North of Huaishui, Du Yao is the most beautiful.

This is a well-known sentence in the upper class of Jiangbei, which shows not only Du Yao's beauty, but also her power.

As a disciple of the Du family, Du Yao does not know martial arts and does not understand instrumental techniques, but he has become the spokesperson of the Du family, which shows the dignity of his identity.

Ye Fan offended her, and he was undoubtedly killing himself.

Therefore, Yu Wenshou was frightened, for fear that Ye Fan would cause a big disaster.

However, where would Ye Fan care about these little things, he was too lazy to say anything, went back to the villa with Yuwen Shou, and then pondered the magic weapon he brought back alone.

He bought a total of three magic weapons, in addition to Fang Tian's halberd, there was also a sword and a bow.

Swords and bows are low-level magic weapons, and they cannot enter the eyes of cultivators. However, Ye Fan is not so arrogant, he can't refine weapons, and he has a thirsty spirit at the moment.

For the whole night, Ye Fan studied the magic weapon, but he didn't take a step.

When the day dawned, he groaned for a while and took his Shadow Bearing Sword.

The Chengying Sword is not a magic weapon, but it also has a long history, and more importantly, the material of the Chengying Sword is excellent, and even Fang Tian's painting halberd can't be compared.

"If the Shadow Sword turns into a magic weapon, the effect must be terrifying. I can't refine the tool for the time being, why don't I process the magic weapon? ”

Ye Fan had an idea, he thought of it, he did it, put the sword and bow on his legs, and then the palm of his hand lit up, and the true fire of samadhi jumped out.

"The instrument and the Dan have the same effect, I refine the momentum of the magic weapon, and bless it on the Chengying Sword, it should be feasible."

Ye Fan moved his hand, his expression extremely focused.

It was another whole day, and when it was dark, the sword and bow had turned into molten iron, and the weak yin souls inside had been refined by Ye Fan.

He is like an artist, carefully polishing the magic weapon, taking away the power of the magic weapon, and blessing it on his shadow sword, which is the crossing of the momentum.

The Samadhi True Fire first calcined two magic weapons, and then carefully wrapped the Chengying Sword to overcome it.

Samadhi True Fire became an intermediary, and under Ye Fan's control, the Chengying Sword was burned to iron red.

When Ye Fan withdrew his hand, bursts of white mist rose from the Chengying Sword, and then the cold light flickered, and it seemed to be several times sharper.

Ye Fan is quite satisfied, after all, he is not a real refining weapon, but a crossing weapon, and it is almost enough to be able to do this.

After that, he put away the Chengying Sword, rested for a while, and began to study Fang Tian's painting halberd.

It was inconvenient for there to be too many people in the painting boat before, but at this moment in the villa, Ye Fan was undisturbed, he completely let go of his divine sense, and a pair of invisible heavenly eyes were projected into the "world" of Fang Tian's painting halberd.

It's a small world, a broken world.

Because Fang Tian's halberd was broken, this world was also incomplete.

Ye Fan seemed to be wandering in the sky, falling into this small world, and found that there was a mysterious formation under his feet.

It was a formation engraved on Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the texture on it was dense, like a Kyushu river, flowing slowly.

Ye Fan walked slowly, jotted down these textures, and then slowly restored the cracked corner.

The more he recovered, the more frightened he became, and he felt that this formation was based on Huaxia Kyushu.

Dozens of huge dragon veins are intertwined, countless rivers crisscross the land, and the eyes of the array are not in the center, but in the "north".

The array eye sits in the north and faces south, and there is a tendency for geese to swoop.

Since ancient times, the north has been the place where the emperor opened the country, sitting in the north and looking at the south implies the general pattern of Feng Shui in Kyushu, and the formation of Fang Tian's halberd is also in line with this imperial pattern.

"How exquisite, there is such a formation, it can be said that this formation is engraved on the Fang Tian Painting Halberd, and the Fang Tian Painting Halberd can't carry this formation at all!"

Ye Fan withdrew his divine consciousness and withdrew from the small world.

His eyes glittered with gold, and his heart was on fire.

He had attached great importance to Fang Tian's painting halberd before, but at this moment, he disliked it in every way, because the emperor's spirit array was wasted by Fang Tian's painting halberd.

"I have to engrave this Emperor Spirit Array on the Shadow Sword, if it succeeds, the Shadow Sword will definitely leap to a level."

Ye Fan laughed and completely retracted.

At this time, Yu Wenshou came to knock on the door, he was a little anxious, and he was afraid to disturb Ye Fan.

Ye Fan asked him what he had done, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Mr. Ye, you are sober, I didn't dare to wake you up a few days ago." My father came back with good news of the artifact. ”

Ye Fan was stunned: "How many days have passed?" ”

"It's been four days, Mr. Ye, come down."

