At first, the two sides remained in a primitive state, the fire of Nirvana was a small firebird, and the drift ice outside the sky was ice crystals.

With the escalation of the battle, the fire of Nirvana turned into a fire phoenix, the drifting ice outside the sky turned into an ice dragon, the dragon grabbed the phoenix and fought, each time it became more and more fierce, she didn't need to take the initiative to forge her body, nor did she need to take the initiative to forge her soul, and her body became stronger and stronger day by day.

She estimated that in less than a year, her body and divine soul would be able to reach the level of a martial god!

At the same time, Zi Yunchen's accumulation was enough, but some time ago, he was worried about her safety under the ice abyss and was unable to break through, but now that she has returned, he is practicing swords as soon as possible.

If you practice the sword to warm up, you can enter the retreat and break through.

Luo Qingyin sat on the petal boat with one hand on his cheeks, admiring his Feiyan-like swordsmanship with great interest, and the silver sword light waved a brilliant curtain of light, stirring up broken ice.

Suddenly, she frowned slightly: "Little goblin, what's wrong with your sword?" ”

Zi Yunchen's movements paused slightly, a streamer flashed from the tip of the sword, he looked at the sword body, and wondered: "Is there any problem?" ”

When he practiced the sword, the speed was extremely fast, the light was shining, she couldn't see clearly, and now when she stopped, the scars on the sword body could not be hidden, and the original place was revealed.

She had known him for so many years, but she didn't know that his sword was so broken.

Luo Qingyin felt a little embarrassed in his heart, and pointed to the sword: "Your sword is very badly worn. ”

The corners of Zi Yunchen's lips hooked slightly, revealing a faint smile: "This sword is called Yinguang, it was given by the master when he practiced swords at the age of five, and he was ignorant when he was a child. ”

Luo Qingyin: "......"

More than ten years have passed, and he hasn't changed!

Probably because she was too surprised by her expression, Zi Yunchen explained again, "It's easy to use, and I haven't thought about changing it." ”

Luo Qingyin shook his head with a smile, remembering the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing he had taken back from the bottom of the ice abyss, his lips opened slightly, and he asked, "Shall I cast a sword for you?" ”

Zi Yunchen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes flowed: "Really? ”

Luo Qingyin replied cleanly: "Of course." ”

Zi Yunchen laughed: "I'll wait." ”

After that, Zi Yunchen went to retreat to break through, Luo Qingyin did it as soon as he thought about it, took out the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing from the small blessing bag, and began to think about what kind of sword to cast for him.

He had bothered to find so many swords for her when her blue water spirit sword broke, but he had been using the sword he had used to play with chopping when he was a child, and she was moved and just wanted to do something for him.

Forge a sword with your own hands.

She hadn't learned how to forge a sword, but she understood what it meant to him.

In the seven thousand feet of ice abyss, in the monotonous color of only ice blue, Zi Yunchen's noble purple dress occupied all her sight.

He wanted to forge a sword worthy of his identity.

His Royal Highness King Rui Zi Yunchen, the apprentice of the old man of the lake, the future Great Yan God Emperor!

I want to forge a sword worthy of his temperament.

When dealing with the enemy, he is ruthless and rebellious;

When dealing with friends, uninhibited and uninhibited;

When to her, always gentle.

He wanted to forge a sword that would keep him in his hand forever.

In the face of adversity, it can maintain the sonorous strength of the sword heart.

In good times, you can keep your eyes far away.

Zi Yunchen was born to be with the sword!

She wants to forge a sword for him!

However, the ideal is beautiful, and the reality is skinny.

Looking at the condensed 10,000-year-old Xuanbing, she found that she didn't know where to start!

Sure enough, do you still have to learn refining tools in advance?

Luo Qingyin entered the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods with a black face, and called out the ink monkey who didn't know where to hide and steal the spirit grass: "Do you know how to refine weapons?" ”

"Of course!" The ink monkey said with a look of anger, "Among the previous masters, four of them are refiners, and the one with the highest attainment has reached the level of an instrument immortal, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin was pleasantly surprised: "Great, you tell me how to forge a sword." ”

"I won't say it." The ink monkey plucked a blue lotus flower and stuffed it into his mouth, pointed to the three halls side by side in the distance and said, "The temple is there, can't you just go and see it yourself?" ”

Luo Qingyin turned his face abruptly.

She almost forgot that there was still a temple in the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods!

Picking up the ink monkey, Luo Qingyin walked quickly to the door of the temple hall.

The temple is located in the middle of the Fu Temple and the Dan Temple, and the door is also engraved with the information of the temple.

Hall Master: Qian Qiangqiang

Achievement: Instrument Saint

There are three requirements to enter this temple:

1. Apprenticeship!

Second, the talent test can at least take out the black ball!

3. No surname money!

The date of payment is 1,000 years ago.

Require a recessed handprint underneath.

These three requirements are much simpler than the requirements of plain red.

She didn't have any problems with the second and third items.

But she can't get over this apprenticeship.

Luo Qingyin sighed: "Forget it, I'll dig a hole at the foot of the wall and get in, if you don't give it to me, I'll steal it." ”

"Out of breath." The ink monkey glanced at her with disdain, scratched his butt and said, "Isn't it apprenticeship?" Creak. ”

After speaking, its body shook, and its body lit up with golden light, and under Luo Qingyin's puzzled gaze, a paw slapped on the groove of the handprint.

Is it really good to have such a child's play?

Just as I was about to complain, the door of the temple opened!

Luo Qingyin: "......"

It's really such a child's play!

The ink monkey shook its body, returned to the appearance of the black and non-slippery ink monkey, and swaggered into the hall.

The hall of the instrument saint is very different from the hall of the Dan saint, and the hall of the instrument saint has only three parts: the refining room, the material room and the classic room, and there is not even a door.

Without saying a word, the ink monkey swept towards the classic room, Luo Qingyin followed behind, and when he passed by the refining room, he glanced inside, and there was a large fire pit inside!

Is this really a temple of holiness?

The ink monkey flipped through the classics room, took out a codex of the Instrument Saint and threw it into her arms: "If you still don't understand it after reading it, just read all the classics here, squeak." ”

Luo Qingyin didn't expect it to be able to teach it hand-in-hand, so he took the codex and neatly withdrew from the Three Saints and Three Demon Ding.

Turn the first page of the Codex, and there is only one sentence on it: materials have spirit, and if you take them seriously, they will be presented to you in the best possible way.

Luo Qingyin raised his eyebrows.

can say this, this seemingly informal instrument saint is extraordinary!

Moreover, after seeing this sentence, she understood what she needed to do to forge a sword.

Flipping the codex to the back, Luo Qingyin showed a smile on the corner of his lips, picked up the 10,000-year-old Xuanbing placed on the petal boat, and began to forge the sword.

The first step in forging a sword is to purify the material.

This step must be done with the fire of Nirvana.

At first, Luo Qingyin was worried that the fire of Nirvana would melt the 10,000-year-old ice into water, but it turned out that the fire of Nirvana was no longer the irascible firebird that burned everything by accident.

Mao Dun Literature