"Boss, this is what you told me to buy, the storage bag contains the things you told me to buy, the storage ring contains the spirit stones exchanged for millions of silver, and I put some materials for the array in my bedroom, if you want to go back, tell me."

Inside the house, Wang Chuyuan took out a storage bag and a storage ring from his arms and handed them to Jian Fengyun.

"Well, that's great, but I called you in for something special to tell you!" Jian Fengyun nodded.

"Something special?" Wang Chuyuan's slightly chubby face, there was a look of doubt in his two eyes.

Jian Fengyun's face was serious, and he looked at Wang Chuyuan with a little deep meaning, and only spoke for a while.

"Within a month, Bei'an City will be in chaos, it is very likely that the Sword Family and the Wang Family will become enemies, I will give you a day to think about it, I will not blame you for any decision you make!"

A crisp voice sounded, and the air inside the wooden house seemed to become solemn.

Wang Chuyuan's bloated body also trembled instantly, but soon regained firmness.

"Boss, since I recognize you as my boss, no matter what happens to the Sword Family and the Wang Family, I will follow you!"

Facing Wang Chuyuan's firm gaze, the corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth hooked slightly.

"Well, it won't be long before you'll be glad you made today!"

"Of course, the boss is the best!" Wang Chuyuan grinned and said, then he thought of something, smiled, and said, "But boss, I hope you can be a little merciful when dealing with the Wang family!" ”

"Don't worry!" Jian Fengyun gave Wang Chuyuan a trusting look.

"Then boss, I'll go out for barbecue first, you can heal well!" Wang Chuyuan smiled heartlessly.

Jian Fengyun nodded, watching the bloated body slowly walk out of the door, but his mind moved slightly.

In his previous life, he was the first person in the Ten Thousand Domains, and he became famous all the way, and he didn't know how many masters and servants he had seen turned against each other and his brothers fighting, so he was demanding that the people around him be single-minded.

As the reincarnation of the emperor, he saw through Wang Chuyuan at a glance.

His eyes are very clean, although he is worried about his family, but he is more enthusiastic about himself, following him, his strength is not high, but his heart should be pure.

Not very strong?

Is that a problem for me?

The corners of Jian Fengyun's mouth smiled slightly, and he secretly decided to find an exercise for this fat man, strength or anything, it was not a problem.

Immediately, Jian Fengyun checked the storage ring, which contained hundreds of thousands of spirit stones, ranging from the best to the lowest grade.

Seeing this, Jian Fengyun's heart moved.

He didn't tell Wang Chuyuan what grade of spirit stones he wanted to exchange, but from the best to the lower grade, it was obvious that this fat man knew that these things were to be left for the Sword Family.

A month later, the enrollment of the four academies is a major event for the entire Tianyang Dynasty, and many strong people will definitely come, and the Qingyun Sword Family will definitely have strong people to send them, with the current strength of the Sword Family, it will not be able to be preserved at all, the only way is to retreat into the Northern Barbarian Land, and arrange a strong defensive formation with the help of the Northern Barbarian Land, so that the Sword Family can retreat into it to recuperate!

Putting the storage ring in his sleeve, Jian Fengyun's mind moved, and then he picked up the storage bag.

A storage bag containing a few pieces of ore, a few elixirs, and a long pen glowing with divine aura.

Xuanjie Ice Xuanjian Iron Ore, Xuanjie Xuanling Grass, Xuanjie Xuanjie Superb Inscription Pen.

Jian Fengyun instantly recognized these three kinds of spiritual materials, which were the spiritual materials he had ordered the fat man to buy.

Ice Xuanjian Iron Mine, and the Xuanjie High-grade Frost Sword given to him by Feihe Gongzi that day, the breath is the same, the sword Fengyun is ready to smelt the Frost Sword, and only by smelting the spirit weapon does it need raw materials to fill it.

Xuanling Grass is an elixir that blends inscription liquid, containing a strong aura of heaven and earth.

The inscription pen, a kind of spiritual weapon that only the inscriptionist can perfectly control, can be stained with inscription liquid, and some inscriptions can be engraved on the spiritual weapon without inscriptions.

