A roaring fire with a tinge of cyan burned in the Green Dragon Refining Furnace, and the scorching flames continued to devour, refining an iron sword that had burned beyond its face.

In front of the forging furnace, Xiao Hanyan pinched it with one hand, his lips silently recited the term, and a small opening was made in his fingertips, and bright red blood droplets flew into the copper lid of the Ding furnace that was slightly opened.

The scorching temperature continued to rise, and the heat on the porcelain-white cheeks had already suffocated a touch of powder, Xiao Hanxue's eyes were rigorous, and his smooth and full forehead had been provoked by the scorching fire with a thin layer of sweat.

His hands flew over, and he injected the last spiritual power into the furnace, "Heaven and earth bless my sect, the root of ten thousand qi sources, it has been refined a thousand times, and the merit will be accomplished!"

The beautiful snow eyes were closely watching the Qinglian bathing fire in the furnace gradually transform into the light of the stars left after being absorbed by the sword body, and the light that suddenly appeared when it was extinguished, and with a loud "bang", the Qinglong Refining and Casting Furnace, which had been used for hundreds of years, ended its life today.

The entire Qi Sect was shaken.

The disciples of the five main peaks were stunned at the same time, and they all looked in the direction where the explosion sound occurred.

Xiao Hanyan was directly shocked back by the force of the furnace before stopping, her eyes were gray, and she patted the dust that flew over her body and stained her clothes.

The smoke cleared, and a sword with purple light flew towards her.

Xiao Hanyan reached out and held the hilt of the sword and laid it flat in front of him.

The sword is three feet long, and the fingertips caress the slightly hot sword body, and the uneven complex lines cover the entire sword, which is simple and mysterious.

Now after the Qinglian bath in fire and tempering, a little purple crystal light flashes in the middle of the sharp blade like a mirror, flickering and disappearing, as if the blazing sword qi is circulating, and it seems that there is a hidden murderous aura bursting out at all times.

It is really a rare sword......

This sword was scavenged by her from Qingyun's old thief, and she took it out to refine the blade when she was free today.

Xiao Hanyan was looking at the sword in his hand, and he didn't notice at all that Elder Qingsong, who had been rushed by the fluctuations, saw the debris all over the ground, and he was so distressed that the wrinkles on his face squeezed out his facial features.

Trembling with his hand, he picked up a few broken pieces, "The old man's precious Ding Furnace!" Why did it break like this, and how good is that! ”

While howling, he glanced at Xiao Hanyan with his peripheral vision.

Xiao Hanyan carried the sword and looked at Elder Qingsong: "Elder, this furnace has been used for a long time, it is not strong, and if it is broken, it will be broken, so there is no need to be so sad." ”

"How can this be reasonable, this Ding furnace is refined by Xiyizi's predecessors, it is a rare refining weapon, the old man has used it for so long, and it is not broken!" When Elder Qingsong heard Xiao Hanyan say that his things were not durable, he was immediately unhappy.

Xiao Hanyan looked at Elder Qingsong as if he was going to accompany me with something, and thought to himself that he had indeed broken the Elder's Ding Furnace in order to practice the sword, and it seemed that the Sword Peak had this special Ding Furnace on the sword casting platform that could use Qinglian Bathing Fire.

"It's the wrong operation of this seat, and the usage is too strong, Elder Qingsong, please forgive me." Xiao Hanyan looked apologetic and said in harmony.

Elder Qingsong still squatted on the ground and picked up the fragments that were shattered, and muttered: "The old man is not to blame the sect master, but the entire sect of this Ding furnace is only one, and the old man is just ......a pity."

Xiao Hanyan rolled his eyes, and the old man came again.

I only heard Elder Qingsong wipe his "tears" with Xiao Han's cigarette on his back and said: "The sect has been short of materials in recent years, and the old man is such a treasure, and now he is martyred again, if he wants to refine a magic weapon for his disciple in the future, it will be difficult." ”

“……”

"Before, this seat broke a glass pill for you, and the elder also held the pile of broken porcelain and said that it was one of your few treasures." Xiao Hanyan ruthlessly pierced Elder Qingsong.

