The effect of the wound medicine in Diancang Mountain is very good, and with half of the Baoxin Pill of the Black Bone Cliff, Feng Zhiping breathed on the island in the middle of the lake for half a day, and the injury was healed.

The remaining minor injuries can only be slowly recuperated in the future, and the most important thing now is to find a way to get out.

As soon as he thought of this, Feng Zhiping had a headache, refusing to apprentice had already offended Old Man Wu to death, and he was coldly treated by the old guy when he tried to talk several times, and his expression was very annoying.

Seeing that the old man wandered back and forth and took a thoughtful look at the island in the middle of the lake and its surroundings, without mentioning the matter of leaving and rewarding, Feng Zhiping's heart moved, and he approached him again with a smiling face.

"Senior, what do you think of this baby?"

After glancing at it, Wu Benshan said lightly: "It's okay, it's big enough." ”

Enough, big enough?

Dare you don't understand anything!

Feng Zhiping rolled his eyes secretly, and said in a sneering voice: "Senior, this is the water pattern copper raw ore, a ground-level low-grade spiritual material! How can such a large piece be refined to refine a hundred and eighty earth-level treasure blades, right? That's more than a hundred, even if it's all low-grade, it's worth a fortune!"

Wu Benshan couldn't hear the sound outside the strings, and snorted softly.

"Don't worry, I will do what Cangshan says, and I will not give you a single point, and I will not be deducted because of your identity. ”

Feng Zhiping was overjoyed, and then listened to the old man continue: "But don't be too optimistic, although I don't know how to refine weapons, I still know a little bit." This water pattern copper ore is not small, but the content should not be high, counting the loss during refining, I estimate that it is good to be able to produce ten earth-level low-grade swords. ”

"Ten handfuls, or inferior grade?!"

Feng Zhiping didn't believe it, and felt that the old man was maliciously lowering the price.

Wu Benshan didn't explain, raised his hand and summoned a long sword, motioning for him to take a look.

With a light touch of his fingers, the internal force was secretly injected, and Feng Zhiping's eyes suddenly widened.

[Zhenhuang Sword, the essence of the main material Zhenjin is fused with water and soil spiritual objects, quenched by the blood of the dragon and the embers, the five elements are small and full of thunder, the ground level is on the upper grade, the main one is initially recognized, and the spirit is stable]

The ground level is of the highest grade, and it is also specially marked as the upper rank, which means that it is possible for this sword to be promoted to a heaven-level divine soldier!

Treasure Blade, this is the real Treasure Blade, no wonder many people say that swords below the prefecture level are garbage, they can only be called spiritual weapons, and they are not qualified to be crowned with the word "treasure", Feng Zhiping is an eye-opener this time.

Only, what does that "preliminary confession" mean?

After thinking about it carefully, Feng Zhiping thought of a possibility.

I remember that my father once said that martial artists in the Shenzang period can incorporate several blades into their bodies according to their cultivation and exercises, but they can usually only choose one as their natal weapon.

Natal weapons, also known as natal weapons, are mutually nourishing with the life of warriors, and are an important channel to the tangible period and an important tool for condensing martial souls.

Because of the life of the cultivator, so the natal divine weapons are the most likely to be promoted, they will grow together with the martial artist, long-term cultivation even if the grade does not climb, the power contained in it will also rise significantly, and sometimes there will be some other characteristics, the power can not be the same as when it was baked.

And the biggest feature of the natal divine soldier is to recognize the master.

Once the Lord is recognized, this weapon is connected with the life of the warrior, the Lord gives birth to it, the Lord dies and it is martyred, if someone forcibly takes it away and erases the mark of the Lord, it will be spiritually decayed and even reduced to mortal iron, which is the reason why the heaven-level divine soldiers of the past dynasties have appeared frequently but none of them can be called immortal weapons.

Throughout the ancient and modern times, the only one that can repeatedly recognize the Lord without losing the spirit is only three immortal weapons, and the power of the rest is comparable to that of many people, but none of them can be inherited.

And it is not an ordinary god that can recognize the owner of the weapon, and generally only a martial artist who has completed the god treasure period and has begun to try to break through to the tangible period can do it.

Oh, the old guy is really modest, what is far from being tangible, who believes who is stupid!

"How's my sword?" Wu Benshan asked.

After secretly trying a few times and couldn't draw out any spiritual power, Feng Zhiping reluctantly withdrew his hand and picked up the thumb.

"Good, that's good! It's worth a lot of money!"

"Do you see anything famous?" Wu Benshan asked again, his eyes flickering.

With a sigh in his heart, Feng Zhiping immediately thought about the scene when he saw Ma Shang's stubbornness at first, and knew that the old man was interested in teaching, so he hurriedly showed an embarrassed expression.

