Time just passed.

For more than a week, Jiang Ding learned the formation of inscribed half-weapon heavy machine guns, and after becoming proficient, he continued to learn half-weapon pistols, submachine guns, and other formations, and knew the production of half-magic weapons by heart.

In addition, taking advantage of his free time, he took out the very out-of-the-way half-magic weapon cold weapon from the Xianmen Library, and consulted the master in the steel factory on the details of the problem, and he also gained a lot.

Inside the Sword Forge Village.

The roots of the thorny blue spirit wood burrowed out of the flower pot and plunged deep into the ground, and the whole body was cast in metal, shining in the sun, and the surrounding area was as hot as a furnace.

Bang bang bang!

Jiang Ding's palm kept patting on the red iron embryo, and one by one clear palm prints emerged and were covered, and the coarse iron was shaken out of impurities, infiltrating an appropriate amount of carbon elements, and gradually turning into the appearance of steel.

Throw it into the stove and continue to heat it for a while, then remove it.

“…… It's best to upgrade the melee sword and become a half-magic weapon, so as to accumulate experience for the future to engrave the formation on the sword embryo......"

Jiang Ding continued to think about it.

"The key is the spirit ore, I have a piece of this, a very ordinary first-order golden spirit iron ore, and then crush it to refine the real golden spirit iron."

"I don't have to look at the first-order ore too hard, if you set up a blast furnace, four or five thousand degrees Celsius will definitely melt, of course, I would be stupid to do it so primitively."

Ten minutes later, a glittering long sword was fished out of the water, and a large area of steam dispersed.

Sticking the long sword into the ground casually, Jiang Ding came to sit cross-legged beside the Thorn Blue Spirit Wood that had grown a few centimeters taller, and took out a bottle of spirit pill from his arms.

Ginseng Jing Qi Fixing Elixir!

After a delay in the New Year, it finally arrived today.

"I wonder how it works? It's definitely not ten times, there is a huge gap between the strength of the big week and the strength of the small week, and after the increase of the blue gold potion, my qualifications are not comparable to before. ”

Jiang Ding showed a look of anticipation and swallowed one of the six elixirs.

Wisps of gentle spiritual power came from the abdomen, and were absorbed by the network of meridians of the Twelve Heavens and Eight Wonders Sutra of the Great Zhou Heavens that spread throughout the body, and were sent to the meridians that were being warmed and tempered everywhere.

“…… Four hundred and fifty, tiny meridians that are refined every day add to this. ”

Jiang Ding closed his eyes and felt it, it was quite acceptable.

Naturally, a mere first-order elixir can increase the cultivation speed several times or several times at any time, it is actually a fixed value, and the higher the realm, the less the relative increase will be.

In addition to this bottle of elixir, a few days ago, he exchanged three hundred-year-old spirit ginseng strains with Chen Xi, the eldest princess of Qinghe, with the Breaking Void Pill, except for selling one in exchange for the first-order optical masking array flag, the rest were sent to a qualified regular alchemy workshop on the Internet.

These things should arrive in seven or eight days.

"Overall, these elixirs can add up to more than half a month of my cultivation time."

Jiang Ding calculated for a moment and said excitedly.

It's February now, and the college entrance examination is June 25, which means that he will definitely be able to achieve the Eagle Innate before the college entrance examination, not to mention that there is a possible breakthrough in the consummation of the exercises.

Glancing at the Golden Dao Gate, the other party was still falling into cultivation...... Middle!

Jiang Ding got up suddenly, the blue gold tree was stunned, the branches and roots trembled, shrunk, and turned into a light blue sword rainbow and flew into his hand.

"Finally...... Very good, I thought you were going to stay in the middle of nowhere. ”

He landed his foot on the ground, and the surging internal force smoothed out the dense small holes in the pits in the ground, and after a little more, the figure disappeared.

……

Yue Jing,

Warriors who lost a lot of battles gradually regained their prosperity.

This is a purely consumer and violent group, and at the moment, there is no place to promote production.

"The Seven Mysterious Caves have finally been found."

"The Six Great Sects and the Two Righteous Demons have blocked the secret cave for dozens of miles, preventing people from entering."

There was talk on the street, and for months, the topic never left the very center of the city.

"The innate masters actually gave an innate pill found in the secret cave to the 'Meteor Electric Sword' Zhou Weitu!" An old man who had learned a few hands was jealous and envious: "There is another innate senior." ”

Jiang Ding regained his true appearance, and the small breathing technique was fully opened, and he left the city in a very short time and rushed to Jindao Mountain.