Elder Qingsong paused, stood up with a few fragments in his hand, and looked at Xiao Hanyan stubbornly: "The old man has always liked things that have been used for a long time, after all, he has feelings, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he has a treasure!" ”

Seeing that his fat body was already blocking the door, Xiao Hanyan was helpless: "If the elder has anything to say, just say it, just listen to it." ”

When Elder Qingsong heard this, he immediately smiled, and the scorched black fragments that he had been grasping in his hand threw them to the left and right without hesitation, and said Cancan: "The old man heard that there will be a grand trade fair in Vermilion Bird City in a few days, and the old man already has the admission token, is this it...... I have to help the sect master. ”

His hands were raised, the tips of his thumb and index finger kept rubbing together, and Elder Qingsong's eyes lit up.

At the end of Xiao Hanyan's sword hilt, he pushed away Elder Qingsong's hand in front of him, and his eyes were clear: "The Hall of Elders is now in charge of expenses, why doesn't Elder Qingsong have any money?" ”

Hearing this, Elder Qingsong's face collapsed.

Retracted his hand and touched the dust in the crook of his arm, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "This month, it is Qingyue's turn to be in charge, the old man and Qingyue's disagreement quarreled yesterday, he refused to approve the extra money to the old man, Qingzhi didn't speak, and the old man is now ...... hand."

Xiao Hanyan raised his hand to signal that he didn't need to say anything.

"There are not many spirit stones on this seat, so the elder should use them first." One of the storage bags he had brought with him had been removed, and he threw it at Elder Qingsong without hesitation.

The green velvet silk sac in his hand, which was only half the size of a fist, was bulging, and he didn't need to open it to know how big the spirit stone inside was, and Elder Qingsong grinned with a look of triumph.

But he was embarrassed on his face: "Let the sect master break the bank, the old man really doesn't dare to be it, if the other two elders know that the old man has spent the sect master's hard-earned spirit stones, he will have to be angry with the old man again." ”

The potential meaning is to let Xiao Hanyan not tell others that he took the sect master's spirit stone to Suzaku City to work hard.

Otherwise, every time you return with a full load, you will be divided up by blocking the road.

It's really infuriating to him.

As he spoke, he tucked the storage bag containing the spirit stones into the wide robe.

"The elder also knows that it's embarrassing to spend the money of this seat, every time this seat comes to talk about Sword Peak, what is used and what is bad."

Xiao Hanyan sneered, and didn't bother to tell him: "This seat doesn't have time to pay attention to your trivial things, the elder's magic weapon here is too fragile, so it's better for this seat to come less." ”

After saying that, he raised his feet and left.

"Don't, Sect Master!" When Qing Song heard this, he trotted to follow with the storage bag in his wide sleeve.

"The old man's alchemy furnace sect master hasn't used it yet, you can give it a try, it is guaranteed to be durable!"

Qing Song chased him outside the door, and he couldn't see the smoky blue figure anymore.

sighed melancholy, it seems that this time the sect master was too ruthless, and the spirit stones in the future are not enough to spend, where can I get it.

The things in the sleeves were heavy, and the bright eyes of the green pine narrowed.

Snooped left and right, dodged a few disciples who were usually very strict, slipped back to his dormitory and opened the bag, and the smile on Elder Qingsong's face couldn't be hidden.

There are 200 million purple gold spirit stones!

"Now it's possible to win the Ten Fang Quenching Spirit Yuan Ding!" He covered his mouth to try not to laugh.

Xiao Hanyan had just been pitted by Elder Qingsong, and he was no longer surprised.

The previous economic depression in the sect, she has been throttling expenses since she first took office, and Elder Qingsong is a well-known wealthy businessman, who has a good way of holding money, and uses the least amount of money to mine a lot of materials for the sect.

Now that the sect is rich, Elder Qingsong is the most obsessed with magic weapons among the elders, and all the spirit stones that are distributed every month are put into the bidding of major trading houses.

However, the things he bought back were all conducive to the cultivation of his disciples, so Xiao Hanyan closed his eyes and tossed with him.

As soon as Xiao Hanyan went back, he summoned the only four disciples on Yunhe Peak at the gate of the Purple Cloud Palace.

The warm sun was shining, Xiao Hanyan stood at the door of the hall, and with a wave of his jade hand, a simple light sword with purple gas appeared in front of him.

As soon as the sword body appeared, the four disciples standing in a row all felt the awe-inspiring sword aura coming from that sword.

