Luo Qingyin used the meteorite planet to pound the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice again and again.

Thanks to the incomparably hard nature of the Meteorite Planet, the originally square blade gradually flattened.

Zi Yunchen was a little stunned, and before she could understand what she was doing, she felt his breath, and said without raising her head: "Is there anything to eat?" ”

Zi Yunchen was stunned, but subconsciously took out all the edible spirit fruits from the ring, picked out the highest-grade Heavenly Punishment Fruit in it, and stretched it out to her mouth.

The black fruit is not big, and you can eat one in two bites.

Luo Qingyin opened his mouth to bite it, swallowed it directly, and immediately asked, "Is there anything else?" ”

Zi Yunchen hurriedly handed it to her again.

One feeds, one eats.

In less than a while, he ate all the ten heavenly fruits.

Luo Qingyin exhaled with satisfaction and sighed, "It's good that you're here, otherwise I'd have fainted here hungry." ”

Looking at her expression full of joy helplessly, Zi Yunchen shook his head and asked, "What are you doing with it?" Shall I help you? ”

"No, I just hammered it out." Luo Qingyin said as he slammed it down with the meteor again.

She had no formal contact with sword casting, and she didn't understand the standard sword forging techniques, but she could feel the effect of each of her blows, and slowly adjusted to the best way, so she didn't let Zi Yunchen take over, and smiled casually, "I'm forging a sword, and I can't quite see the shape yet." When I cast it, will you see if you like it or not? ”

Zi Yunchen's eyes lit up, and then a brilliant light flashed, and he said in surprise: "The sword forged for me?" ”

Luo Qingyin stopped his hand and turned his head to look at him: "Didn't I tell you before you broke through?" Since you want to cast, I will naturally cast the best one for you. ”

Zi Yunchen was overflowed with a sudden surprise.

He thought she was just talking casually.

He thought that even if she hadn't spoken casually, she wouldn't have acted so quickly.

A few days of breakthrough is just a time to open and close your eyes.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she gave him such a big surprise.

In that moment, his whole world lit up.

The ice abyss was frozen, but his heart was warm.

He lowered his eyes to look at the man who was serious about forging the sword, and an indescribable joy rose in his heart.

In his life, he has received countless surprises.

There has never been a time when he has been so moved.

A thousand words, thousands of mountains and rivers, are not as good as one of her words.

A smile slowly bloomed at the corner of his lips, and he looked at Luo Qingyin's gaze gently: "Well, I'll wait for you to cast the sword." ”

"It's not so fast, the material is too tossed." Luo Qingyin shook his head and sighed, "I didn't expect that the 10,000-year-old Xuan Ice that had been calcined with the fire of Nirvana and refined with the Drift Ice outside the sky would be so hard, I pounded it for five days, and I didn't finish half of it." ”

Zi Yunchen was stunned.

What a big deal!

A few days ago, he was shown off by her with the fire of nirvana and the drift ice outside the sky, and now, these two things have been used by her on his sword.

If it weren't for the fear of disturbing her sword forging, he would have wanted to knock her down and kiss her fiercely.

Luo Qingyin felt the ups and downs of his breath, thinking that his cultivation had not yet been consolidated, so he said: "You go and consolidate your cultivation first, and I will be able to complete it in ten days at most." ”

Zi Yunchen thought about it, leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, and then went to the side to meditate.

Luo Qingyin still used the meteorite to pound the sword one by one.

Hammered and calcined, calcined and then refined, and then hammered after refining.

Over and over again, and in a cyclical cycle.

This was originally a boring process, but Luo Qingyin enjoyed it.

Every time she felt closer to the sword in her mind, she felt a sense of accomplishment.

It was the first sword she had forged with her own hands.

This is her gift to Zi Yunchen.

As long as she can do her best, she can endure no matter how boring it is.

What's more, in the process of forging swords that seemed boring on the surface, she continued to gain the knowledge of sword forging, constantly trained her divine sense, and made her cultivation faintly increase.

Ten days later, the sword was finally formed.

The four-foot-two-inch ice sword is as thin as paper, but it is unparalleled sharp.

The only bright color of the sword body is the beating inner flame of the fire of Nirvana, and the center of the tip of the sword is marked by white snowflakes, which are the traces left by the drifting ice outside the sky.

As soon as the Xuan Qi in the palm of his palm spit slightly, the sword body emitted countless cold sword qi, and the murderous aura was suffocating.

Luo Qingyin held the sword and slapped it on the ice wall with a "snap".

The ice cracked on the ice wall, but the sword was undamaged.

Not enough, not enough......

What's not enough?

Luo Qingyin had only just started forging his sword, and he couldn't see it at all.

Just as she was about to take the sword into the Three Saints and Three Demon Tripods and let the ink monkey palm her eyes, she suddenly felt that the sky was overcast.

"The sky is condensed with thunderclouds, and Uncle Shi is about to cross the catastrophe!" Zi Yunchen, who sensed the vision, immediately flew to Luo Qingyin's side, "We still need to flash away." ”

Luo Qingyin's eyes lit up.

She knew what was wrong.

With the materials she used, the sword she forged should also have holy products.

It stands to reason that there will be a thunderstorm when the holy sword is cast, but the sword she casts does not.

Sure enough, something was missing......

Luo Qingyin's eyes showed a determined look: "I'm not leaving, I'll try it with the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder." ”

If the sword was being slashed by the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, it meant that the sword did not meet her requirements, and if it was broken, it would be broken.

If the sword can withstand the tempering of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, then, even if this sword does not attract thunder tribulation, it is enough to match Zi Yunchen!

Zi Yunchen was about to kneel down for her, and explained eagerly: "Little kitten, this is the Holy Nine Heavens Divine Thunder, even if it is a martial marquis, it has to shed a layer of skin. You have not yet cultivated to Wuhou, and your current body is ......"

Luo Qingyin shook his head and said, "It's okay, the thunder can't kill me." ”

Zi Yunchen: "......"

Where does this self-confidence come from?!

Think about it carefully, she can subdue the fire of Nirvana, can get the drift ice outside the sky, and put the fire of Nirvana and the drift ice outside the sky together in the dantian, and the dantian is not torn apart, who can do it?

With the experience of having two divine products, she should have some self-preservation ability.

Zi Yunchen gritted his teeth and agreed to his request: "No matter what, life is the most important. Gotta protect yourself, understand? ”

Luo Qingyin nodded and said reassuringly, "Don't worry, didn't I experience it once in Broken Sword Mountain?" ”

"How can you make me not worried?" Zi Yunchen resisted the urge to forcibly take her away, and said with a solemn face, "The Thunder Tribulation of the Weapon Ascension is only a piece of cake compared to the Thunder Tribulation of human sanctification, and at most it is only one-tenth of the power of the Thunder Tribulation in front of you. ”

Luo Qingyin was stunned, and couldn't help but think of the thunder tribulation he encountered in the Strange Stone Mountain Range before he arrived at Xuanfeng Academy.

At that time, she was a fourth-order martial artist, and she was ten miles away from the Thunder Tribulation, and she almost vomited blood.

Looking at the overlapping thunderclouds in the sky, Luo Qingyin immediately made a decision and said, "Let's retreat another three hundred feet." ”

Zi Yunchen breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and told her the skills of guiding thunder and refining weapons as he retreated.

Mao Dun Literature