With the violent impact of the aura, although the appearance of the eight-sided Han Sword has not changed much, its fundamental quality is constantly climbing and climbing......

After throwing the last piece of spiritual material Beidou Jingshi into the forging furnace and letting the spiritual energy contained in it be completely absorbed by the eight-sided Han Sword, Zhou Xiaochuan, who had been concentrating on controlling the spiritual energy to impact the eight-sided Han Sword, suddenly opened his eyes. Immediately afterwards, he picked up the iron hammer in his left hand, clamped out the eight-sided Han sword that had been calcined to a red state at high temperature, and put it on the iron pier in front of him, and then raised his right hand holding the iron hammer, and began to hit the eight-sided Han sword rhythmically and rhythmically.

"Here we go!"

Just as the first metal impact sounded, everyone in the underground sword and weapon workshop, including Fan Jingming, was in high spirits.

"Elder Zhou's original, highly artistic and valuable hammer hammering method is about to appear again! Even if I can't learn Elder Zhou's magical alchemy technique, it's very good to learn this hammer technique......"

It was precisely because of such a thought that in this underground sword and weapon workshop, from the refining master like Fan Jingming to the apprentice who had just arrived, they all opened their eyes wide and held their breath, just staring at Zhou Xiaochuan. I want to memorize every movement of his life, even the details of the rhythm of breathing and ventilation, so that I can learn this powerful and powerful instrument percussion method.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaochuan has entered a mysterious realm. Everything around him was ignored and forgotten, and all his thoughts were placed on the eight-sided Han sword on the iron pier.

The hammer in Zhou Xiaochuan's hand kept swinging and falling.

The sound of 'Dangdang' converged into a song, and the gesture of swinging the hammer turned into a piece of calligraphy.

Unlike when refining the Zhenwu Jiuxiao stick, he only composed a song "General Order" and only wrote a "General Pei Post", Zhou Xiaochuan's 'dangdang' sound when he struck this eight-sided Han sword was actually composed into thirteen different tunes, and the posture of wielding the hammer was also transformed into thirteen different calligraphy styles.

When the tip of the sword is struck, the tune composed by the sound of 'dangdang' is fierce and exuding, exuding a chill. It's terrifying; The cursive writing written with a hammer is unrestrained and bold, revealing a sharp air that goes straight into the sky, which makes people dare not beat its edge.

When striking the ridge of the sword, the tune composed by the sound of 'dangdang' is peaceful. It gives people a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain and as vast as the sea; And the posture of wielding the hammer has also changed into a regular script written in a square circle, which is magnificent, and people can't help but trust it.

And when the blade is struck, the style of the melody and calligraphy changes again......

Then there are the sword tip, the sword stem, and the sword grid......

Thirteen different styles of tunes, thirteen different styles of calligraphy, on this eight-sided Han sword perfectly converged. Complement one another. Mutual root and mutual use, they actually get along very well, and there is no sense of disharmony.

Fan Jingming and others watched it with fascination and excitement.

This night was spent in the process of Zhou Xiaochuan constantly wielding the hammer in his hand.

In the early morning of the next day, when Zhou Xiaochuan swung his hammer and struck the eight-sided Han sword for a full 5,327 blows, he finally stopped this repetitive, almost mechanical action. threw away the iron hammer, and instead used the iron hammer to pick up the eight-sided Han sword that had been tempered thousands of times. Put it in the sink next to it filled with cold water.

The sound of 'snort', accompanied by the churning mist, announced the end of Zhou Xiaochuan's refining.

Although the eight-faced Han sword is still lying in the sink. But Zhou Xiaochuan, who is a refiner, already knows the final result.

After exhaling a mouthful of turbidity, Zhou Xiaochuan took out a small medicine bottle from his arms, poured a superb Huiyuan Da Huan Dan from it, threw it into his mouth and took it. ..., under the effect of the best Huiyuan Great Returning Pill, Zhou Xiaochuan's depleted spirit gradually began to recover.

After the time was almost up, Zhou Xiaochuan directly reached into the sink and took out the sword that had been tempered for thousands of years.

Looking at the sword in his hand, which seemed to be a new life, a satisfied smile appeared at the corner of Zhou Xiaochuan's mouth. After nodding, he said, "From today, this sword." It's called Sword Thirteen. ”

Sword Thirteen?

What a strange name.

Anyone who hears the name of this sword does not have such a thought in their minds.

"Brother Zhou, how many grades has this sword been refined?" Yuan Huanshan stepped forward and asked curiously. He knew that since Zhou Xiaochuan had given this sword a new name, it meant that it must have been successfully refined. It's just not clear to what level it has been refined. Of course. What made him curious was not just this question, there was another thing: "Sword Thirteen...... Brother Zhou, then why did you choose such a strange name? What's the special significance? ”

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled slightly and replied: "The name Sword Thirteen really has a special meaning, but I can't tell you for the time being." As for its current grade, it has reached the level of the sixth grade of the spirit weapon. ”

He looked down at the eyelid pattern on the spine of the sword, which had suddenly appeared in the process of his tempering. There is no doubt that it has something to do with the sword on him. It is precisely because of this eyelid pattern that in addition to the grade of this sword thirteen being upgraded to the sixth grade of the spirit weapon, it also has an additional ability to independently absorb the aura to nourish the self-improvement grade.

