Uncle Xu's eyes flashed at night, and the whole person looked at the things in Xiao Jianxiu's hand in a trance, motionless.

"Hey, hey," Jiang Suju was tired and urged a few times.

Fang Zheyou reached out to cover his mouth.

？？？

"He had an epiphany, don't interfere with him."

？？？ That's when he had an epiphany???

Jiang Su didn't understand and was shocked, she felt as if she had cheated on him!

But if it's just a fantasy, it doesn't matter. After all, the fact has already happened, even if he uses Wang Jia's body to commit suicide now, Wang Jia outside is still alive.

She and Fang Zhe protected Uncle Xu at night, which lasted for seven days and seven nights.

The sky revealed a touch of fish belly white, and the young man in white slowly opened his eyes and spit out a breath of turbid air towards the east.

At this time, his eyes were blazing, and he looked at everything around him with an inexplicable desire to open the furnace for refining.

He hugged Jiang Su's wooden sword.

"Eh, little sword cultivator, give me your wooden sword, and I'll refine it for you!"

Jiang Su looked nervous, clutched his sword, and even used his leg to pin away from this extremely excited person.

"Let go, don't let me kick you...... I'm a sword cultivator, I can't live without a sword, you're robbing my life! ”

Jiang Su struggled to look at Fang Zhe, his eyes were dark, his mouth was pouting, and he was pitiful.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, Fang Zhi suddenly made a move and pulled the sword in Xiao Jianxiu's hand to his junior brother.

“……”

Jiang Su looked at Fang Zhe in disbelief, then turned his head to look at Xu Shuye again, the expression on his face was extremely ugly, as if he was about to cry at any time.

"Fold your ......"

You actually helped your junior brother and didn't help me?!!

Vengeful! Noted down! Wait for me to get out! I'll have to do the math with you!

The cardinal hooked his lips, and the coldness in his brow turned into a rare gentle March breeze.

"Your wooden sword is not a piece of waste wood, it is a sword embryo, unrefined. I have observed that it should be a rare black and white yin-yang wood in the world, which exists on the edge of the southern region and the open sea. ”

"Let my junior brother take it to refine it for a few days, and I can return you a good sword when I come back."

Jiang Su was stunned and muttered to himself: "Black and white yin-yang wood...... Sounds pretty impressive......"

She still didn't let go, turned her head and stared at the young man in white, "What level of refining are you, don't give me a garbage to refine?!" ”

Uncle Xu's reaction when he saw this person was also a little stunned, and then he laughed with a "poof".

"Little Sword Cultivator, our Infernal Sect is the No. 1 refining sect in the Eastern Regions, not the Sword Sect hahahaha, are you stupid to learn swords with my senior brother."

"When it comes to the Infernal Knife Technique, I'm probably not as good as many people in the sect. But you're going to say alchemy, huh. ”

The white-clothed monk straightened up proudly and patted his chest with his hand, "My master, the Sect Master of the Infernal Sect, has accepted a total of two apprentices, my senior brother's refining weapon is earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods, which can attract visions of heaven and earth, and my master has not opened the furnace for a hundred years, just to accumulate yin virtue and refine an immortal weapon that can soar." ”

"In addition, the high-priced and top-grade magic weapons that have flowed out of the sect for so many years have all been refined by me, do you think I can refine your sword embryo?"

Uncle Xu raised his eyebrows lightly and discharged at Jiang Su.

Jiang Su was silent, only to feel that he saw the kind of live peacock that opened the screen and shook his buttocks.

He sent the hand holding the sword and let the young man in white take it.

"Let me declare first, I don't want magic weapons below the middle grade, the lowest is the middle grade." Jiang Su's milk glared at Uncle Xu fiercely, and the baby fat on both sides swayed slightly.

Uncle Xu took a deep breath and muttered, "What a cute child......"

……

Another year.

Jiang Su didn't have a sword, so he could only steal something else in the Infernal Sect.

She herself has no interest in refining weapons at all, and she will think of her alchemy furnace from time to time because she sees their furnace.

"My hands are so itchy, I miss Xiaoliu so much."

The sixth converter turned into a little golden baby, and she was in the Rescue Peak. I haven't seen it for six years now.

She followed Fang Zhen to his refining room, and grabbed a copy of the formation book to study from time to time.

In the process of cultivating and making magic weapons, there are many skills that can be used in formations. They also have to carve the relevant formation patterns on the ritual weapons, which is more troublesome than Dan Xiu and Yi Xiu.

Jiang Su had once thought about whether some of the methods of array cultivation and talisman cultivation would be of extraordinary help to the elixir if they were used in alchemy.

In her previous life, many of the things she had seen had this kind of setting, what heroine was refining weapons and alchemy, cows were coaxing, what runes were used as swords, and two initiates.

As a result, in this life, Jiang Su found that this kind of thing couldn't be done at all!

Which Dan cultivator would pass on his life to a refiner for nothing?!!

That's Danfang! I didn't understand my own way of refining, and I went to learn from others, and a bottle was less than half a bottle!

"What's wrong, is there anything you don't understand?"

The red-clothed monk suddenly squatted down beside Jiang Su, holding his long black and red knife in his hand.

Xiao Jianxiu shook his head, raised his eyelids slightly, and said weakly: "No, I'm just doubting life."

“……”

Fang Zhen: "This kid is talking nonsense again."

Jiang Su suddenly fixed his eyes on his long knife, his eyes flashed, and asked, "Eh Fang Fold, is your knife called Chopping Han or Broken Intestines?"

The red-clothed monk was silent, his eyes were deep and dark, he looked at Xiao Jian Xiu deadly, his eyelids were lightly curled, and then his voice was low:

"How do you know I've refined a Cold Slashing Knife?"

He looked at the young boy with his eyes.

Jiang Su was not afraid when he noticed these sights, and casually turned around and leaned against the corner, looking at him lazily.

"Not only do I know this, but I also know that you like to tuck quilts for others, and the first thing you do when you get started is to dismantle them, and ...... I know that your master will be a little successful in the art of refining puppets, and eventually he will even be able to reach the point of refining the true puppet of a monk with divine consciousness. ”

“……”

"You're wondering who you really are." Fang Zhen's eyes were lowered, and his gaze was not hostile.

The little boy got up and patted him on the shoulder, and the old god was saying, "We will not separate, we will meet eventually."

……

It's another year, and this year Uncle Xu successfully refined black and white yin-yang wood.

Jiang Su looked at this beautiful white sword, and there were sparks in his eyes.

The whole body of the sword is as white as fine mutton fat jade, exuding a sharp and slightly cold coldness. At this time, at noon, the eyes were reflected from above, and the sharp blade as thin as a cicada's wings was directly passed through by the light.

"Too ...... Beautiful ......"

Jiang Su held the hilt of the sword tightly, suddenly drew his sword and waved his arm, practicing the thirty-six styles of Tiangang.

The mighty wind between the gestures went crazy, the sword qi raged the surrounding sand and gravel dust, and there was a faint sword roar in the air.

"Whoosh-"

The wrist flips, the long sword whirls, and the sword takes people away!

The sleeves fluttered and danced, and the ribbon fell with the wind.

The tip of Jiang Su's sword pointed directly at Xu Shuye.

The young man's eyebrows were arrogant and awe-inspiring, but his eyes showed cynicism.

He tilted his head and smiled at the young man in white.

"Why, my sword is called ...... One sword frost fourteen states! ”

……

Uncle Xu: "It's so handsome, little Gaga ......"

Jiang Su: "The poems of the rotten street, not to mention the occasion, are quite appropriate."

When you put on a fork, you won't be able to laugh