"Come, I'll make you clear today!" the old drunkard said awe-inspiringly, magnificently, and when he wanted to be reasonable, he put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Picked up the wine jug and poured a sip, improving his temperament and said, "Among the heroes in the world, how many can really become immortals?" ”

Ji Mingyuan's chick pecked the rice and nodded.

There are a lot of exercises in this world, some are inherited from ancient times, some are born in some fierce beasts, some are comprehended in their bones, and some are even more strange, in the leaves, in the stones, there are thousands of strange, and there are many that are incomplete by inheritance, mental methods, tactics, combat skills, exercises, treasures, sword tricks and so on, and it is normal for weapons to be strange, and turnip greens have their own love!

Knives, guns, swords, long ge, halberds, meteor hammers, maces, long knives, scimitars, single-edged swords, and Haotian Tower, the old drunkard's Ten Thousand Desolations or something, there are many strange and weird.

"What is an immortal weapon? Is it a magic weapon used by immortals? No, people are divided into realms, and weapons are also divided into realms, and the highest level is powerful to a certain extent, it is called an immortal weapon! And the existence of the peak of the strongest is called an emperor weapon!"

"I once also had an imperial weapon, a semi-imperial weapon, a sword and a tripod, my sword is mainly offensive and killing, and the tripod can be attacked and defended, and the Qingdi is kind-hearted, his Haotian Pagoda and Fu Xiqin are mainly suppressed! The two are different in nature, and it is boring to compare!"

One with a sword and the other with a shield, the advantages and disadvantages of fighting are obvious.

Ji Mingyuan noticed that what the old drunkard said was that he once had two immortal weapons, that is, now at least one of them has been destroyed, and the old drunkard's expression was slightly dim when he talked about his fairy sword, Ji Mingyuan knew it, and he didn't say anything about it.

The old drunkard continued, "And the strength of the weapon is related to the user, the stronger the user, the more powerful the weapon, a leaf tearing the heavens and the earth have not seen it!

Ji Mingyuan nodded and sighed at the pity of the gods and demons, every time he compares them with the gods and demons, he is pitiful.

Ji Mingyuan thought for a while, and asked with a smile, "Who is more powerful in your fight with the Blue Emperor?"

The old drunkard is helpless, why does this kid always ask these questions, and the followers of others are next to him, so he is not afraid that the old man will boast that he is invincible in the world, and then people will be in a hurry, and we will die together with the old and the young?

The old drunkard drank two wines, coughed twice, and said, "If you get to the point, he is powerful, and I am slightly better in life and death." ”

The old drunkard didn't make a big deal and told the truth.

Ji Mingyuan nodded, sighing in his heart, he didn't expect that the old drunkard who had lived with him for more than ten years would be so powerful, and he could fight with the Qing Emperor of the World, and even have a chance to win.

The old drunkard squinted at this guy, how could he not know what he was thinking, he was just following the trend, and it could be regarded as explaining to him, don't be so lonely, it seems to be ...... He reads more books than he does, embarrassed.

The old drunkard returned to the previous topic and said, "Getting back to business, if it were you, wouldn't you choose to forge any weapon?"

The old drunkard reminded, "This kind of weapon is a lifetime, and each person has no more than three pieces, not only does it need to be harsh, but it also takes a lifetime to cast and breed, and the energy and cultivation are unimaginable, you can talk about it after you think about it!"

Some of the immortal weapons are innate immortal weapons, and some are acquired immortal weapons, and the innate immortal weapons are cast with peerless divine materials at the beginning, or some very senior sword casters and other masters, or some masters who have the peerless world can also directly cast a peerless immortal weapon, which does not require too much training.

Compared with the congenital immortal weapon, the acquired immortal weapon is more exquisite, the material is not limited, the so-called one flower and one world, the avenue of three thousand, the mystery is endless, Buddhism has a saying "all living beings are equal!" All things can be refined into immortal weapons, which need to be cultivated by people to make them more and more powerful.

The old drunkard looked at Ji Mingyuan and said angrily: "The piece of Heiyao Ancient Gold you gave to Long Yao's little girl is enough to cast a weapon!"

Ji Mingyuan was dumbfounded, smiled, and didn't say anything. If he did it again, he would still give it to Long Yao.

The old drunkard pursed his lips, then smiled.

Ji Mingyuan must know the value of Heiyao Ancient Gold, he has never seen a few pieces in the past, even some old immortals will be cheeky to fight for it, and they will not hesitate to fight for nothing, but they will also try it. It was a bit unexpected for the old drunkard that he could send it out heroically, but it made sense to think about it. Ji Mingyuan is like this, if you treat him well, he will repay you a hundred times and a thousand times, not only because he is simple and kind, but also because he has fewer friends since he was a child!

"Master, the one who gave me the medicine is your half-emperor weapon? Ji Mingyuan asked, changing the subject.

The old drunkard glanced at him, how could he not know his careful thoughts, Ji Mingyuan was grown up by him, and he knew the idea of the little ghost in his heart clearly.

"Well, there's a kid from the royal family who provoked me...... I dug up the ancestral graves of their royal family, and found two immortal artifacts in them, and melted them all for me to make this ten thousand desolations!" the old drunkard said calmly, as if he was expounding on a sparse and ordinary matter.

His previous sword was an imperial weapon, and Wan Huangding was only a half-imperial weapon.

The corners of Ji Mingyuan's mouth twitched, the master and his old man are really temperamental, and he actually dug up the ancestral graves of other people without saying a word, and also melted the ancestral immortal weapons of other people and made them into his own weapons.

