Yamen.

In the magnificent and bright hall, He Feng and Xiao Ya stood side by side, and behind them was Lu Yao, who was also wearing a black robe.

At this time, Lu Yao's purple eyes seemed to be getting deeper and deeper. The tall figure has faded from the purple robe, and now he is dressed in a black robe, and his expressionless face has a little more fierce momentum.

He Feng tilted his head slightly, his black pupils slanted slightly, and he looked at Lu Yao with a blank face behind him, and raised his eyebrows, as if Lu Yao felt a little novel when he appeared here today.

"Tread, step, step. ”

In the originally silent hall, there was a sudden sound of slow footsteps from far and near.

"Heh......"

The three of them lowered their eyes after hearing the trademark laughter.

"Let's get on the road...... The children. ”

......

The old man found out that Liuyun was a child......

He has extraordinary resilience. It belongs to the kind of person who is closer to the brink of collapse, the more he can grit his teeth and hold on.

Just like now, he had already pulled back the stream of green spiritual power that led the flowing clouds back to three streams.

Liuyun's small body was already shaky, as if he was trembling under the pressure of something, his eyes were staring straight at the silver-white spear that was somewhat obviously shaking, his teeth were rattling, and the muscles on his face were already shaking and shaking, and it looked like he was about to lose his hold.

But it just survived.

The more the old man Qingshan got along with Liuyun, the more impressed he was with this seemingly silent and honest child.

Liuyun had been practicing this spiritual power compression day after day for three days.

Looking closely at the misty soul power, the color was already much deeper than the soul power released at the beginning. Under his almost fatal practice, Liuyun's ability to compress and use soul power was growing at a rate that was visible to the naked eye.

It is estimated that in no more than seven days, this child will be able to completely wrap and compress the impurities on the silver spear with his soul mist alone without relying on the guidance of his soul spring.

Just when the old man Qingshan was about to withdraw his two remaining green spiritual springs and announce a period of rest. Liuyun's teeth began to bite out bursts of sound, and in his clear eyes, a ray of golden light flashed away.

The silver spear that had been shaking violently in mid-air suddenly regained its balance.

The old man raised his eyebrows.

I saw that around the misty silver-white spear, a few drops of silver-gray liquid spiritual spring had condensed!

The old man was stunned.

"This ......"

Those somewhat cloudy eyes could no longer remain calm at this time.

Three days...... How many drops of spiritual spring can be condensed in three days?

This is simply a demon......

The old man of Qingshan simply withdrew the guidance of the remaining two green spiritual springs, only to see that the silver-white spear that had just regained its balance began to shake violently in the next moment.

When Old Man Qingshan evacuated all his green spiritual springs, the pressure of Liuyun rose sharply!

He felt as if his body was about to be crushed by something, and the exhausting tiredness in the depths of his soul pressed his tense nerves again and again.

Hold on...... Hold on a little longer!

Sweat trickled down Liuyun's cheeks, and at a critical point where the pressure rose sharply, Liuyun finally collapsed a little.

With an extremely suppressed roar, I saw that the mist became thicker and thicker, and in a certain moment, the surroundings of the silver spear condensed again into a few drops of crystal clear liquid spiritual spring!

The silver spear that was about to be out of his control became much calmer the moment those few drops of the newborn silver-gray spiritual spring appeared.

Looking at the silver-white spear that Liuyun could barely rely on his own strength to control the silver-white spear that no longer shook violently in the air, the eyes of the old man Qingshan were bright.

"Good!"

When Liuyun finally stopped the spiritual power control that made him collapse a little, the old man of Qingshan laughed with some excitement in his ears.

Under the prompting of the old man Qingshan's smile and groan, Liuyun finally discovered the great results he had achieved in spiritual power control today.

The spiritual spring is the product of the compression of the soul power to the extreme.

Normally, when a refiner first learned the various techniques of these refining weapons, he would use the spiritual mist that the flowing cloud had summoned at the beginning, that is, those silver-gray mist spiritual powers compressed by the soul power.

Although the Spirit Spring and the Spirit Mist are both the means used by the refiner to refine the weapon, the Spirit Spring is a step higher than the Spirit Mist. For ordinary refiners, the spiritual power is slowly increased in the spiritual mist state for three or four years or even longer, before it is possible to break through the bottleneck of the spiritual mist and enter the spiritual spring state.

And this kind of person like Liuyun who entered the refining circle and generated a spiritual spring in just a few days......

"Really...... Unheard of......"

The shock flickering in the eyes of the old man Qingshan was still unabated.

Although Liuyun was also full of joy at this time, the tiredness that hit him in the depths of his soul forced him to stop his joy and enter into the full recovery of spiritual power and energy.

Looking at Liuyun, who had entered the cultivation state in the next moment, the eyes of the old man Qingshan were overflowing with praise.

Seemingly...... This idea of taking him in as an apprentice as soon as his heart is hot is very correct......

In the blink of an eye, Liuyun had been cultivating in this closed small world for nearly two months.

By the tinkling brook sat a boy with a beautiful eyebrow.

The boy's eyes were closed, and hovering in front of him was a silvery-white spear that glowed with a mutation. I saw that the spear slowly rotated in a cloud of mist-like gas. Every time the barrel of the gun rotated, it brought out a gray black silver ash.

I saw his black hair dancing lightly, his eyebrows constantly exuding bursts of essence, and a clean and unstained temperament rose from his body, and he was peaceful and tranquil as if he had become one with this wood.

I saw that the spear in front of him detached a gray black silver ash from it with every turn, and with each silver ash, the spear became more and more crystal clear.

"Whew-"

Finally, all the impurities on this spear were refined with spiritual power.

Liuyun's eyes slowly opened, a pair of clear eyes, the moment they opened, a strong wind, blowing out with Liuyun's eyebrows, blowing off a large number of the green young leaves on the tree.

Liuyun exhaled softly.

After two months of refining every day, this weapon was finally the first step of his self-made weapon. Calciner.

Now the spear lying on the palm of Liuyun's hand is full of bursts of aura. Although the appearance of the spear has not changed much from the spear two months ago, the feeling of agility that slowly emanates from this spear at this time is something that has never been felt before.