"Enough rest! Let's move on. ”

Miao Junfeng took a deep breath, supported his hands, and sat up from the ground.

"Unleash the Thunder Sword!"

The sound of "boom..." echoed in the storeroom in the next moment.

"The Thunder Sword that your master taught you is conceived by spiritual power, and the Thunder Sword not only has its form but also its quality. If you want to visualize the spiritual fire, let's first figure out the thunder sword in your hand! ”

"Master." Miao Junfeng immediately thought of the guy who was about the same age as himself, but he had been cheating on himself.

Miao Junfeng shook his head and looked intently at the thunder sword blooming in his hand.

The silver glow spoke of its power with a sharp aura. There is no weight, but a scale appears out of thin air in his heart, and this scale is specially used to adjust the weight of the thunder sword in his hand.

The thunder sword has become bigger and smaller, and it seems that the weight has remained the same, but in fact, the scale in my heart has automatically adjusted the weight to the range that I can control.

The form of the thunder sword is not the root of killing ghosts, its essence is the thunder and lightning of the most rigid and yang.

The power of heaven is untouchable, if there is really a thunder on his body, then he will definitely die.

However, the thunder sword that the master taught him did contain a trace of heavenly might, and the powerful thunder and lightning aura was enough to split any object except himself.

The more Miao Junfeng thought about it, the more fascinated he became, as if he had captured the mystery, but whenever he wanted to reach out and grab it, the mystery ran away like a naughty child.

At the same time that Miao Junfeng was contemplating and figuring out the refining weapon, in Miao Rong's study, Miao Ru stood stiffly, the expression on his face was very gloomy, and his mood was also very low.

"Ru'er, I didn't say you. Do you think that he is not abolished just by a few words of his? Those sons are usually a group of wine bags and rice bags, and it is a matter of minutes to be played by Junfeng.

You also know the art of war, don't you know the truth that the real is the virtual and the virtual is the real? I had personally examined him, and his spiritual world was completely closed, as if it had never existed.

Now that you've come to tell me that he's not scrapped, and that all the plans we've made and executed are wrong, aren't you trying to embarrass me and our whole family? ”

"Father, I didn't mean that, and if you could, I would like you to probe again. If the result is the same, then I am willing to be punished and resign as an elder. ”

"Hey! Why do you bother? Your ingenuity is not below your two older brothers. Well, I'll go and investigate again, and make a dead horse a live horse doctor! ”

"Thank you, father."

Miao Junfeng naturally didn't know that at his aunt's request, his grandfather was willing to explore himself again. Now he is at the last moment, as long as he catches that naughty little guy, then visualizing the spiritual fire is the kung fu of the blink of an eye.

"I've finally caught it, see where you're going! Oh! ”

With a howl of pain, Miao Junfeng felt as if he had been struck by thunder, and a heart-piercing pain and burning tearing sensation instantly swept through his body.

"Whew! It's finally done, how can you understand the truth without being hacked. Solomon exhaled a sigh of relief, the threshold had finally been reached, and the next thing was to see his understanding.

When all the pain disappeared, Miao Junfeng found that he didn't have a single scar on his body, as if it had been a dream before.

"Alright, look no further. If there were any scars, you wouldn't be here anymore. Hurry up, visualize the flames for me right now! ”

Miao Junfeng was very obedient, and once again visualized his spiritual fire.

Under the efforts of Miao Junfeng, Mars continued to grow and develop, and eventually evolved into a red flame.

"You've already tasted the taste of thunder and lightning, so why don't you taste the taste of fire again!"

Miao Junfeng was immersed in the joy of the spiritual fire, and did not think about the meaning of Solomon's words at all, he began to feel the essence of the flame according to Solomon's words.

Hot, very hot, very hot.

Hot, hot, very hot.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Fragrant, very fragrant, very fragrant. The smell of barbecue is the most fragrant I've ever smelled.

Solomon blinked, he was stunned, could it be that he was struck by lightning? Why don't you feel it at all? Is the scorching of flames easier than the scorching of lightning strikes?

"Solomon, are you surprised? Why don't you try it too? ”

"Huh!" Suddenly, a red horse was wrapped around Solomon.

"Whoosh", Solomon was running and cried: "Hot, hot, hot, hot, hurt, hurt, hurt..."

"Hahaha..."In a burst of laughter, Miao Junfeng withdrew his spiritual fire. Does he hurt? Of course it hurts, but how can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain, and you can become a master only if you suffer hardship.

"Good boy, you dare to play this king! Hum! For the sake of you being able to condense the spiritual fire so quickly, this king will not care about you. Now you release the spiritual fire little by little, and completely wrap this piece of iron.

Then, according to your own ideas, refine the iron sword you want. This king finally reminds you again, you must do what you can, you are now at most the level of a three-star refiner, don't think about refining higher-level talismans. ”

"I know! You can rest assured! ”

Miao Junfeng released his spiritual fire little by little, and the crimson flame was like a piece of soft gauze, wrapping the black iron inch by inch.

Out of consideration for the ease of carrying and the weight of the talisman, Miao Junfeng decided to refine the black iron into a decorative sword, which was no more than a foot long, as long as it could be held in his hand.

The flame of "Huhuhuhu...", constantly quenched the black iron, and the black iron melted drop by drop, and began to take shape step by step according to Miao Junfeng's ideas.

There was no time for the refiner, and I don't know how long it had passed, accompanied by a crisp sound of "ding". A small and delicate black sword is steadily suspended in front of Miao Junfeng's eyes.

"It's not bad, it's rare to be able to practice the talisman like this for the first time." Solomon said this on the surface, but in his heart he scolded the pervert.

"Thanks to the compliment, this refining tool is an entry, and it would be great if you could also get started with talismans."

"Stop! How did I only find out that you are so greedy, it is already remarkable that you can master one of the two talisman and refining tools, and you still want to master them all.

Do you know that the way you look now makes me feel ashamed! ”

"Cut! How can you achieve great things without great ambitions! If I didn't have ambition, everything I have today would be someone else's wedding dress. ”

"Good! Remember what you said today, if you are a man, you have to be ambitious! With your ambitions, you can barely become my master! Walk! Let's go to the world together! ”

Miao Junfeng slowly stood up and moved his body. Then he put away the black saber and walked out of the warehouse in a good mood.