A cold aura was released from the long sword, and the sword body that was like autumn water was rippling with a trace of frozen air and ferocious aura that could not be concealed.

Although it is only a simulated spirit weapon, under the premise of the limit calculation of the spirit spirit, the power of this spirit weapon has been vividly displayed.

If Ying Chengfeng forged according to Zhiling's calculations and made no mistakes along the way, then the final product is likely to be this long sword.

Next to the long sword, a figure suddenly appeared, and the king was the figure of Zhiling.

It simulated a stream of true qi entering the long sword, and suddenly, the cold power spread out, and a little white starlight flashed at the tip of the sword, as if it was a small drop of water that existed in the ancient world, slowly accumulating strength, waiting for the moment of falling.

In this small droplet of water contains infinite power, and this power is not a single power, but a compound type of super power.

There is a maddening and terrifying aura in the bleak ice power, which is the result of the condensation of the power of the ice and evil qi by Win Chengfeng. In addition, there is another ability hidden in the long sword, if it is activated at the same time, it can make the power of this spiritual weapon suddenly increase several times.

Therefore, even if it was just something that he simulated, that powerful aura and power still made him feel deeply shocked.

He had such a feeling that if he really forged this spirit weapon, then no matter how Lin Feng played this time, he would have to lose Mai Cheng. Moreover, the power of this sword must be the first in the whole field, and there is no second spirit weapon or elixir that can be compared.

It's just that it's not a simple matter to successfully get this artifact out.

"I've calculated that there's only half a chance of success with this sword inscription and infusion, are you sure you want to try...... Zhiling asked.

Win Chengfeng said without hesitation: "Of course, I want to convince everyone to lose." ”

He is not a hesitant person, since he has decided to suppress Lin Feng, he naturally goes all out.

As for whether others will suffer from the pond fish disaster because of this, it is not a question for him to consider.

Taking a deep breath, Ying Chengfeng finally raised the Ming Ling Needle.

At this time, all the spirit master talents who chose to cast had already been calculated, and the work was started to be inscribed. And Win Chengfeng has not made a move until now, and it has been a lot slower than others in the starting point.

Wu Lao treated him equally on the surface, but secretly he and Lin Feng looked at him differently.

Seeing Ying Chengfeng holding the long sword, his face was sluggish, as if he had no idea where to start, and he couldn't help but wonder secretly.

A mere master-level spiritual weapon, would it be difficult for him with a demonic talent. If he really only has such a level, then unless he took the wrong medicine, how could he make a fool of himself here.

At the same time, in the hall of a certain high-level spirit tower, the eight silver-level spirit masters were paying attention to this place in a special way.

Deng Lao opened his mouth and said with a sudden smile: "Brother Feng, this is your proud disciple, haha for a master-level spiritual weapon, he has also delayed for too long." ”

The seal had already been reversed, and he sat on the chair and glanced at the other party coldly and said: "Chengfeng is not a reckless person, he must have a deep meaning in doing this." ”

Deng Lao turned his head in surprise, smiled, and said, "Brother Feng, you don't want to save face, right?" Between the old man, although this son has a good talent, but after all, he is young, and he has never been able to compare with others in terms of experience, hehe, I don't know if he can pass this time. ”

Tan Xing's brows furrowed slightly, and he said dissatisfiedly: "Brother Deng, this Ying Chengfeng is only sixteen years old, and his true qi cultivation is only eight layers. With his age and physical fitness, as long as he can forge a division-level spiritual weapon, it is already quite a remarkable thing. Hey, if the old man is not mistaken, our Tianhao City has not had a warrior-level spirit master born for more than 20 years. ”

Deng Lao's face couldn't help but blush slightly, he only cared about ridicule just now, but he forgot the most important thing.

Ying Chengfeng's age and true qi realm are here, he doesn't need to forge any shocking spiritual weapons at all, as long as he successfully makes a division-level spiritual weapon, this is already a shocking thing in itself.

Seeing the stupid look on Deng Lao's face, everyone was secretly amused.

They all knew that the sect represented by Deng Lao also sent people to participate in the assessment this time, but the results were not ideal, and one of them was eliminated in the spiritual impact level.

Compared to the two supreme geniuses that emerged from the Instrument Dao Sect this time, they couldn't raise their heads at all, so they deliberately belittled them because of jealousy at this moment.

The middle-aged beautiful woman pursed her lips and smiled, and said, "Elder Feng, this time there are two supreme geniuses in your faction, both of whom have the hope of forging a master-level spiritual weapon in the warrior realm, and the little sister is here to congratulate you first." ”

Feng Qian hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Madame is polite." ”

Although he was several times older than the other party, the interaction between spirit masters was not calculated by age and generation.

