After Mu Xi and Wen Ya returned to the villa with a swollen nose, they were scolded by Shen Hao.

This battle was too dangerous, although it was easy for the curtain to say, but it is not difficult to see from the injuries on her body that she experienced a hard battle.

Shen Hao could only agree to Wen Ya to stay, after all, after such a long time, she had not even stepped into the spiritual realm yet, and staying was just for Mu Xi to guide her to cultivate.

With Wenya, Shen Hao lacked any materials for refining the weapon next, as long as he told her, someone would send it that afternoon, and the work efficiency was extremely high.

Three days later, in the early morning, snowflakes fell in the sky, and it actually snowed in the cold winter, which was really a bit unusual in the imperial capital.

Shen Hao got up early and sat down cross-legged in front of the refining ding, after these days of practice, his success rate was already very high, so he was ready to refine the Yin and Yang Xuantie today.

"This time it will definitely be successful, it is only half a month before the enrollment of the Martial Arts Association, and it can't be delayed any longer."

Shen Hao took a deep breath of cool air, lit the spiritual fire, and began to warm the stove.

After a while, the spiritual fire burned the tripod red, and all the snowflakes around the ten meters melted on their own, just like summer.

Shen Hao carefully put the Yin Yang Xuaniron into the furnace, and then as long as he waited for the Yin Yang Xuaniron to melt, he would create the shape he wanted, and the formation pattern would be considered a success.

In the villa, Mu Xi and Wen Ya stood on the balcony on the second floor, looking intently at Shen Hao, who was refining weapons.

After the last battle, Mu Xi successfully raised his cultivation to the late stage of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, and Wen Ya also officially stepped into the early stage of the Spiritual Consciousness Realm, and knew that he was a cultivator who was more powerful than a martial artist.

Whether it is the martial arts world or the cultivation world, there is a detailed classification of weapons.

The division between the two was surprisingly consistent, which made Shen Hao feel that martial arts might have evolved from cultivation exercises.

The lowest level of weapons is mortal iron, followed by treasures, magic weapons, spiritual weapons, artifacts, etc.

Each stage is divided into four levels, which are beginner, intermediate, advanced, and top.

What Shen Hao wants to refine is the initial treasure weapon, and the plasticity of the Yin and Yang Xuantie is extremely strong, and there is infinite room for growth, so he will choose to start refining the weapon now.

"Condensation, rise!"

After a while, Shen Hao let out a low snort, only to see a seven-foot long sword flying out of the ding, but he didn't rush to carve the formation, because there was still a sword about to take shape.

"Brother Shen refining two weapons at once, won't it be too difficult?" Wen Ya's face was melancholy, worried about the fryer, after all, it has not been fried in the past few days.

Mu Xi clasped his hands on his shoulders, the twin peaks were complete, and said with a smile: "He should be sure that he will do this..."

Before the words fell, Shen Hao slapped the furnace ding, and a long sword flew out on its own, and then he began to carve the formation pattern on the sword body.

As long as the formation pattern is successfully carved, then these two long swords are at the level of primary treasure weapons.

Although Shen Hao didn't like the formation, he had practiced many times before, and he cared about being familiar with the road, so there was no accident this time, and with the sound of two swords, the formation pattern was depicted.

Mu Xi jumped down from the second floor, picked up one of them, stroked it gently, the sword body trembled slightly, she seemed to feel something, pierced her fingertips and dripped a drop of blood on the sword, and said softly: "Treading snow." ”

Shen Hao raised his eyebrows, his spiritual sense was powerful, and he vaguely felt that at this moment, the curtain seemed to be one with the sword.

"Snow Sword, good name." Shen Hao looked at the sword in his hand, also dripped a drop of blood, and said with a smile: "Since that's the case, then call you the Flying Frost Sword." ”

"Frost flies in March, and there is no trace of snow treading, but it is also suitable for the occasion." Wen Ya stood aside and chuckled.

Shen Hao and Mu Xi glanced at each other, and suddenly danced the sword in their hands, and the two got closer and closer, sometimes back to back, sometimes side by side.

Gradually, the speed at which the two of them danced their swords became faster and faster, and a yin and yang diagram appeared under their feet, and the sword in their hands also flashed with wisps of sword light, and a trace of sword qi appeared.

Wenya was stunned, and she didn't know what to say for a while.

After a stick of incense, the two stopped, each sitting cross-legged on the ground, digesting the feeling just now.

There was not a single snowflake around Shen Hao's location, and there was snow under him where the curtain was located.

If you look down from above, the two of them seem to be sitting in a yin-yang diagram.

After a while, Shen Hao was the first to open his eyes, his right hand clenched into a fist, a smile appeared on his handsome face, and he whispered, "It's not far from the late stage of the Destiny Land Realm." ”

"I actually broke through to the peak of the Spirit Sense Realm?!" Mu Xi opened his eyes, his eyes full of surprise, after all, he had just broken through.

Shen Hao glanced at her and said, "It may be that the perception just now made you further absorb the dragon's blood, by the way, just now I found a hidden spirit vein, which is on the arm of my right hand." ”

"I found it too, but I didn't find it completely, it seems that the spiritual sense is not strong enough." Mu Xi sighed.

When Wen Ya was dancing the sword, she had already returned to the room and began to cultivate, and her mentality had quietly changed.

......

Time flies, always slipping through your fingers without even noticing.

Half a month has passed in a blink of an eye, and today is the day of enrollment of the Martial Arts Association, Shen Hao, Wen Ya and Gu Zixu, and the four of them, headed towards the Himalayas, the assessment location announced by the Martial Arts Association.

Shen Hao also asked his parents if they wanted to participate in the assessment together, after all, they had the opportunity to enter the curtain and go to the real martial arts world.

But the four of them refused, they were used to the current life, cultivation was just a part of life, and they were unwilling to toss.

Shen Hao didn't insist too much and followed the ideas of his elders.

During this time, Gu Zixu's cultivation did not fall, and he successfully opened up his own life land and became the second life land realm monk after Shen Hao.

Mu Xi can actually choose to break through and open up the life land, but she is ready to cultivate her strength to break through the limit, and then choose to break through.

The progress of Wen Ya's cultivation was a little slower, and he had just entered the late stage of the Spirit Consciousness Realm.

The Himalayas are meandering, and the mountains are even more wonderful against the background of the mist, like a graceful girl walking between heaven and earth outside the screen window.

When the four of them came to the Himalayas, they found that many people had already arrived here first, after all, it was the day of enrollment of the Martial Arts Association, and it could be said that all the strong people under the age of forty outside the curtain were gathered.

Shen Hao roughly counted that there were at least thousands of people here.

The crowd is in a man-made jade square, and there is a huge stone in front of it, on which is engraved a big "Wu" character, giving people a sense of majesty.

At the bottom of the boulder there was a high platform, on which sat five old men, their breath like the sea, their eyes closed, and their silver robes as if they were one with their surroundings.

These five people represent China, the island country, the rice country, the three kingdoms of Argentina and the empire on which the sun never sets.

Shen Hao and the four of them found a marginal position and sat down, waiting quietly.

After a while, some Buhongchen warriors in white plain clothes walked out from behind the boulder, they were all disciples of the Martial Arts Association, and they were responsible for taking away everyone's electronic products.