Although it is said that ordinary spiritual weapons above the fifth grade also have the function of absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and nourishing themselves, it is only a passive absorption, and it is far less effective than the effect of Sword Thirteen absorbing spiritual energy independently. Of course, if you want to say that the effect is the best, it is Zhou Xiaochuan's dragon nine son spirit weapons. Because they are no longer absorbing aura, they are devouring aura.

"Six-Rank Spirit Weapon?!" Yuan Huanshan gasped.

In the underground sword and weapon workshop, there was also an exclamation.

In the eyes of Fan Jingming and other refiners, Zhou Xiaochuan had previously refined the Qimei stick of the first grade of the spiritual weapon into the Zhenwu Jiuxiao stick of the fifth grade of the spiritual weapon, which was already quite shocking. Originally, they thought that it was Zhou Xiaochuan's extraordinary performance, and it was almost impossible to surpass. Unexpectedly, in just one night's effort, Zhou Xiaochuan broke this benchmark that was unlikely to be surpassed in their opinion, and refined the eight-sided Han sword of the first grade of the spiritual weapon into the thirteenth sword of the sixth grade of the spiritual weapon.

"A genius is a genius, I can't even imagine it if I wait for mortals to compare." A group of refiners and apprentices shook their heads and sighed, looking at Zhou Xiaochuan with admiration in their eyes.

After finding a suitable scabbard and inserting Sword Thirteen into it, Zhou Xiaochuan asked, "What time is it?" ”

Yuan Huanshan took out his mobile phone and looked at the time: "It's already ten o'clock in the morning, Brother Zhou, it took a whole night of refining this time." ”

"It's ten o'clock in the morning?" Zhou Xiaochuan raised his eyebrows: "I remember, today seems to be your second martial arts competition, right?" ”

"Oh, if you don't mention it, I almost forgot." Yuan Huanshan slapped his forehead, his face was full of anxiety: "The martial arts competition is definitely about to start, Brother Zhou, we have to rush over immediately." ”

"Let's go." Zhou Xiaochuan nodded, and walked to the simple and rugged elevator with Jian Thirteen and Yuan Huanshan: "I hope that I can see the big fish that swallowed the bait at the scene of the martial arts competition today." ”

Yuan Huanshan and the others didn't understand Zhou Xiaochuan's last sentence, but the old turtle knew the meaning very well, and hummed back: "Don't you worry about swallowing the bait, it's not the big fish you imagined?" ..., Zhou Xiaochuan smiled faintly and said in a voice that only the old turtle could hear: "Worried? What is there to worry about? Regardless of whether the person who swallowed the bait was the big fish or not, I made more than 100 million. This transaction is not a loss no matter how it is calculated. ”

Compared with Zhou Xiaochuan's open-mindedness, or it doesn't matter, the old turtle is very apprehensive at this moment: "If the bait is not the big fish we think, wouldn't my carefully designed fishing hook be useless?" ”

Zhou Xiaochuan shrugged his shoulders and did not continue the topic with the old turtle.

After leaving the Jiuxing Machinery Factory, Yuan Huanshan had to drive directly to the scene of the Beijing martial arts competition. However, Zhou Xiaochuan asked to go back to the villa first.

After returning to the villa, Zhou Xiaochuan asked the Flame Blood Spider and Sparrowhawk Fighting Beast and the Nine-Headed War Beast to leave behind to protect Xiao Hei and three Dragon Nine Son Spirit Weapons that were not easy to carry, and he brought Sand and Black Boy to the scene of the martial arts competition.

Sitting in the car to the scene of the martial arts competition, Shazi looked very excited, and said while holding his paws: "Master, has your conscience found out, and you are willing to take me to the martial arts conference to make trouble." What's the matter, do you want me to help you fight and beat people? ”

Zhou Xiaochuan couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Hey, hey, when did you become so violent?" I'm bringing you this time, not to let you fight and beat people, but to let you investigate some things for me. ”

The old turtle and the black boy glanced at each other, and both wailed in their hearts: "Master, don't you know that Her Majesty the Queen will occasionally behave a little more well-behaved in front of you and Li Yuhan." In front of us bitter guys, we have always been full of violent tendencies. ”

"Investigation? Sounds like a lot of fun. Okay, I'll do this next. From now on, I'm Sherlock Holmes! "Not to mention, the appearance of the sand with its little paws is really a bit like Sherlock Holmes in the cat holding a pipe. However, its next sentence made Zhou Xiaochuan almost burst out laughing: "Since I am Sherlock Holmes, then you are my Yuanfang." Yuan Fang, what do you think of the task assigned to us by the master? ”

(My son has been uncomfortable all day, and Xiao Wu has no heart code words this day.) As a parent, you know that it is not easy to take care of children, and only then do you know the greatness of parents. May all parents in the world live a long and healthy life. (To be continued)