One by one, the thunder spirit pattern was quickly formed, and the previous thunder spirit pattern was also re-modified by Mi Xiaojing, this process was not slow, and Mi Xiaojing's patience was also very good, he hoped that this magic sword could be perfected, so that it could play a role in future battles. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hong Qing's attack made Mi Xiaojing completely wake up, this is not his paradise.

The reason why Mi Xiaojing continued to stay in the sect was because Rob and they were still young and not suitable for going out, at least until they built a foundation before they were qualified to go out to travel, and at that time, he might not return to the Sword Heart Sect.

With the passage of time, a spirit pattern was formed, followed by the formation of a second spirit pattern, and the spirit pattern formed this time was composed of twelve thunder spirit patterns, which was already the greatest ability of Mi Xiaojing.

Every time he refined, Mi Xiaojing tried his best to activate the mantra and let the power of the mantra invade the sword body, which brought the power of Yan Xiu, in fact, he didn't know if it was good or not, but this was an opportunity for him to exert the power of Zhen cultivation and Yan Xiu at the same time.

The formation of the third spirit pattern, this is a collection of thirty-six thunder spirit patterns, the formation of three spirit patterns, Mi Xiaojing carefully calculated, one side of the sword body formed six spirit patterns, in fact, there is still room for it, but he can't form six spirit patterns again, he can only turn over the sword body, refining the other side, and also needs six spirit patterns.

If all the refining is completed, then there will be twelve spirit patterns and one hundred and forty-four thunder spirit patterns, which is the bottom line in Mi Xiaojing's heart, but unfortunately he has no way to arrange eighteen spirit patterns on one side of the sword body, if he can, a total of thirty-six spirit patterns are arranged on both sides of the sword body, which is a top-level magic sword.

Eight days have passed in a blink of an eye, and in these eight days, Mi Xiaojing has concentrated on refining weapons, and finally made the first magic sword used in the foundation building period in his true sense, although it has not reached the level of a top-level magic sword, but the power is definitely not small, because his magic sword is no longer a magic sword in the real sense.

The magic sword blessed with the mantra, in addition to thunder and lightning, also has the power of the mantra, which Mi Xiaojing is very satisfied with, as for the power, it has to be tested in actual combat, but he is full of expectations for this magic sword, after all, it is a weapon for his own cultivation, and there is a natural tacit understanding between him and the magic sword.

The sword body is jet black, and the thunder spirit pattern forms a group of mysterious patterns, this pattern is extremely fine, but in the middle ridge of the sword, there is a blank, which is the vacant place left by Mi Xiaojing for his next refining, and there are three spirit patterns on both sides of the sword spine.

These three spiritual patterns are tangled together, interspersed with fine dots, and if you don't look at them with your divine sense, you won't know that they are mantra characters at all.

On the entire magic sword, it was like a big river formed by four spirit lines, extending from the hilt of the sword to the tip of the sword, and those small dots were like big fish in the river, wandering in groups in the river.

The spine of the magic sword is completely blank, revealing the essence of Lei Gangmu, and Mi Xiaojing has no choice, the rules of the spirit pattern are like this, and his ability is also like this, if he wants to increase the spirit pattern, his ability will not be able to reach it, this kind of thing cannot be forced.

Wipe the sword body with your hand, the fine thunder and lightning hit the fingertips, bursts of numbness, as if there are countless tiny ants biting, when the fingertips from the tip of the sword, between the two pulled up a slender arc, emitting a fine crackling sound.

Mi Xiaojing called Wang Weijun again, but unfortunately he still didn't get a response, he wanted Wang Weijun to taste the magic sword he had refined.

In fact, Mi Xiaojing himself didn't realize that before he knew it, he had begun to rely on Wang Weijun.

Mi Xiaojing's vigilance against Wang Weijun is also getting lower and lower, and when he encounters something, he always wants to discuss it with Wang Weijun, which is also Wang Weijun's dedication to helping him during this time, which has given Mi Xiaojing a great good impression, especially the experience of inheriting so many cultivation and refining alchemy, so that his strength has improved by leaps and bounds.

Mi Xiaojing is a grateful person, he thinks that although Wang Weijun had bad intentions at first, but with a long time of contact, he doesn't think this guy is a villain, in the final analysis, Mi Xiaojing is still a child, he is not an old fritter in the cultivation world.

Mi Xiaojing didn't know, if it weren't for the mantra to bind Wang Weijun, this guy would have succeeded, but unfortunately there is a 10,000-word mantra, even if Wang Weijun wants to make it bad, he can't do it.

Wang Weijun is like roasting on the fire, now is the critical moment to get closer to Mi Xiaojing, but he is cultivating frantically, and suddenly a huge amount of energy is extracted, which caught him off guard, and almost collapsed, forcing him to hide in the mantra to cultivate, as for Mi Xiaojing's call, he did hear it, but he did not have the strength to appear.

The most terrible thing is that Mi Xiaojing's cultivation is Xinggang Qianyuanjue, and his body is Xinggang's power, not his true qi and true yuan, he doesn't even have a place to borrow strength, otherwise, with the help of Mi Xiaojing's true qi, he may be able to stabilize the Yuanying who is close to collapse, and now no one can rely on it, so he can only rely on his own efforts.

Wang Weijun didn't even have time to curse, he practiced wholeheartedly, this person is also a strong-willed guy, even if he got to this point, he still didn't give up, fortunately, after the mantra tower extracted most of his strength, he completely fell silent, if the mantra continued to be extracted, it wouldn't be long before he completely collapsed and turned into nourishment for the mantra.

If Yuan Ying could cry, Wang Weijun would really cry to death.

Mi Xiaojing shook his head, he smiled bitterly to himself, he didn't know what happened to Wang Weijun, if he knew that he was almost collapsed by the power of the mantra, it is estimated that he would be dumbfounded.

Wang Weijun couldn't be found, and Mi Xiaojing could only appreciate the magic sword that had just been refined.

After refining this thing, it was very beautiful, Mi Xiaojing pondered for a long time, and planned to keep a low profile, and gave it an extremely ordinary, not even eye-catching name.

If it is more accurate, it is the Thunder Sword of Truth.

Mi Xiaojing got up and found that Zhang Ke, Rob, Wei Fu, Mao Tou, Da Zhu, and Mu Xiaoyin were all standing not far away.

When several people saw Mi Xiaojing get up, they immediately gathered around, Zhang Ke was holding a large plate with food in it, and he said, "Uncle Xiao, you haven't eaten for a long time......

Mi Xiaojing suddenly felt hungry, since Xiuzhen, he has eaten very little, but it doesn't mean that he won't be hungry.

"I'll eat first, and I'll talk about it later. ”

The meals are still simple, Mi Xiaojing doesn't eat meat dishes, it's not a question of whether he likes it or not, but a habit he has cultivated since childhood, and it's uncomfortable to eat meat, so in the big plate, a bowl of rice, four mixed noodles, a big bowl of fried mushrooms, a plate of cold wild vegetables, and a bowl of pickled bamboo shoots soup.

Mi Xiaojing has always eaten very quickly, eating in large gulps, drinking soup in large gulps, and eating it in a few minutes.