Unexpectedly, four days have passed, and the emperor's spirit array is extraordinary, so that the time has passed quietly, and Ye Fan has not noticed it.

He got up and threw Fang Tian's halberd to Yu Wenshou: "This is a good thing, you can use it for self-defense." ”

Fang Tian's halberd is no longer valuable, and it is difficult for Ye Fan to take it, so it is better to give it to Yuwen Shou.

Yuwenshou was overjoyed, he was actually greedy for magic weapons, this Fang Tianhua halberd smashed the Xuanwu shell with one sword, causing a sensation, it is impossible for Yuwenshou not to love it.

He hurriedly hugged it in his arms and thanked him for a while.

Ye Fan went downstairs and saw Yu Wenchang.

Yu Wenchang's face was full of joy, as if a pair of mustaches were about to fly.

"Mr. Ye, we are so lucky, a few days ago, there was lightning and thunder in Yandang Mountain, and there were ghost screams, and it has been determined that the magic weapon has been unearthed.

"I haven't seen anything like this in nearly a decade. The magic weapon of Yandang Mountain must be extraordinary, if we succeed, our strength will definitely skyrocket! ”

Yu Wenchang's eyebrows fluttered, as if the magic weapon had already arrived.

In fact, the vision of thunder and ghost roaring is not simple, and Yu Wenchang would never dare to go before.

But now that there is Ye Fan, Ye Fan's fire refining sky is too rebellious, Yu Wenchang is full of hope, looking forward to Ye Fan making a big bargain for him.

Ye Fan naturally wouldn't refuse, he didn't value the mundane magic weapon, he just wanted the things in the magic weapon, and after studying it thoroughly, he would throw it to others casually, and it would be in tune with Yu Wenchang.

"When are you leaving?"

Ye Fan asked, Yu Wenchang said tomorrow, and then said with a dry smile: "Mr. Ye, did you have a conflict with Du Yao?" ”

Ye Fan nodded, and Yu Wenchang couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Mr. Ye, we are weak, and I have no status in the family." Let's not provoke others, let's go to Yandang Mountain, there are many masters, and Miss Childe also has a lot, if you want to see the vision that happened once in ten years, we will be a passer-by, just touch a fish in troubled waters. ”

Yu Wenchang's idea is good, but it is very in line with Ye Fan's temperament.

Ye Fan smiled: "I'm naturally happy like this, if they don't provoke me, I'm a passerby." ”

Yu Wenchang sighed, he didn't understand what Ye Fan meant, Ye Fan could be a passerby, provided that others didn't mess with him.

But he, a Jiangnan native, wants to snatch the magic weapon of Jiangbei, how can he not cause trouble?

"Mr. Ye only needs to find the device, and I will deal with the rest of the trouble, you try to bear with it."

Yu Wenchang finally reminded that there was a meaning of letting Ye Fan endure it.

Ye Fan smiled and said nothing, this Yu Wenchang valued his own samadhi fire, but he didn't feel that his strength could turn the sky upside down in Jiangbei, so he was worried.

Ye Fan also acquiesced, and was generally too lazy to do it.

Jinling Huaishui, on a delicate painting boat, two stunning women stand on the bow of the boat holding hands, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the Huai River.

One of them raised his hand and pulled his hair, and a string of Buddhist beads shook lightly on his wrist, making a sound like jade beads.

She is none other than Du Yao.

The woman next to Du Yao glanced at the Buddha beads with a smile, and then put her chin on her shoulder, chuckling like a peach blossom blooming.

"Yaoyao, I heard that a Jiangnan kid said that there was a problem with the Buddhist beads I sent, are you afraid that your sister will harm you?"

The woman who spoke was about the same age as Du Yao, and she also had long hair, wore clothes of the same style, and had a string of Buddhist beads on her wrist.

She is also extremely beautiful, with the appearance of a national color and natural fragrance, and her smile is like a hibiscus out of water, which is only half a point inferior to a vanilla beauty like Du Yao.

If there are outsiders present, they will definitely be amazed by it, and then exclaim: Du Lan.

Du Lan, Miss Neimen of the Du family, a master of martial arts, is a famous heroine in Jiangbei, and is known as Shuangshu in Jiangbei along with Du Yao.

"Sister, don't mention that kid, I'm angry, next time I find an opportunity, I have to clean him up!"

Du Yao complained, her neck shrunk, and she couldn't stand Du Lan's breathing.

Du Lan smiled like a flower, and looked at Du Yao's side face with his eyes stupid.

"He's right, my sister wants to hurt you, wants to eat you, and swallows you in her stomach."

Du Lan deliberately frightened and hugged Du Yao's body with both hands.

Du Yao was afraid of itching, and kept laughing: "Sister let go, it's itchy to death." ”

The corners of Du Lan's mouth curled, his smile was gentle, but his eyes were as deep as the sea, revealing a morbid infatuation.