Ling Xian confidently began the refining of the next few Xuan Ice daggers, thinking that everything would go as smoothly as before, but the reality played a huge joke on him.

The second refining, failure!

The third one, or a failure!

The two successive failures made Ling Xian a little bored, and he casually threw the dagger in his hand on the table, and kept walking around the room, thinking about the reason for the failure.

Even the lowest-level formation is composed of different symbols, its portrayal is not achieved overnight, there are many doorways in the middle, and the most important thing is at the junction of several symbols, if there is a problem there, it will cause a great obstacle to the operation of spiritual power, even if the formation is barely completed, the spiritual weapon is just a waste product.

And every time he went to this connection, Ling Xian would feel extremely awkward, and the symbols carved out were not in harmony with the entire formation, and the operation of spiritual power was even more obscure.

But Ling Xian's experience was too little after all, and no matter how he thought about it, he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

Ling Xian only felt that his breath was stuffed in his chest, but he couldn't spit it out, he walked to the window, pushed it open, and the fresh air came to his face, making him feel a little better.

It was almost dusk outside the window at this time, and the sunlight had faded from the fierce mask and softened, shining on Ling Xian's body, pulling out a long shadow behind him.

Ling Xian felt that his mind was a little clearer, and he was finally able to calm down and think about the problem.

"The formation is not a simple accumulation of lines, and the engraving of the formation is not a tracing of the formation diagram, but more importantly, the understanding of the formation diagram. ”

Shui Su's cold voice suddenly came from behind him, as if a bolt of lightning had struck Ling Xian, causing him to fall into deep thought.

Ling Xian tried hard to grasp the inspiration that flashed through his mind, but he couldn't find it.

A gust of wind blew through the flowers outside the window, rushed into Ling Xian's arms, and blew into his heart.

The dragon and snake are flying, and the rhyme is smooth.

It means that the heart moves with the heart, and the heart moves with the wind.

The lines that were originally incomparably tough under Ling Xian's hands became unusually soft, like a butterfly dancing on a dagger. There is no slightest stickiness, no more obscurity, and all that remains is incomparably hearty.

The symbol of Xuan Ao flickered on the dagger, reflecting Ling Xian's crazy dance and Shui Su's shocked gaze.

At the end of the song, Ling Xian still closed his eyes, carefully recalling the technique just now, wanting to remember more of the charm just now.

Shui Su walked to Ling Xian's side lightly, looked down at the Xuanbing dagger in his hand, and just glanced at it, and there was a thick look of shock in his eyes.

"Human-level mid-grade, how about it, not bad. ”

Ling Xian, who came back to his senses, proudly raised the dagger in his hand in front of Shui Su, although he tried his best to hide it, he couldn't hide the show off in his words.

Shui Su glanced at him with some amusement, even if she didn't count her identity as a formation master, just with her status and status, not to mention a human-level high-grade spiritual weapon, even a human-level high-grade would be difficult to enter her eyes, I don't know how many young junjie had competed with the spiritual weapon to invite her to "appreciate", but she had never disdained it.

Ling Xian may not know, maybe even if he knows, he will not care, now in his eyes, the most precious thing is the Xuanbing dagger in his hand.

People in the middle of the class!

Ling Xian quickly determined the grade of the dagger, and his mood was even more excited.

Although the middle grade of the human rank seems to be only a small improvement compared to the lower grade of the human rank, but in fact, the level division of the spirit weapon is very strict, and although the middle grade is not a world of difference compared with the lower grade, it can also be said to be a crushing advantage.

But what Ling Xian gained the most was not this human-level dagger, but the perception of the formation just now, and he also truly understood the meaning of what Shui Su said.

Ling Xian didn't feel tired at all at this time, but his spirit was even more excited, he was eager to verify what he thought, and his eyes looked at the wooden table beside him with fiery eyes.

There, the remaining daggers that have not yet been finished are still lying quietly!

......

......

The rising morning sun pierced the darkness of the sky and illuminated the room.

"Whew, it's finally done!"

Ling Xian sat down on the ground, his face full of exhaustion after a night's busyness, but only a pair of eyes were brighter than before.

Unexpectedly, it's really done!

Shui Su looked at the ten daggers on the table with some shock, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would definitely not believe that this was Ling Xiantian's masterpiece.

She looked at the man without the slightest image with complicated eyes, but her heart was mixed.

His talent, maybe it can really help me?

The thought popped up in Shui Su's heart, and although she tried hard to strangle it in the cradle, no matter how hard she tried, the thought grew like a weed in her heart.

No way.

No way!

Ling Xian suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to get a little colder, and he couldn't help but shiver.

He glanced up at the window, only to see a gust of wind blowing through the courtyard, and the sky suddenly became a little overcast.

"It's going to rain. ”

He struggled to his feet, closed the window, and shut out the wind and rain.

Sure enough, there was no longer the cold in the house.

"You have a good rest, no one will bother you here. ”

Shui Su's voice was still as emotionless as before, but Ling Xian always felt as if her tone was even colder.

Glancing at the beautiful figure standing in front of him with some confusion, he didn't see anything unusual after looking at it for a long time, but he felt the tiredness in his brain hit like a tide, Ling Xian didn't have time to think about it, nodded, and tried to get up and send Shui Su away.

Just about to get up, his body suddenly lost his strength, and he almost fell to the ground.

If there was no one in front of Ling Xian, probably he would really have to fall with a bruised nose and swollen face, but......

Ling Xian only felt that he had thrown himself into a soft body, and the faint fragrance ran down his nose and into his heart, which actually made him a little addicted.

But after all, he is not really a disciple, even if he feels the increasingly irritable aura around him, he will not really have this idea.

Ling Xian was excited, stood up straight, a little afraid to look directly at Shui Su's gaze, rubbed his nose, and said embarrassedly: "Well, I suddenly didn't have the strength just now......

After saying that, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, a cultivator would suddenly have no strength, and if he wanted to say this, he would probably be treated as a fool.

Just as Ling Xian was thinking wildly, he heard Shui Su suddenly say in a loud voice: "If you don't have anything to do, I'll leave first." ”

After speaking, without waiting for Ling Xian to reply, he walked straight out of the room.

Ling Xian looked at the departing Qianying and was speechless for a while.