm really complicated with you, poke open a layer of window paper, and that's all this spell is about!"

Hua Duxiu's body moved, and the more than 300 battle axes in front of him, which were either intact or damaged, all disappeared.

The black clouds overhead rolled violently, and a thunderclap came, booming, as if a fierce tiger was roaring.

Hua Duxiu looked up to the sky and shouted: "Xiao Tiantian, you guy is still playing tricks, that's what ...... happened!"

"I see! I'll go back now, thank you!"

"Goodbye......!"

Hua Duxiu withdrew from the supernatural world, and when he came back, I don't know how long time had passed, anyway, Ding Qiqi didn't call him, and there was no sound outside.

No concept.

Hua Duxiu rubbed his sore old waist, put away the fragments of animal skins, got up and quietly walked outside.

The bonfire crackled and burned, Ding Qiqi and Jin Zhuo lay on their sides on the stone wall across the bonfire and fell asleep, the outside of the cave had already dimmed, and it seemed that it was already night.

Hua Duxiu couldn't help but be speechless, they fled into the Great Snow Mountain, and it was still afternoon when they found this cave, and it seemed that the time they had spent in the supernatural world was not short.

But fortunately, I have found the answer I wanted!

After thinking about it, for the time being, it was better not to disturb Ding Qiqi and Jin Zhuo, Hua Duxiu quietly retreated to the cave and flashed out, sat down cross-legged, and pulled out the little red sword and dragon scale sword from his waist.

Hua Duxiu muttered to himself while rubbing the little red sword: "Yazhuo, Yazhuo, I have found a way to refine you, don't worry, I will be able to cure you soon......"

After that, Hua Duxiu looked at the dragon scale sword.

This is a rare sword in the world, the four princes said that its raw material is a meteorite outside the sky, which is extremely rare, not to mention the offerings of several generations of Bai Yujing, the White Dragon Snow Mountain and the White Jade Valley are the places where the essence of heaven and earth gathers, this sword is simply a treasure that integrates the aura of heaven and earth.

It was really an accident that the four princes could give it to themselves.

However, as a sword, its mission has come to an end.

Its greater value now is as a raw material for the Little Red Sword to provide spiritual qi.

It's a shame to say.

It's like pouring the world's finest wine into the soil to raise a dog's tail grass.

It's a pity that it's not a pity, since it's been decided, then do it, it's not Hua Duxiu's character that hesitates.

He calmed down, and according to the method he had mastered in the supernatural world, his right hand lightly pressed on the dragon scale sword.

Pure spirit, come out!