"Lord Yang Yifeng, fortunately, the swords of your two apprentices have been smelted. ”

At this moment, Master Jinquan walked out of the inner hall and handed the smelted sword to Changsun Xue and Leng Ling'er in high spirits.

Leng Ling'er and Eldest Sun Xue looked at it carefully.

I found that the shape of my sword was not much different from before, but the surface of the blade where the cold light emerged, there were a few more lines like mercury.

This pattern is like a waterline in the water, flowing with the swing of the blade of the sword, and it shimmers with a lustrous luster.

"These two swords, the grade of these swords has now been upgraded to the category of four-star mystical weapons, and they are inlaid with wind spirit and ruyi refined iron ore, which can not only fly with the sword, but also be as good as it gets. ”

Master Jinquan stroked a few strands of long beard on his chin and said proudly.

"What?

Leng Ling'er and Eldest Sun Xue faced each other.

"You can change the size at will, you drip the essence blood into the blade of the sword, and try it with your mind. ”

Yang Yi explained.

Hearing this, Leng Ling'er and Changsun Xue hurriedly bit their fingers and each dropped a drop of essence blood into the sword.

And with it!

A feeling of heart-to-heart communication was conveyed, which made the two girls can't help but drink coquettishly.

"Big Big ......"

An incredible scene has appeared!

I saw that the weapon, which was originally a few inches long, became larger and longer at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally reached more than a foot wide and more than a zhang long.

"The size is as good as it gets, it's amazing!"

Feng Baobao's father and daughter, Murong Huang, Bai Pianpian and others were all envious in their eyes.

"Tiny ......"

Leng Ling'er and Eldest Sun Xue were very happy.

With the shouts of the two women, each other's giant swords, as wide as the door panels, quickly shrank and shrunk into chopsticks.

"Up!"

The two swords brought up a wonderful arc, suspended at a height of more than two meters and remained motionless.

Changsun Xue and Leng Ling'er each jumped up, using their hearts to communicate with the sword body, as if stepping on a tangram, flying in a small room.

Bang bang bang, ding ding!

Because the first time they controlled the flying sword, they were very immature, and for a while, the two girls were like headless flies, stumbling in the small room.

"Okay, put away your swords, if you continue to frolic around, this refining guild will have to be dismantled by you. ”

Yang Yi scolded with a smile.

The two girls were embarrassed to spit out their tongues and gave up.

"By the way, Master Jinquan, you inlaid the wind spirit stone and the ruyi stone for the two swords, and you expect that the phone bill will be huge, I don't know how to calculate this reward?"

Yang Yi asked.

"Hehe, the peak master said with a smile, after refining the few weapons you gave before, there is still the remaining essence, which is enough to offset the reward. ”

Master Jinquan said meaningfully: "Besides, it is rare for the old man to have the opportunity to know you like a year-old friend, so why bother?"

"Haha, thank you for that. ”

Yang Yi also likes to deal with smart people.

"President, that Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui, with a group of disciples of the Du'e Gate and the Ghost Shadow Gate, are still hovering at the door of the Refining Guild and refusing to leave, as if they want to take revenge on Lord Yang Yifeng. ”

At this moment, a handyman ran in and said.

"Lord Yang Yifeng, why don't you let the old man send them away?"

Master Jinquan raised his eyebrows and said tentatively.

"Just a few ants... What a foot to do!"

Putting aside these breezy words, Yang Yi strode towards the door.

Feng Baobao, Murong Huang, Bai Pianpian and the disciples also followed with murderous spirit.

"Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui, why don't you leave? Do you want to stay and let the master of this peak invite you to dinner?"

Yang Yi stood on the top of the stairs and said with a sneer.

"We have lived for so long, and it is the first time that we have been humiliated and ridiculed like this.

Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui's eyes showed a hint of red and murderous luster, and they sneered.

"Hey... Do you want to do it with my master? Don't pee and take pictures, right?"

Leng Ling'er said coquettishly.

"Ling'er is right, people are divided into three, six, nine and so on, if you want me Yang Yi to give a defeated person, there may be one in Tianbo City, but you are really not qualified. ”

Yang Yidao.

Long Aotian, Feng Dudu, and Eldest Sun Xue thought so.

What is the status of their teacher?

If a few cats and dogs come to you and have to take action in person, wouldn't it be self-defeating?

"What a big breath!"

At this moment, as the crowd of onlookers dispersed, I saw two young men coming slowly.

The person on the left is the Shaofeng Lord Yang Zhenshi of Jiuyang Peak.

The other person, who was in his twenties, was dressed in white with long hair, a slender figure, and a sword mark on his cheek, which not only did not destroy his facial features, but instead added a cold and cold aura of Xiao Killing.

"Lord Yang Yifeng, the one with a sword wound on his cheek is Li Mubai, the third-ranked genius in the Duemen Fax Palace!"

Murong Huang frowned, his eyes were full of vigilance: "This person's reputation in Tianbo City is not inferior to that of Yang Zhenshi, and his cultivation is also extremely strong, according to rumors outside, he has reached the twelfth stage of the martial artist realm." ”

Seeing Murong He and Yang Yi muttering, Yang Zhenshi's eyes flashed with a hint of fierceness, and he finally held back.

"Senior Brother Mubai, you came just in time..."

Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui hurriedly stepped forward to salute, and carefully recounted the previous shame.

"Yang Yi, I Li Mubai have heard of your deeds, the pride of heaven that caused the limit of the Heavenly Dao, right?"

The corners of Li Mubai's mouth pursed a touch of ridicule: "But you have just stepped into the realm of martial arts, you are so arrogant, Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui challenge you, in order to cover up the fact that you can't beat you, don't you feel ashamed?"

There were many dooms in the scene, and the disciples of the Ghost Shadow Sect thought so.

Yang Yi's qualifications are extraordinary, but it has only been a few days since he stepped into the martial arts realm?

And Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui are both existences of the eighth stage of the martial arts realm!

How could Yang Yi be the opponent of the two?

"Lord Yang Yifeng, the little girl is willing to worship you as a teacher, and take the place of Chen Yingfeng to clean up the two clowns Wang Lingjun and Chen Wanhui!"

At the same time, Murong Huang strode out and said resolutely.

"Yang Zhenshi, this Murong Huang seems to be your fiancée, right?

Glancing at Yang Zhenshi, who was pale, Li Mubai raised his eyebrows.

The other disciples of the Du'e Gate and the Ghost Shadow Gate also looked sideways, with doubts.

"That man is not worthy of this girl, and this girl has nothing to do with her now. ”

Murong Huang glared at Yang Zhenshi angrily and said coldly.

"You..."

Yang Zhenshi clenched his fists and almost exploded.

His former fiancée, in front of everyone, actually ridiculed herself for not being worthy of the other party?

And helped Yang Yi against him again?

"Murong Huang, do you know that the prime minister and a group of great Confucians in the imperial court are already deducing the immortal language, although they have not completely deduced it, but it is certain that Yang Yizhong is not a great killing technique at all. ”

Holding back the anger in his heart, Yang Zhenshi said: "You are still stammering him now, if he falls from the clouds into the quagmire one day, see how you deal with yourself then." ”