Refining weapons does not cast swords, casting swords does not refine weapons?!

Master Fan never thought that Ye Changsheng would reject him, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

He introduced Ye Changsheng, not only for selfishness, but also because he loved talent and intended to help.

Such a genius should not be buried in an unknown town, but should have a broader stage.

Perhaps, he can find someone to heal Ye Changsheng's legs.

However, Ye Changsheng refused!

Master Fan came back to his senses and nodded helplessly.

If it were someone else, he would have scolded others for not knowing how to lift up, but Changsheng's refusal, he did not feel the slightest displeasure.

With Ye Changsheng's sword-forging talent, as long as he maintains this focus and persistence, he can also break through the world.

Master Fan had no choice but to retreat and say, "Changsheng, the old man actually wants to ask you for a favor. ”

Changsheng said happily: "Please don't dare to take the word, as long as you can help, the younger generation is duty-bound!"

People respect me, I respect people, with the status of Master Fan, I want to ask him for help, but it's just a matter of words.

But the master is still so humble and kind, Changsheng naturally does not dare to slack off.

Master Fan smiled with relief: "Don't worry, when you finish dealing with your personal affairs, the old man will send someone to inform you." ”

Ye Changsheng sent the master away, boarded the carriage, and drove towards the alley of the county guard's mansion.

As expected, in less than a quarter of an hour, Ye Changsheng was "kicked out" by the county guard, and the county guard's "smashing two teacups in a row" reached the ears of Hong Yuntao and Lou Yunhe.

In a luxurious restaurant box, the powerful gathered, and the staggered staggered funds.

The supervising envoy Lou Yunhe, his face was full of red light, and after hearing the report of his subordinates, he couldn't help laughing proudly: "Hahahaha, Wu Tianen, Wu Tianen, what are you going to fight with Lao Tzu this time, Lao Tzu will eat you!"

Lou Yunhe stood up, shyly blushed his belly, and raised his wine glass: "Master Hongzhuang, this time this official was able to overwhelm Wu Tianen, you should be the first to take credit!"

Many powerful people raised their glasses one after another, and they inevitably touted the superb sword-casting skills of the Sword Casting Hall, and several people placed orders on the spot.

Hong Yuntao was flattered, hurriedly stood up, drank the wine in the cup, and his heart couldn't help but surge.

A Lingwu-level mid-grade long sword is not only several times more valuable, but it can also knock on the doors of powerful families.

And the latter can't be bought with money!

If he didn't have that sword, the Inspector would have invited him to drink and go to a feast, and the others would have looked at him differently?

Just imagine, once that sword appears on Liu Lao's birthday, what kind of sensation should it cause, and how happy should Liu Lao be?

The magnificence of Momiji Mountain Resort is right in front of you!

......

Ye Changsheng returned to the inn, locked the doors and windows, took off his shoes and socks, and paced back and forth in the room.

There are still two days left before Liu Lao's birthday, and Changsheng is a little nervous, always afraid that something will happen in these two days, causing his plan to fall short.

While checking and filling in the gaps, he suddenly sensed a gloomy aura, and his eyes fell on a basket at the door of the room.

The basket contained the stolen goods he had received from the tomb robbers, and the piece of ink silver that the fat man had taken a fancy to was among them.

It's okay left and right, let's clear the evil spirit first.

After taking the basket, Changsheng sat cross-legged on the bed and activated the "Secret Record of the Demon Heart".

"Suck the hell!"

The heart method flowed, and in the mesh of the basket, a trace of black gas suddenly drilled out, drifting towards immortality.

The evil qi entered the body, and it was quickly transformed into pure soul power, soaring upwards and merging into the three-foot soul sea.

Originally, Changsheng thought that the evil qi left in those burial goods was limited, and it would take a while to absorb it.

Unexpectedly, after half a pillar of incense passed, the evil qi escaping from the basket not only did not weaken, but strengthened!

Ye Changsheng looked surprised, stopped cultivating, and slowly opened his eyes.

He reached into the basket and pulled out all the contents.

The mottled bronze lampstand, the broken three-legged incense burner, the deformed four-god yin-yang mirror, and the faded human-shaped faience ,...... And finally, the inky silver.

Ye Chang sensed the evil qi on the funeral goods in turn, and finally picked up the square ink silver and squinted to observe.

Suddenly, his eyes froze.

The inside of the ink silver seems to be empty!

Ye Changsheng's wrist flipped, and the black dragon dagger slipped into his palm.

He held a dagger in one hand and ink silver in the other, and carefully tore a hole in the surface of the ink silver along a faint dotted line.

A frenzied aura erupted from the crack, almost suffocating him.

A bloodthirsty desire arose in his heart, and Changsheng's eyes were red.

The crack opened automatically under the impact of the furious aura.

The hollow interior of the ink silver revealed a black bracelet.

Demonic Ring?!

A strange and familiar name suddenly jumped out of Ye Changsheng's mind.

In ancient times, the priests of the human race did everything in their power in pursuit of power.

When they were refining magic weapons, they used their powerful mental power to launch secret arts, draw the laws of heaven and earth, and integrate the blood and souls of living beings into the unformed magic weapons.

Once the essence and soul are purified, the artifact becomes pure and spiritual.

But once the refining fails, those essence blood and souls will become extremely tyrannical, and the magic weapon will transform into a murder weapon.

The demon ring in front of Ye Changsheng was a murder weapon!

The black bracelet is as deep as the sea.

The material of the bracelet is like metal, and it is like jade, thick and tough.

Inside the bracelet, red blood flowed, like an endless river of blood.

The roar of blood rushing clearly echoed in Ye Changsheng's ears.

In the river of blood, there were countless souls, which kept jumping out of the water, spreading their teeth and claws, and letting out terrible screams.

Suddenly, the Demon Ring trembled, and blood-colored textures appeared on the smooth surface, and tentacles flew outward.

The illusions appeared frequently, and he was terrified, Ye Changsheng's soul was lost, his seven orifices were bleeding, and he fell on the bed and fainted.

Just when his vitality was declining, a crack suddenly opened in his beating heart.

A black piece of iron flashed with blood and emerged from it.

With a bang, the iron piece came out of the body, suspended in mid-air, hovering rapidly, like a flying shuttle, and at the same time made a whining sound.

Attacking the ferocious aura of the immortal, he shifted his target in an instant, sweeping towards the spinning piece of iron.

The ferocious aura and blood-colored light lines were all absorbed by the iron sheets.

The original ugly piece of iron quickly transformed, and finally turned into an incomparably delicate short sword!

It is only the length of the middle finger, and its whole body is jet black, shrouded in a faint black gas, flashing with a soft luster.

It fluttered in the air a few times, and with a bang, it re-drilled into Ye Changsheng's heart and disappeared.

In the early morning, Ye Changsheng woke up slowly, rubbed his head that almost exploded, and struggled to sit up.

It's so dangerous, I almost hung up in a daze.

No wonder it was sealed with ink, this murder weapon was too terrifying.

He was about to put away the Demon Ring, but the whole person was stunned.

Is this the same as last night's Ring?