"Think of yourself in everything, unless you beat the world with your harp!" said the old drunkard.

If Ji Mingyuan gave up this priceless treasure like Heiyao Ancient Gold next time, he would chop off Ji Mingyuan's hand, and he would feel distressed when he looked at it.

"How is it possible, I have a good sword here!" Ji Mingyuan said with a smile, took out the sword that he found in the other world, and then thought about it, and then took out the sword that he snatched in the hands of the girl of the Feng family and showed it to the old drunkard.

The old drunkard took it in his hand and looked at it, and raised his hand to break it!

"Bell !!"

The frost sword of the girl of the Feng family was directly broken by the old drunkard, and it was like a broken one.

Ji Mingyuan hurriedly shouted, "Ah...... Master, what are you doing?"

Holding the broken sword, Ji Mingyuan's heart ached, looking at the broken sword, if it wasn't for the hand of the old drunkard, he would have jumped up and hit it directly, and he actually dared to break his sword.

The old drunkard was so angry when he saw him like this that he slapped Ji Mingyuan and almost fainted.

The old drunkard hated that iron could not become steel, "There are not many weapons, but in mastery, if you don't find the right material to cast a weapon, forget it, take this one to make do with it, if you find the right material, hurry up and refine your own exclusive weapon." ”

The old drunkard threw back the weapon that Ji Mingyuan picked up in the Shinto platform like garbage, thought about it, slapped Ji Mingyuan in the back, and said, "You haven't said what weapon you want to refine!"

After walking around for half a circle, Ji Mingyuan still didn't say what weapon he wanted to cast.

"It's not that there is no suitable divine iron, immortal gold! Don't worry, if you come, you will be safe! There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain. Ji Mingyuan smiled indifferently, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and was just slapped out of blood by the old drunkard.

"I don't let you be so ambitious, and I didn't say that I would give you short-sightedness!" The old drunkard stood up and kicked Ji Mingyuan out of the way.

"I'm so angry with the old man!" the old drunkard snorted as he took a sip of wine.

"Poof......" Ji Mingyuan got up, coughed up a mouthful of blood in an instant, and shouted through the clouds, "Master, if you don't kill me, no one will give you a pension, you should be leisurely!"

When you die, won't you become a lonely old man when you are old? Do you always want a white-haired person to send a black-haired person and wash your face with tears all day long?

"It's okay for the teacher to come and see your cultivation results today, attack me with all your might, if you hurt me, my Ten Thousand Desolation Ding will be sent to you!" the old drunkard smiled calmly.

Ji Mingyuan smiled: "Then how embarrassing!"

Rabbits don't eat the grass next to the nest, and Ji Mingyuan can't make a move on the people around him when he is a fan of money, let alone an old drunkard who has raised himself for many years and is as kind as a mountain!

"But if you always look at my cultivation results, just come! If you lose, divide half of your old wine!" Ji Mingyuan stood up and smiled gently! His wine was all drunk by the old man, and his wine jug bottomed out.

"If you hurt me in the slightest, I'll give it all to you!" the old drunkard laughed heroically.

"Lying is going to be struck by lightning!" Ji Mingyuan said with a smile!

"Bang !!"

When he turned around, Ji Mingyuan was blasted out by a fist wind dozens of chapters away!

"Wow......" Ji Mingyuan vomited blood.

Landing a roll, stabilizing his body, he felt a divine rainbow shuttling in front of him, Ji Mingyuan swept with a long sword in his hand, a sword aura was like a rainbow, and the smoke was torn apart in an instant, and it was cut off by the waist.

"Bang !!"

The old drunkard's sleeve robe flicked, Ji Mingyuan's momentum was violent, the sword qi that was as sharp as the wind blade was shaken away, and the momentum was gone, and it was directly dispersed as if it had never appeared, like stopping the water without a trace of ripples.

With a flash of golden light, Ji Mingyuan was sent out again, this time not sideways, but was beaten and flew into the sky.

"Master, you...... me!" Ji Mingyuan shouted blood.

The old drunkard's sleeved robe is like a peerless fairy gold, with golden light, indestructible, as safe as Mount Tai, not moving at all, the clothes contain endless power, majestic and powerful, as magnificent as the rushing river, his sword qi is like a small stone smashed in the sea, it is simply weak and negligible. That was definitely not the strength of the Spirit Ruin Realm, he had seen it before, and that strength was at least one or two great realms higher than the Spirit Ruin Realm, which was simply chilling and desperate.

"Oh...... I'll teach you another lesson today, there is no absolute fairness in this world, fairness is all the mercy of the strong to you, and the weak don't deserve to have fairness!" the old drunkard laughed.

The old drunkard directly transmitted the sound to Ji Mingyuan's divine sense, and when he heard the playful little in front of him, Ji Mingyuan was so angry that he vomited blood, and he felt that he was beaten so high, it was all due to your old interest, but when he heard the cold sentence behind the old drunkard, Ji Mingyuan felt that the old drunkard's suppressed murderous aura in his heart was spontaneously born.

Ji Mingyuan naturally didn't dare to hide his clumsiness, at this time, he had already been beaten up and flew dozens of feet high, stepping on the immortal, standing suddenly in the air, the blood light in his clear and bright eyes flashed away, the sword pointed at the sky, and said coldly, "Qingdi Jue!"

The sword qi is like a match, and a sword force splits down, with the potential of splitting mountains and breaking waves......