The inscription is the most important part of forging treasures.

Long Buqi took out a strange piece of "iron piece" from his arms, and there was a trace of pity in his eyes.

This is a fragment of the Sky Slayer!

The forging of purple cold iron is extremely hard, and ordinary carving knives cannot engrave inscriptions, so they can only use it.

For the inscriptions, he was familiar with them, and the fragments of the sky-killing sword were wielded and engraved on the short sword.

There was no sound when the seal was carved, only a piece of purple powder fell in a row, and the mysterious and complicated inscriptions were quickly formed.

Even Long Lingyue stared at the strange "iron piece" in his hand suspiciously, the short sword cast by purple cold iron was carved on tofu, it was so sharp!

As the last inscription fell.

Airplanes!

The purple long sword trembled slightly, as if it had life, and it groaned comfortably and happily, and under the moonlight, the purple treasure light flowed, and the sharp qi became restrained, like a precious work of art!

Everyone was shocked.

"That's it?"

"I've heard that when a forger engraves an inscription, it's a few months, a few years, or even more than ten years, which is too fast, right?"

Long Buqi swung his purple short sword and pointed at a whetstone.

Airplanes!

The inscription on the blade flashed, and a purple sword qi came out.

Click!

The whole whetstone shatters in an instant!

The purple short sword was still more than three meters away from the whetstone, and the sword qi alone shattered the whetstone!

"Every treasure has a name, this is for my aunt, you should be called Lingyue. ”

Long Buqi handed the purple short sword into Long Lingyue's hand.

Long Lingyue couldn't put it down and waved it gently.

And all the people were numb in their scalps, and they fled from afar

Rumble!

The entire blacksmith shop collapsed in pieces in the purple sword aura!

"This ......"

The blacksmith shopkeeper's face was bitter.

Long Lingyue threw out a gold ingot to him, if it was in normal times, she would definitely be in pain, and with the treasure weapon in her hand, she didn't care about a gold ingot at all.

Cold Star Sword Technique plus treasure weapon, there is no doubt that her combat power has won the first place in Longgang, and there is no opponent!

......

Back at the small courtyard of Qingfeng Mountain, it was the dead of night.

Long Buqi took out the nine vein flowers, three quenching bone grasses, and three raw muscle roots that Huiling Pavilion bought.

Bring hot water and pour it into the tub.

Crush three Tongmai flowers, a quenching grass, and a raw muscle root, and pour them into hot water according to the ratio of three to one.

The three elixirs are fused into hot water and evaporate a mist of mist.

The whole room is filled with a fragrant smell.

Burst!

Jumping into the bathtub, the medicinal properties of the elixir suddenly invaded the body.

It was like thousands of ants biting, and a sharp pain came from the limbs!

If ordinary people might have screamed out loud, bathing in elixirs is an extremely painful thing.

Call!

A hint of determination flashed in Long Buqi's eyes.

Leaning on the edge of the large wooden barrel, he dozed off.

If you can't even bear this little pain, you are not worthy of martial arts!

The bright moon outside the window gradually set to the west, and the night passed quickly.

The sunlight shone in from the windowsill and scattered on Long Buqi's delicate face, and his eyes opened like a deep starry sky.

Crash!

Huo Ran stood up.

Glancing at the much firmer body, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

When the body moves, the whole body gathers strength.

Airplanes!

The vigorous blood rises, manifesting the vision of a wild bull.

The second main vein runs through, and the refining body is double!

Crash!......

Jumped out of the tub and blasted out with a punch.

Click!

The entire fist sank into the wall.

"The medicinal bath method of the Heavenly Demon Refining Body Skill is really good. ”

Nodding slightly in satisfaction, he put on his shirt and went out.

The sun was still shining on the wall, and a deep fist hole was very eye-catching!

Whoosh......

Long Lingyue practiced his sword against the rising sun, using the purple short sword treasure that was cast yesterday.

Purple sword qi was sharp and incomparable.

The thirty-six styles of the Cold Star Sword Technique were completed in one go, as if flowing water, and the entire small courtyard was shrouded in purple sword light.

Roar!

There was a sea whale force image suspended in the sky, reflecting a trace of golden light, which was a sign that it had reached the peak of the sevenfold refining body and was about to advance to the power of the eightfold golden Jiao of the refining body.

"Smack!"

Long Buqi clapped his palms and said with a light smile, "Congratulations to my aunt, cultivation is not far from the eightfold refining body." ”

Hearing his words, the purple sword qi that filled him dissipated, and Long Lingyue put away his sword and stood up, giving him a blank look.

"The morning sun is rising, and the purple qi is coming from the east, it is the most suitable time to practice martial arts! You, you, a few days ago, you swore that you would cultivate diligently, and you would not get up until the sun was drying your buttocks!"

Long Buqi didn't explain, and washed up.

Just finished breakfast.

A disciple hurriedly walked into the small courtyard.

"Elder Lingyue, Old Man Yan is here in person!"

The name of the person, the shadow of the tree, Old Man Yan is the strongest person in the entire Burial Dragon Town, no matter where he goes, he has attracted much attention, he cautiously glanced at Long Lingyue and Long Buqi, and found that the expressions of the two of them were extremely calm, without the slightest panic.

Long Buqi smiled, "Auntie, we sharpened the knife yesterday, and the fat pig will come to the door today." ”

Long Lingyue glared at him angrily.

The Qingfeng disciple was dumbfounded, a little dazed, and even referred to the strongest person in Burial Dragon Town as a fat pig?

Long Lingyue took a long sword, Long Buqi was holding a black box, which contained the purple short sword forged yesterday, the ordinary scabbard couldn't be put at all, it was too sharp, it would break at once, and it could only be packed with a box.

Walking into the reception hall, I saw an old man in gray clothes and black hair sitting on the guest seat, with a ruddy complexion and bright eyes.

Yan Xuesong and Yan Xuexin stood behind the old man, and when they saw Long Buqi coming in, they all glared angrily.

The main seat was empty, only a few Qingfeng disciples serving tea and pouring water were waiting, and they didn't see the shadow of the head Jiang Ruochen and the other elders.

Obviously, they are evasive.

If the head of the sect and other elders came forward, then it would become a grudge between the Yan family and the Qingfeng Sword Sect.

They didn't come forward, the meaning was obvious, and they left the scene silently, this was a personal grudge between Long Buqi and the Yan family, and it had nothing to do with the Qingfeng Sword Sect!

Long Lingyue took two quick steps and bowed slightly to the old man.

"Lingyue has seen Yan Lao. ”

She beckoned to Long Buqi, "No, come and meet Yan Lao, Yan Lao is the predecessor of all the martial artists in our burial Dragon Town." ”

The old man waved his hand indifferently, "No need, I'm here to ask about the guilt of the teacher today, not to talk about the seniority." ”

Long Buqi smiled coldly.

"Not everyone is worthy of being my senior. ”

Striding up to the throne, he sat down with a golden sword.

Long Lingyue's face changed slightly, and she reprimanded, "No, don't be rude!"

"Senior brother, have a cup of tea. ”

Long Buqi beckoned to a Qingfeng disciple.

This Qingfeng disciple's nervous face turned pale, and he trembled and got a cup.

Long Buqi picked up the tea, took a sip, and looked at the old man.

"If you want to ask me about my sin, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it. ”

The entire reception hall was suddenly silent, and the pins could be heard.

Yan Xuesong, Yan Xuexin, and the warriors of the Yan family all glared at him angrily.

The disciples of the Qingfeng Sword Sect all turned pale, did Long Buqi know that he was talking to him? That was the strongest person in Burial Dragon Town, a quasi-treasure body!