Suddenly, he paused

"Gone."

Jiang Ding frowned, and no longer moved forward, but took a step to hide in the shade of a big tree.

From the perspective of the drone, the black-robed man walked out of the Golden Knife Mountain, walked more than 20 kilometers in the direction of the Seven Mysterious Caves in the southeast, and suddenly disappeared, using the optical invisibility spell, and could not be found again.

"Is it really another way to get on the road, or is it secretly sneaking back and ambushing?"

Jiang Dingyi.

Suppressing his strong desire for Taiqing Divine Iron, he continued to lurk and wait, ordering one of the four drones in the sky to fly to the Seven Mysterious Caves, which he had not paid much attention to before.

"Don't worry, don't worry, my Taiqing Shentie is still there, wait until the figure is found in the Seven Mysterious Caves."

His eyes were slightly closed, and he actually entered the cultivation.

Eight hours later, the sun turned to the moon, the day turned to night, the four fields were pitch black, insects chirping, and a small bird resting at his hand.

"Someone's coming."

Jiang Ding opened his eyes silently, and the little bird didn't notice anything.

Golden Knife Mountain.

As one of the six famous sects in the world, even at night, the intersections are brightly lit, and the disciples are strictly vigilant, not daring to relax in the slightest.

It's just that they can't see it, a completely transparent figure passed by silently, flying in the sky seven or eight meters above the ground, and all the vigilance and defense became decorations.

"Not a black-robed man."

Jiang Ding judged that this guy can only achieve optical stealth, and even the thermal induction and miniature radar of civilian drones can't dodge, which is worse than the black-robed man, and it may be that he didn't expect this direction.

Able to fly at low altitudes, at least a late-stage monk practicing qi.

This person's goal is very clear, that is, the blood pool of the Golden Dao Gate Patriarch Palace, the direction has not changed, a straight line.

Dozens of meters away from the blood pool, this figure stopped and looked at the knife embryos that were exposed from time to time as the blood water rose and fell in the blood pool.

"This is one of the three patriarchal families of the Blood Slaughter Palace, the unique Blood Transformation God Sword Embryo of the Blood Transformation Yu Clan."

The figure was an old man in his fifties, wearing a Taoist robe with flame patterns on it, and his words were filled with greed: "According to legend, this knife embryo is not only sharp and abnormal, but also sharpens the shield like mud, and the immortal cultivator will die when he touches it, turning into a pool of blood and water, and after the refining is successful, he can even add two percent of the opportunity to build a foundation out of thin air." ”

"Even among the Blood-Transforming Yu Clan, there are only a few descendants of each generation who can cultivate, and this person's status in the Blood Slaughter Hall must be extraordinary."

"Soul Purifying Method, open!"

He urged his mana and gathered it in his eyes, and a series of rune phantoms appeared in his pupils, and sure enough, he saw dense formation patterns near the seemingly empty blood pool, covering every space.

"The first-order top-level formation of the Blood Slaughter Palace, the Blood Ghost Hell Killing Formation, even if an ordinary Qi Cultivation Peak Cultivator falls into it, he will not be able to get out."

He muttered to himself, took out a compass and measured it for a moment, looking confident.

"Hurry!"

Closing the spell, a hot fire bead magic weapon flew out of his arms, and the flames around him were dark red, but there was no trace of light, and there was no alarm for the people of the Golden Dao Gate.

Crashed headlong into the formation.

The seemingly empty ground had a dark bloodshot at some point, blocked in front of the fire beads, and was dissolved in the sizzling sound, without inspiring more formation changes.

"The calculation is correct."

The old Taoist breathed a sigh of relief, and his face was solemn.

"As soon as this formation is touched, that person must be aware of it, and he must break the formation within a quarter of an hour and take the knife embryo."

I don't know how long it took, but the blood streaks became thinner and thinner.

The old man held his breath and wanted to roll up the knife embryo and flee the moment the formation was broken, but he heard a sigh: "It seems that the Seven Feather Sect is the only one who has come this time, but it's a pity." ”

"Not good!"

Lao Dao's face changed wildly, and he didn't want to think about it, so he burst out his whole body mana and fled down the mountain.

With a pain in his chest, a pair of fleshy palms broke open his chest at some point, took out a beating heart from it, and threw it into the pool of blood.

Lao Dao's head tilted and he fell to the ground.

“……”

Dozens of kilometers away, Jiang Ding was silent.

(End of chapter)