Bei Mingxiu looked at the sword, and his gaze froze.

Zixiao Sword ......

"The name of this sword is Zixiao, it is forged and tempered by the Qinglian Hell Fire, the sword is more than three feet long, and it contains a heroic and righteous qi, slashing evil ghosts and ghosts, and killing treacherous villains, the power of Zixiao Sword is extraordinary, but it is also a spiritual thing, and you need to choose the master." Xiao Hanyan's stunning face smiled.

As soon as her words came out, several disciples standing side by side felt strange in their hearts, their faces were full of excitement, and they all rushed to speak first.

"Sect Master, do you mean that if this Zixiao Sword chooses one of us, it means that that person is the owner of this sword?" That is, Mo Jun was the first to seize the right to speak.

Xiao Hanyan nodded: "Yes, when the Zixiao Sword was refined, a drop of essence blood passed through the seat, which endowed it with spirituality, which is different from the magic weapon that needs to sign a contract, only the sword spirit needs to choose a master he likes according to his own wishes." ”

"Sword Spirit? Sect Master, what is a sword spirit? Leng Qingshuang heard unfamiliar words and didn't understand them.

Although Li Yunshen didn't speak, his eyes were also looking at Xiao Hanyan, obviously waiting for her next step.

Bei Ming Cultivator didn't say a word, Xiao Hanyan looked at him, and quickly looked away.

Mo Han's gaze was like a cool breeze blowing, chilling his mind, and the Northern Meditation Cultivation had a relief of suffering.

"Each weapon and magic weapon, after being affected by spiritual power for a long time, will form a unique and conscious power that belongs to the weapon, and once this power is formed, it will accompany the sword body forever until it falls, this is the sword spirit that I just talked about."

It's not that Li Yunshen doesn't want this sword to choose himself, but that they are not very high in cultivation, and I am afraid that this Zixiao Sword will not look down on them......

So he continued: "Sect Master, since this Zixiao Sword is so precious, why don't you let it choose the master in front of the entire sect?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

The Zixiao Sword is precious, and the sect master can take it out and let it choose the master among the four of them, he already thinks that they are not bad, and now that he says this, doesn't it mean that he can't do it?

Jimo Jun held back his anger, poked Li Yunshen with his elbow, and scolded this big fool in his heart, the sect master said that the sword was conscious, and he even said such things in front of Zixiao Sword.

Xiao Hanyan didn't respond to Li Yunshen, his gaze swept to the rest of the people, and he stretched out his hand to push the Zixiao Sword flying in mid-air forward.

Zixiao Sword seemed to hesitate, not daring to step forward, and an invisible force behind it was pushed towards it.

The purple light suddenly appeared, and the brilliance bloomed in an instant, as if there was a consciousness guiding the Zixiao Sword past.

Bei Ming Xiu looked at the Zixiao Sword standing in front of him in a daze, as if he was in another world.

At the beginning, it suddenly chose himself as the master in front of the disciples of the whole sect, and accompanied him in the rest of his cultivation career.

Until he sacrificed his body, the sword body was broken, and the spiritual power was scattered between heaven and earth......

There was a rare breath on its body that was familiar to him, and the Northern Cultivator resolutely reached out and held it.

"This ......" The other three were surprised that Zixiao Sword didn't hesitate to choose their youngest Northern Meditation Cultivator.

You must know that the Northern Immortal Cultivator is about to leave the Qi Sect, if this sword is given to him......

There was an indescribable complication in the hearts of several people, and Li Yunshen looked at the Bei Ming Cultivator's shuriken, and a little unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Hanyan's face was as usual, but his heart was already turbulent, Zixiao Sword just had spiritual sense, like a child, he would only subconsciously choose a disciple with high cultivation, not to mention in his previous life, now the Northern Darkness Cultivation is not as good as Li Yunshen in any point, but why did Zixiao Sword choose him alone?

Is it really providential...... It is like a fixed number in the dark, and it has not changed in the past life.

Bei Mingxiu touched the sword body, the sword spirit seemed to be sensitive, the sword body became hotter, and the complex lines between the two blades were like broken stars.

A long-lost sense of intimacy came to his heart, and his dark and deep eyes looked at Xiao Hanyan: "Sect Master, this sword seems to like the disciple very much." ”