What kind of strength you have, what kind of people you can interact with. This beautiful woman's strength is unfathomable, and she is also in charge of an important department of the Spirit Tower, even if he does not dare to offend easily.

Moreover, after hearing the other party's words, there was a slight bitterness in his heart.

Wu Lao's words were in his ears, and his old man seemed to want to abduct Ying Chengfeng to be his successor. This is an unimaginable temptation, I don't know if this kid can be as firm as ever.

Because if it was to get along with each other, even he himself would not dare to say that he would be able to refuse this temptation, let alone that the feelings of the sect were far less than his deep winning wind.

The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled like a flower and said, "Elder Feng, which of your two subordinates is more optimistic?"

Feng was slightly stunned, and said: "Winning Chengfeng was brought by the old man, and he is familiar with his ability, so the old man is optimistic about him." ”

Deng Lao said sourly: "Hehe, but now it seems that his speed is the slowest of all." ”

"Slow, also means meticulous workmanship. Feng said slowly: "This disciple of mine has no other strengths, but he likes to study secret pattern spirit weapons. ”

Everyone was stunned, even Zhixing and the middle-aged beauty showed an unbelievable look.

Win Chengfeng, that's just a sixteen-year-old boy with an eighth-layer true qi.

Such a character, if he is talented, it would be a sensation to be able to forge an ordinary division-level spirit weapon. Of course, this kind of precedent is not unprecedented, although rare, but it is somewhat acceptable.

However, the Secret Pattern Artifact.

How could such a divine soldier be able to improvise with a character like him.

Brother Tan frowned slightly, and said: "Brother Feng, this is a good seedling, if it is carefully cultivated, there will definitely be a day when you will get ahead." But if he rushes too much, it won't do him any good. ”

The implication of his words is very clear, for a genius like Ying Chengfeng, it must be cultivated step by step, and he can't be allowed to contact the secret pattern spirit weapon all at once so as to develop a lofty mentality, and in the end, nothing will be achieved.

It's just that after hearing this, Feng Guo smiled bitterly in his heart.

You haven't been exposed to Win Riding the Wind, so I don't know what kind of demonic talent this kid has.

A division-level spirit weapon is a fart to him, and he can forge it even if he closes his eyes. Even those powerful secret pattern spirit weapons have a great chance of being born in his hands.

This time, Ying Chengfeng thought about it for so long before he started to do it, and it was already certain that what he was planning was definitely not an ordinary division-level spiritual weapon that was making a small fight.

However, even if he valued Ying Chengfeng as an old man, he never thought that this kid would have the audacity to hit the idea on the compound spirit weapon.

"Such as"

The middle-aged beauty suddenly exclaimed, and said, "Everyone, please see, this kid really has a set when he is inscribed." ”

Everyone's eyes were all looking towards the huge crystal ball, and in the image, even Wu Lao turned his head without hesitation, looking at Ying Chengfeng with a surprised expression.

At this time, Ying Chengfeng was holding the spirit needle and was carving the spirit pattern on the long sword in his hand.

It's a very simple action, and most of the people here are doing the same thing.

However, just when Ying Chengfeng began to engrave, those bigwigs all discovered something.

That is, Ying Chengfeng's every move seemed to be very harmonious, he seemed to have entered some kind of incredible realm, the spirit needle in his hand meandered all the way down, and the long sword in his hand was churning as if it had been turned alive.

This sword and needle seemed to have merged with his whole person into an inseparable whole, and all his movements were naturally mixed, without the slightest hindrance or pause.

When inscribed with spiritual patterns, the more carefully carved rough embryos are more and more easily and easily when they are instilled, and the quality of the spiritual inscriptions is inseparable from the quality of the finished product after instilling them.

Therefore, when comparing the strength of a spirit master, the inscription of the spirit pattern is also an important criterion.

When Win Chengfeng hesitated, everyone couldn't help but look down on him. However, at this moment, when he showed this almost perfect performance, everyone, including Deng Lao, was dumbfounded and couldn't believe it.

"What a skillful skill, over ...... How did he get it?" asked Elder Deng muttered.

Feng Jing smiled bitterly, and said secretly in his heart, you come to ask me, who will I ask.

This kind of inscription technique can also be done by chance, but it must be engraved with the spirit pattern that they are most familiar with, and the spirit pattern must not be too complicated

Of course, the effect of such a one-stop spirit pattern is extremely powerful, and if it can be successfully instilled, then at least it is a medium-grade spirit weapon.

At this moment, there was a thought in everyone's hearts that they couldn't believe.

Could it be that this old man is not lying, does that kid really have the strength to forge a secret pattern spirit weapon?

ps: In the second chapter, the European Cup has been interrupted in the past two days, but Bai He has discovered a very sad thing.

Jet lag, damn jet lag can't even go down......

Poor thing.

Let's take some comfort with a few monthly passes and referral tickets.