I have to say that when a person has any desire in his heart, then the whole body of this person will be flawed. In order to get what Zhang Lan said she wanted to give her, Ming Yuzhu was very obedient, not only did she finish all the meals after listening to Zhang Lan's words, but she took the initiative to contract the dishwashing before Zhang Lan could speak.

After washing the dishes, Ming Yuzhu ran to Zhang Lan's side in a hurry, raised his head, and looked at him pitifully with blinking eyes:

"Brother Zhang Lan, the dishes have been washed, what about the good things you said you wanted to give me?"

"Well, I've called my brother, okay, seeing that you are so sincere, then I'll give it to you directly!"

Zhang Lan originally wanted to tease this little girl, but seeing her now, she looked like a little flower cat looking up at her master, looking very cute, and his heart couldn't help but move, and he couldn't help but take out the freshly practiced flying sword for Ming Yuzhu.

"Ah~!!"

As soon as the flying sword came out, he saw an incomparable sword intent spreading around, although the sword qi was not a giant, but it was like a needle, stabbing people's bodies with pain, Ming Yuzhu didn't realize it for a while, only felt that his whole body was pricked by needles, and it was a little stinging.

This was because Zhang Lan pressed the sword qi back, otherwise, just relying on this strange sword qi could make Ming Yuzhu feel unbearable pain, and there was no way to get close at all.

"What kind of sword is this, it's so beautiful!"

The slight tingling on his body made Deming Yuzhu think that he was just itchy, scratched on his arm, and looked at the sword in Zhang Lan's hand with straight eyes.

I saw that the sword body was relatively thin, the blade of the sword was only like a cicada's wings, so thin that it was almost transparent, although the blade was thin, but there were all kinds of exquisite patterns on it, according to Zhang Lan, it was called inscriptions, which could form a formation that had a great bonus to the attack.

The whole body of the sword is crystal green, like jade, although the hilt is one, but it seems to be finely carved, and each spiral is so perfect.

For the little girl, the power of the sword is not mentioned for the time being, and the style of the sword must be beautiful. Just by virtue of the appearance of the sword in Zhang Lan's hand, Ming Yuzhu was completely conquered, and she couldn't help it for a long time, and wanted to touch her hand towards the sword in Zhang Lan's hand.

Zhang Lan avoided the touch of the sword in her hand from Ming Yuzhu's hand, and said in her puzzled eyes:

"This sword, I call it the Flower Rain Sword, in addition to some basic abilities of the flying sword, there are also various magic circles attached to it, even if you only use internal force, you can also urge, as long as you can flexibly use the inner magic circle, the power of this sword can be brought into play, even if it is an ordinary heartbeat monk, it may not be your opponent!"

After a pause, he added, "Don't think about touching a stranger's flying sword, because that will make people think that you have bad intentions, and maybe you will cut off your hand with a backhand!"

"Oh~"

Hearing Zhang Lan say so seriously, Ming Yuzhu nodded, and retracted his hand back with some fear: "That...... Why are you going to give me this flying sword?"

"This was originally meant to be a flying sword for you, come here, drop a drop of your blood on it, and I will help you refine it, so that this Huayu Sword is yours!"

Zhang Lan said to Ming Yuzhu.

"Hey, is it just a drop of blood?"

Ming Yuzhu was secretly overjoyed, and thought what kind of price he would have to pay.

"Of course, however, dripping blood is just a small means, even the truly powerful monk magic weapon is often taken away by others, like this means of dripping blood, the flying sword is more likely to be targeted, if it is not necessary, it is better not to let people see that you have such a good thing!"

While Zhang Lan was speaking, Ming Yuzhu had already taken out the knife from the ring and slashed it lightly on his fingers, and there was no blood at first, but after a while, the blood gushed out.

She pointed her finger at Zhang Lan and said:

"Is this enough......"

Looking at the little blood bead on Ming Yuzhu's finger that was no more than the size of a bean, Zhang Lan couldn't help but roll her eyes, but still said, "Enough!"

Dripping blood to recognize the Lord is just a small means for the magic weapon. This method can make the wielder and the magic weapon blend with each other, and it is more convenient to use. For monks, even if they want to drip blood, they are also using the blood of their hearts, and the magic weapon that is truly spiritual must be held and can be used perfectly after it can be practiced.

It's like Zhang Lan's Mochizuki Sword, he hasn't refined it until now, so he can't bring out the true power of the Mochizuki Sword...... At least, there is no way to use the cultivation methods of this world, fortunately, he has the means of cultivating immortals in two worlds, the sword technique of the previous world, the sword of the world, all of which are used for it, as long as he can control it, even if he releases all the power of the Mochizuki Sword, it is no problem.

"How? Just drop it on?"

Seeing Zhang Lan roll her eyes, Ming Yuzhu was a little embarrassed, but when she thought in her heart, she didn't know how much she would have to cut, and if she cut the wound too much, it would not only hurt, but you would laugh at me for being stupid.

"Drop, how do you drip that little wound...... Paint it up......"

Holding the sword in both hands, Zhang Lan said speechlessly.

Ming Yuzhu sighed, pointed his hand at the sword body and painted it, leaving a blood mark on the green sword body.

Luo Yu Qiuming on the side had already prepared the wound medicine, and seeing that Ming Yuzhu had already smeared the blood, she walked over and applied the wound medicine to her fingers, but in the blink of an eye, the wound that was still bleeding outside was automatically healed.

Pulling Ming Yuzhu away a little, the eyes of the two girls kept staring at Zhang Lan, Luo Yu Qiuming knew that Zhang Lan was going to help Ming Yuzhu refine the flying sword, and her master helped her like this at the beginning.

And Ming Yuzhu's eyes were full of curiosity, she had never seen the process of refining the flying sword.

I saw Zhang Lan's spiritual power in both hands gathered, pouring into the body of the Huayu sword, the sword body was urged by the spiritual power, and in an instant, thousands of sword qi broke through the sword body, and it was like countless needle tips, densely packed, and the Huayu sword was wound into a needle-like sphere, and from the outside, the countless green sword qi had already covered the entire Huayu sword, and there was no sword body in sight.

"It's ...... What kind of formation can condense sword qi into needles......"

Luo Yu Qiuming's brows couldn't help frowning a little, she had never seen such a sword pattern array. At most, she had seen the kind of fire, wind-gathering, or ice-condensing formations, but those were all formations that expanded the power, and it was the first time she had seen a formation that turned the originally powerful sword qi into a needle point like this.

"It's a good idea to break the face with a point, but ...... How can we condense the sword qi that would have automatically dissipated into the surrounding area into a needle......

Although he didn't know how Zhang Lan did it, Luo Yu Qiuming knew that the sword that Zhang Lan had refined was indeed extraordinary.

Just imagine, the thousands of indestructible needle-shaped sword qi, how terrifying it should be, if the opponent doesn't pay attention, I'm afraid he will be pierced all over the body.

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