The power of the spirit weapon is limited, and if you want to break the limited power increase, this inscription is a good way, but there are not many inscription masters in the Ten Thousand Domains, and the inscription inheritance owned by Jian Fengyun is derived from the "Taishi Dao Book", and the inscription technique obtained in the Ten Thousand Domains has made Jian Fengyun an emperor-level inscription master in the previous life.

Jian Fengyun put the storage bag aside, threw out a few spirit stones in his hand, arranged a few formation prohibitions in the wooden house, and then sat down cross-legged and cultivated.

He had to recover from his injuries first, and then he would come and deal with the matter at hand.

Outside the room, Yun Mengluo looked at the door, and the clear and ethereal gaze in his beautiful eyes was thoughtful.

Time is like flowing water, never going back, and seven days have passed in a blink of an eye.

In the room, the last spell in Jian Fengyun's hand entered the Earth Fire Ding.

The blazing earth fire slowly faded into the ding, and in the ding furnace, an ice-blue long sword with a frosty aura was revealed.

The best of the Xuan Rank, the Frost Sword!

The sword yuan power in Jian Fengyun's hand gushed out, luring out the ice blue long sword in the ding and falling into his hand.

As soon as the long sword was in his hand, a cold and bone-chilling aura permeated the air, and the sword body was slender and glowing with ice.

"That's right, good sword, if it weren't for my seven days, my soul power temporarily broke through the middle grade of the Xuan Rank, and with many means, I really wouldn't be able to refine this frost sword!"

Rubbing the long sword in his hand, Jian Fengyun couldn't help but sigh to himself.

In seven days, he recovered from his injuries in one day, and spent three days cultivating the "Tai Soul Sutra", and his soul power broke through to the middle grade of the Xuan Rank, and then used one day to prepare various spiritual materials, and two days for refining, and today is the seventh day.

It took a whole day and a night to refine this frost sword, and if it weren't for the powerful recovery power of the "Taisoul Sutra" halfway, it would not have been able to refine this frost sword at all.

"It's just the last step of the inscription!" Jian Fengyun's heart moved slightly.

As he spoke, Jian Fengyun's hand moved, and the inscription pen on the side fell into his hand, gently dipping it in a jade bottle containing a dark red liquid.

The dark red liquid is the inscription liquid, which is blended with the blood of the demon beast of the earth-level ice attribute and the juice of the Xuanling grass.

The moment he lifted the pen, Jian Fengyun seemed to have changed into a different person, his face became serious, and his body exuded a grandmaster aura of opening and closing.

The pen landed on the ice blue blade, and the dark red liquid drew lines, and in an instant, a violent aura originating from the blood of the earth-level demon beast suddenly burst out.

On Jian Fengyun's body, a peerless murderous aura also burst out instantly, and the murderous aura condensed into substance, and it instantly suppressed the residual aura of the earth-level demon beast.

The inscription pen is still scratched, one stroke past, the lines are even, and it turns into a light blue line on the sword body.

Soon, the inscription liquid on the inscription pen was exhausted, and Jian Fengyun picked up the pen again, and then wrote with the pen, and the lines were still the same.

If this scene is seen by the inscription master from the outside world, it must be greatly surprised, the inscription is generally made of one stroke, if it is divided into several strokes, it is basically not continuable, even if it is a third-order inscription master, it is impossible to keep the lines of his pen consistent.

However, Jian Fengyun did it, his spirit was concentrated to one point, and there was not a drop left in the last bottle of inscription liquid, and finally the last stroke was drawn in Jian Fengyun's hand.

The moment the lines closed, a series of mysterious runes appeared on the sword body of the Frost Sword, and these runes, like ancient characters, exuded an extraordinary aura.

Jian Fengyun let out a sigh, looked at the long sword in his hand, and said with joy.

"The third-order Xuanfrost inscription is done!"

Boom! Boom! Boom! ......

At this moment, there was a sharp knock on the door.

Jian Fengyun's brows furrowed, and he put the long sword and the treasure on the table into the storage bag, and then stepped forward.