"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"Be a man!"

…

Several soldiers gathered around him, and everyone cheered Zhang Ping up. The majestic voices of the soldiers pierced the silence of the early morning.

However, as a night watch post, it is now 'off duty', and no one cares about it.

Zhang Ping silently urged the real fire. A strong will squeezes the last vestige of mental strength in the body.

Gradually, because of excessive force and intentions, Zhang Ping entered a hazy realm.

There were cheering voices all around, and the sound of slogans from one to two one came in the distance.

Everything in the world around you is reflected in the heart. Especially the long sword in the hand. Zhang Ping seemed to see the formation patterns in the long sword, the energy flowing in the formations, and the effect of his true fire and sword body.

"There's a problem here, the connection isn't smooth enough."

"The formation here is a bit light, and it needs to be re-calcined by real fire."

"The formation pattern here should be deeper, and the true qi will be smoother."

"The formation pattern is not forced, although it is feasible, and everyone basically does it. But there are many problems with doing so.

The best way to do this is to promote the natural growth of the pattern. It's so natural and smooth, and the consumption is low.

In fact, visible matter, dark matter, and dark energy have always been together. Any object is born with a certain energy channel, just like an ice crack in a crystal.

Conforming to these naturally occurring energy channels to build a formation pattern is simpler, easier, and more effective; It can also eliminate the internal stress of the material and increase the strength. ”

…

After a long time, Zhang Ping slowly opened his eyes. But the principal came, and the battalion commander Wang Feiwang also came.

At this time, everyone was quietly looking at Zhang Ping.

I just ...... Epiphany! Zhang Ping's heart flashed with enlightenment, and he looked down at the sword flowing with a faint fire on his hands.

The sword was dark overall—the result of previous calcination, and quenching when inserted into wet ground.

However, there are lines on the surface of the sword body, some of which are suspended on the sword body, some are attached to the sword body, and some seem to be submerged in the sword body.

In all the lines, there is a faint, reddish firelight flowing.

A faint scorching aura emanated from the sword's body.

Seeing Zhang Ping wake up, the principal finally slowly squatted down, picked up the long sword from Zhang Ping's hands, and observed silently.

Zhang Ping also got up and observed the surroundings.

This ordinary alloy steel sword that was originally issued by the school has completely changed. After calcination, the sword body was much more slender, and there was a faint luster of porcelain on the top and bottom of the body.

The flowing light of the fire makes it look like a dream. I don't know why, the principal faintly saw a certain 'beauty' from this flowing formation.

It's perfect beauty!

With a slight swing of the long sword, a flame sword qi burst out three inches, stabbing across the ground. A half-meter-long, charred crack appeared in the ground.

A little scorching smell permeated the tent.

Everyone looked at the ground with different expressions. The soldiers were shocked and greedy. The principal, Cheng Feng was shocked, excited, and a little confused. Wang Feiwang's tent looked at the ground and fell into deep thought.

Suddenly, Wang Feiwang said to the principal, "Can I take a look?" ”

Taking the long sword, Wang Feiwang felt it, and tore another hole in the ground, which was longer, thicker, and deeper than the headmaster's. Then he exclaimed: "The first refining weapon, not only succeeded, but also used a small spell of the lowest level of the Flame Blade to exert a little 'tearing' effect!"

I really want to keep Zhang Ping right now. ”

"Don't even think about it!" The principal finally regained his wisdom, "Zhang Ping still has a long, long way to go. ”

"I know. So I have nothing but envy and blessings. I hope to go further in the future! Camp Commander Wang patted Zhang Ping on the shoulder, turned around and left.

The moment the tent was opened, Zhang Ping saw what seemed to be a circle of long-necked spectators outside—classmates, and a handful of resting soldiers.

In the tent, after Cheng Feng checked the long sword, he gave a positive evaluation: "It has reached the level of low-level magic weapons."

Terrific. For the first time refining, ordinary alloy steel was used, and without borrowing any external force, a rudimentary Flame Blade formation was brought into full play, and it also brought a little tearing effect.

You just had an epiphany, right? ”

Zhang Ping nodded. "Thanks to the protection and support of the teachers, as well as the protection and support of the soldiers."

After the epiphany, Zhang Ping noticed a change in himself - now full of energy and no fatigue at all. And the spirit is more cohesive, stronger, and the recovery speed increases. And the spiritual power has faintly broken through a certain limit.

It's a pity that the spiritual stuff is very difficult to detect.

After the brand-new sword turned around, it returned to Zhang Ping's hand. A soldier next to him immediately smiled and said, "Zhang Ping, can you give our weapons a blessing?" ”

Zhang Ping scratched his head, "I'm willing." But I'm afraid I'll break it. This success was a fluke. ”

"No, no, no." A soldier pulled out a bunch of daggers and stabs, "Just bless us with that flaming blade." ”

Zhang Ping looked at at at least thirty daggers on the ground and stopped talking.

Can you take back the thanks you just now?

Finally, the principal spoke, "Zhang Ping, you continue to practice and fight during the day. At night, let's practice weapons, and use these to practice.

We're going to be here for about half a month. During this period, you can refine as much as you can. ”

Then, the headmaster turned to look at the soldier next to him and said, "How about we cooperate?" Zhang Ping wants to refine the weapon, and he needs various materials. You provide the materials, and Zhang Ping provides you with weapons. Of course, there is no guarantee of success. ”

"No problem!" Wang Feiwang actually came back again, "There is a shortage of everything in the army, but there is no shortage of materials." It's all over the place. Even the spiritual resources are available for free! ”

Things were just happily decided. Zhang Ping's problems with eating and practicing in the future have also been solved—completely free.

Zhang Ping rested for a while, and it was noon. Fortunately, the students practiced in the morning and fought in the afternoon. Zhang Ping's absence for half a day did not affect the training.

After lunch, Zhang Ping asked the principal in a low voice: "Teacher, Camp Chief Wang said that cultivation resources are provided for free, and refining tools are wasted casually. This one...... Is it credible? ”

The headmaster looked at the long sword on Zhang Ping's waist and said softly, "Do you know the price of a low-level magic sword?" ”

Zhang Ping scratched his head: "It's not expensive." Low-level ritual artifacts have been produced on an assembly line.

Let's talk about the consumables commonly used in flying cars: Reiki control valves. The official maintenance price is as high as 16,000 yuan, including working hours, service fees, etc.

But if it is directly wholesaled from the original factory, it is only 2,000 yuan.

If it is a regular auxiliary factory, 1200 yuan is enough, the same quality, but there is no OEM. If you can get accessories that have not been declared for tax, 900 yuan is enough.

Some vice-factories with slightly inferior quality can push the price to 600 yuan, and it is profitable. ”

Speaking of which, Zhang Ping wanted to be a powerful siege lion, but at the level of basic refining, Zhang Ping really didn't want to make money.

The headmaster shook his head, "Weapons are weapons, and they can't be equated with components. The market price of this long sword in your hand is at least 20,000 yuan. And the alloy steel longsword is less than 100 yuan. ”

With that, the headmaster left.

There was golden joy flashing in Zhang Ping's eyes.

But before Zhang Ping could savor the joy, the bronze ball suddenly appeared, condensing a drop of merit again.

Then the light of merit disappears completely. The merit of saving the black dragon was finally exhausted after holding on for three months.

Zhang Ping looked at the only 8 drops of merit, but suddenly had a faint anxiety in his heart: Where to find merit or opportunity next?