This second artifact of the King's Soldier Rank, I would rather not regret refining a King's Sword, the sword name Meteor.

The reason why it was named Meteor was because Ning Buregret that the main material for refining the Sword of Kings this time was a huge piece of meteoric iron.

Whew.

The earth is on fire.

Ning Buregret then put the refining materials into the refining furnace and threw them one by one, relying on his powerful soul power to melt the materials inside little by little.

Then, it slowly takes shape, and gradually, condenses into a sword embryo.

Different from the refining of the Soul Disturbing Surface, the refining of the Soul Disturbing Surface, Ning Buregret only took one day to complete.

However, with this Meteor Sword, it took Ning Buregret that it took five days to melt the main material into a flowing liquid as red as molten iron.

It took another two days to pinch the liquid into a rough embryo of a sword.

Seven days, just to condense a sword embryo.

"The sword embryo is ready, now it's time to make it sharper and more flexible. ”

With a soft muttering in his heart, he would not regret it and put some refining materials on the side into the refining furnace with his vitality.

Among them, there were the oracle bones of demon beasts, and some wood and stone, no matter what was put into it by Ning Buregret.

These materials slowly melted under the burning of the Eight Rank Earth Fire, merging into the rough reddish sword embryo.

In the blink of an eye, another seven days have passed.

In the past seven days, the material next to the refining furnace has been decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

However, all the materials that could increase the toughness, sharpness, and defensive properties of the artifact were all thrown into the refining furnace and integrated into the sword embryo.

The short, thin sword embryo, which was originally just like a small needle, slowly grew larger.

would rather not regret the whole person, but he has become a little skinny.

He didn't eat or drink for fourteen days, just to refine a king's sword, and he spent a lot of energy.

At this moment, he has reached the end of the mountain.

Although the Emperor Soul could withstand the large consumption of this soul power, his body in the Open Pulse Realm could no longer bear it.

Although the cultivation of martial artists can prolong life and strengthen the body, before reaching the martial spirit realm, they still cannot reach the realm of Bigu.

And Ning Buregret's current body is less than sixteen years old, and he has not eaten or drunk for fourteen days, and his body can't support it at all.

"There is still one last step left, and the blood is melted to make the sword intersect with his own breath, and it will be more handy. ”

Thinking of this, Ning Buregret bit it hard, bit his right index finger, and dripped nine drops of blood one after another towards the refining furnace.

Suddenly, the sword embryo, which was already red, became even more bright red.

Many of the materials that were originally only attached to the sword embryo were accelerated to merge into the sword embryo.

The sword embryo began to pass in the direction of the real sword.

Under the carving of Ning Buregret's soul power, a series of quaint patterns began to appear on the sword embryo.

At the same time, the edges were silver, and the grayish-black blade inside the edges was formed

It was followed by the golden hilt.

At this point, a sword embryo was completely turned into a king's sword by Ning Buregret.

Groan.

The moment the sword was formed, the earth-shattering sword roar sounded, and all the swords below the rank of the king's soldiers in the entire Star Picking Pavilion trembled.

Even the sword of the same rank as the king's soldier, the light on his body has dimmed, as if he has met the king, and he has to bow his head.

"Here comes the sword!"

Ning Buregret laughed hoarsely, the middle finger of the index finger of his right hand and the sword finger, and with a wave, the long sword of the King's Soldier grade in the refining furnace turned into a meteor and fell into the cold water basin on the side.

It was only at this time that Ning Buregret wiped the sweat on his head and smiled with satisfaction.

Half moon scene, two king's soldiers, enough.

"Goo-goo-goo. ”

Also at this time, Ning Buregret's stomach rang.

"Is King Ning Jiang hungry?"

Hearing the scream of Ning Buregret's stomach, Yang Qi, who was standing behind him, immediately asked.

In the past fourteen days, Yang Qi, like Ning Buregret, has never left the eighth floor of the Star Picking Pavilion.

He watched Ning Buregret refining the whole time, whether it was the refining technique or the powerful soul, Yang Qi was extremely shocked.

He finally determined one thing, this white-haired young man named Ning Buregret was a peerless demon.

is not only a silver-level high-grade alchemist, but also a craftsman king.

Moreover, judging from the quality of the swords and masks refined by Ning Buregret, Yang Qi knew that Ning Buregret was not only a craftsman king, but also a top-grade craftsman king, just like him.

So Yang Qi decided that no matter what, he must befriend Ning without regrets.

This kind of talent can not be met and cannot be offended, since he Yang Qi has met it, no matter how big the price is, he must make friends.

At this moment, don't be cheeky and ask for warmth, what's the matter if you call the craftsman king.

Hearing Yang Qi's tone that had obviously become respectful, Ning didn't regret it, how could he not know that this old man had changed his opinion of himself.

Smiling wryly, Ning Bu regretted nodding and said, "I'm indeed a little hungry." ”

On the 14th, he did not eat or drink, and was replaced by another fifteen-year-old boy, who was afraid that he was already unconscious from hunger and even died.

That is, he, who has the soul of an emperor, cultivates the ancient sword technique, and has a trapped dragon body, so he can barely hold on.

"King Ning Jiang wait a minute, the food will be ready soon, today I will be in the Star Picking Pavilion, treat King Ning Jiang well, congratulations to my Tang Kingdom, and there is one more King Craftsman." ”

Yang Qi laughed, his voice spread, and he ordered the refiners downstairs to prepare a meal and send it to the eighth floor.

After a while, two mortals walked up with awe-inspiring eyes, holding two large plates in both hands.

On the plate, there are some delicious fried demon beast meat, delicious spiritual rice, and a pot of fragrant and tempting kraken soup.

The two high-grade craftsman kings, one old and one young, moved their chopsticks on the highest floor of the Star Picking Pavilion.

"King Ning Jiang, this pot of kraken soup, but the big tonic soup made by the East China Sea demon beast that I squeezed from the East China Sea King's hand is really full of color, flavor, and flavor,"

"And this spiritual rice, which was just ripe a few days ago, is very fresh,"

"By the way, there are also these fried demon beast meats, but they are the most delicious snake crown meat on the Yan Snake, and I haven't eaten it for a long time. ”

Yang Qi introduced these delicacies to Ning Buregret, and at the same time gave Ning Buregret the dishes.

Ning Buregret glanced at Yang Qi with a smile: "King Yang Jiang, you have nothing to do, you are either a traitor or a thief, let's say, what is the matter with King Yang Jiang?"

Yang Qi smiled: "King Ning Jiang, I know that you are not an ordinary person, I just want that if I have any difficulties in picking up the Star Pavilion at that time, you can help us." ”

Immediately, he took out a noble black robe from the space ring and handed it to Ning Buregret.

Then, he continued: "This is the high-grade king's soldier grade magic robe refined by the old man himself, which can resist the full strength of the ordinary supreme nine blows, and it has been given to King Ning Jiang." ”