When Su Tong heard Han Bing's words, she noticed that Han Bing had an extra silver-white strange longbow in her hand, and her eyes were immediately attracted by the longbow as well.

"This is—" Su Tong's gaze at the longbow showed a look of horror.

"The one obtained from the ground is called the Silver Moon Bow," Han Bing looked the bow up and down, and said, "I think, it should belong to the sixth grade, the holy rank magic weapon." ”

As soon as Han Bing finished speaking, he heard an exclamation, and when he turned his head, he found that the three of them were dumbfounded.

"Ahem-" Su Tong's mouth was a little dry, "Holy Rank Magic Weapon!" This was too shocking to her, plus the Death Tripod that Han Bing had given her before, she had already seen two Saint-level magic weapons in just ten years, how could this not shock her. Even she was like this, not to mention the uncle and nephew of the Luo clan who had never even heard of the Holy Rank magic weapon.

Gradually, there was a scorching heat in Han Bing's hand holding the bow, and this scorching heat made him feel quite uncomfortable. Han Bing's brows furrowed slightly, it seems that the owner of this bow is a fire attribute monk, and the time that has made this bow for a long time naturally makes the bow have a certain repulsive effect on the ice type monks.

Han Bing's right hand was lightly raised, the spiritual power in his body was lightly exhaled, the cold breath erupted, and he leaned less, and a layer of fine ice crystals condensed on the grip of the bow, which gradually grew, and finally covered the entire bow body, and even the bowstring was covered with a thin layer.

Even so, Han Bing could still feel the discomfort from the grip. It seems that more sacrifices and refinements are needed, Han Bing has an idea in his heart, and he put the Silver Moon Bow into the acceptance ring, and then he looks up at the three of them.

When the three of them saw Han Bing's gaze, their bodies trembled, even Su Tong, she looked at Han Bing blankly, speechless.

Luo Yike was beside Su Tong, gently tugged at her sleeve, and whispered a little timidly: "Master." ”

"Master?" Han Bing was stunned for a moment, looking Luo Yi up and down, when he looked at Luo Yi, the other party was even more timid, and his body involuntarily moved behind Su Tong. "Senior sister has a new disciple?" Han Bing withdrew his gaze from Luo Yi and landed on Su Tong.

"It's just a named disciple. Su Tong replied.

Luo Yi was also quite surprised when she heard Han Bing call her senior sister, she obviously felt that Han Bing's cultivation was much more terrifying than her own master.

"Senior sister, how about I want to stay here for a while?" Han Bing nodded, just accepting a disciple, he didn't care.

"If you want to stay, then- listen to you. Su Tong smiled awkwardly and said, "Also, in the future, just call me Su Tong, don't call me Senior Sister anymore." ”

Han Bing understood what Su Tong was thinking, so he no longer insisted on it. After a little thought, he took out a bag from the ring, took a few steps forward, and put it in Su Tong's hand.

"What is this?" asked Su Tong.

"Some spirit stones, give them to Senior Sister. Hehe, it's easy to call my senior sister smooth, and it's hard to change it for a while. Han Bing said with a smile.

Su Tong opened the bag, took a look, and saw that there were tens of thousands of spirit stones in it, and she was secretly shocked in her heart, she glanced at Han Bing, presumably this guy must be so rich that he didn't accept it for nothing, of course, she would no longer wishfully think that Han Bing had a love for herself and was courteous about nothing.

At night, Han Bing found a mountain bag nearby and easily dug out a cave.

Inside the cave, Han Bing finished breathing and couldn't wait to start using his own Yuan Body to nourish and refine the Silver Moon Bow. In his hand, the only weapon that he could use now was the soul-level magic weapon obtained from the Cloud Mist Sect, the Cloud Chasing Staff, which was really shabby. Going to the Nether Spring to compete for the Nether Flame must be dangerous and abnormal, and he must be well prepared.

However, things were not as smooth as Han Bing imagined, less than an hour after the sacrifice began, the sudden change occurred, and the originally calm Silver Moon Bow suddenly trembled, emitting a light and crisp buzz, just when Han Bing was surprised, the bow body flashed a fluorescence, and then, an illusory figure appeared out of thin air.

Han Bing looked at the phantom figure in front of him in surprise, and from the blurred image, he could make out that it was the figure of a woman. After the phantom appeared, it gradually solidified, and after only a few breaths, it became clear, and finally turned into the figure of a woman in white.

"Machine Spirit?" Han Bing's eyes shone brightly, and after probing the woman's breath, he shouted.

The woman seemed to hear Han Bing's words, her brows spread slightly, her beautiful eyes slowly opened, and some sloppy eyes fell on Han Bing's face, and her eyes showed confusion.

"Machine spirit?" the woman repeated Han Bing's words faintly, the voice not like a human voice, but more like a tremor from the depths of the soul.

"Machine Spirit ......," the woman repeated to herself. After a long time, she suddenly moved, her eyes regained a trace of clarity, and her gaze turned to Han Bing again, "I'm not a machine spirit ......"

"Isn't it a machine spirit?" Han Bing's eyes widened, and suddenly, his heart shook wildly, and he thought of a possibility, "Could it be that you are a female cultivator trapped by that formation?" Han Bing was shocked.

After hearing Han Bing's words, the clear color in the woman's eyes was even worse, she remained silent, and at a certain moment, her body suddenly moved, and she swept rapidly in the direction of the outside of the cave.

"Wait. Han Bing reacted, and with an instinctive wave of his right hand, a wall of ice suddenly appeared, sealing the entrance of the cave in time.

The woman's direction was blocked, and she rushed around, and she was in a hurry.

Han Bing also roughly figured out the current situation at this time, this woman, most likely, as he guessed, was the person who was sealed by that formation, but she didn't know what method she used, and before she died, she forcibly fused a wisp of her soul into the Silver Moon Bow, so that she was able to save a trace of vitality.

"No wonder, as far as I know, saint-level magic weapons will not produce machine spirits, unless the grade reaches the god level. Han Bing chuckled. He didn't dare to let go of this person easily, since she had already integrated into the Silver Moon Bow, then, she would be a weapon spirit in peace, so as to greatly increase the attributes of the magic weapon.

"Let me out!" the woman roared, her face showing fear, and her figure quickly scurryed between the walls of the cave, looking for possible exits.

"You're already the spirit of this Silver Moon Bow, I can't let you go. Han Bing said calmly. Let the woman fly up and down.

"Don't you think about it!" the woman stopped and retreated far away to a corner of the cave, glaring at Han Bing hatefully.

"Then tell me, who are you, and why were you sealed by that formation?" Han Bing asked.

The woman probably also saw that with her current ability, she couldn't get rid of the shackles of the person in front of her, so she sighed lightly, with a look of remembrance in her eyes, and muttered to herself: "Who am I? Why was I sealed by the formation?"

Han Bing didn't bother her either, this machine spirit had just woken up, and it was inevitable that he would be delirious, so he had the patience to wait.