"The kid is stupid, he can only see that this sword should be a mid-grade sword at the ground level, and he can't see anything else. ”

Wu Benshan raised his eyebrows and showed a playful expression, and only when he looked at Feng Zhiping that he didn't dare to raise his head did he ask: "Do you know how many heavenly and earthly treasures I have collected in order to forge this sword?"

Feng Zhiping shook his head: "The seniors are joking, where can the kid know." ”

Bending his fingers lightly, accompanied by the melodious sound of the sword, Wu Benshan's eyes reminisced.

"Don't say anything else, just talk about the main material, the main material of this sword is the thunder spirit treasure Zhenjin, and only the gold mountain that bathes in the sky and thunder for more than ten thousand years can be born. For it, I asked my master to help me move a thunder mountain back from the depths of the sea of clouds, and asked the Empty Xuanguo Weapon King Gu to refine it on my behalf, which took decades to complete. A sword against a mountain, it is not an exaggeration to use it on it!"

Feng Zhiping was shocked, he was really shocked, the myths that Daddy said were not exaggerated, but facts!

It costs a mountain to refine a sword, this kind of thing really exists!

"Why don't you go to the Qiwang Valley and order the Qiyuan Hall in Cangshan?"

Shen Si interrupted, and Wu Benshan coughed embarrassedly.

"This, of course my refining skills are not bad, but there is still a slight gap compared to the Weapon King Valley, and such a large handicraft Weapon King Valley is more certain. In fact, originally the master wanted to refine a heaven-level divine sword for me, but unfortunately I didn't have a chance with the heavenly sword, and the weapon king Gu couldn't do it with all his efforts, if it was replaced by those old guys I sent, it is estimated that the grade would be..."

Finding that he had said a little too much, Wu Benshan hurriedly stopped his mouth, turned his head and saw that the young man's eyes were really wrong, and he immediately put on an old face.

"Boy, I'm not saying that I can't send refining techniques, it's just that I point to Cangshan based on martial arts, and the refining aspect is naturally not as good as the Weapon King Valley, which specializes in the way of weapons. Don't say that I order Cangshan, looking at the Three Kingdoms of the Sea of Clouds, including the three royal families, no one dares to say that their refining skills are comparable to the Valley of the Instrument King, understand?"

Feng Zhiping hurriedly nodded yes, the old guy's eyes were about to eat people.

"And!"

When he got closer, Wu Benshan threatened in a low voice: "What I said just now is rotten to my stomach, and I am not allowed to talk nonsense to the outside, especially to the people in Qiyuantang, I am not allowed to mention half a sentence! If you let me know that you are talking nonsense, see how the old man cleans you up!"

"Yes, the kid didn't hear anything! The kid only knows that your sword is very powerful, and our family's Qiyuan Hall is also very powerful, and I don't know anything else!"

Feng Zhiping seriously assured that Wu Benshan was satisfied, and his face eased slightly.

Relieved, Feng Zhiping diverted the topic and asked, "Senior, listen to what you mean, you don't want to recruit people to mine, but want to cut off the whole piece of ore and take it away when we leave?"

"It's almost, but it's not the old man, and the old man's cultivation can't move mountains and seas. ”

After Wu Benshan finished speaking, he raised a hand, his heart moved, and two long swords floated out of his palm.

Pointing towards the previously surveyed direction, the three swords swung in unison and shot out wisps of sword qi, thinking that the earth would fly and the stones would fly, but after the sword qi reached the target position, it quietly sank into the ground, and even the blade of grass was not cut in half, and Feng Zhiping was amazed again and again.

"That's amazing! But what do you mean by that?"

"Imprint. Wu Benshan explained, "I have summoned the Venerable Ones, and they will look for my mark and take this place with them when they leave." ”

"Venerable, is it the Nine Great Martial Souls of Diancang Mountain, are they all here?" Feng Zhiping became excited.

Martial souls are the pinnacle of martial arts, and the nine martial souls of Diancang Mountain are different from ordinary martial souls, all of them have the title of martial god, and they are the top masters of Tianyuan Kingdom.

It is said that each of them can be worth thousands of troops and horses, as soon as they make a move, the heavens and the earth will shake like the destruction of the world, if you can see each other today, it is really a blessing for three lives, and I don't know how many others to envy when you say it.

"Nine Great Martial Spirits, do you really dare to think that the Three Kingdoms don't need the nine mountain masters to go to war together, let alone such a small scene as Milong Mountain!"

Wu Benshan was happy, a basin of cold water was splashed, and when he saw Feng Zhiping's wilting heart, a wicked smile crossed his eyes.

"The nine mountain lords are only here for the two lords of Yunshan and the lord of Tong Mountain, if you are willing to worship me as a teacher, I can introduce you to meet them on your behalf, and if you are lucky, you may be able to get a few treasures. ”

This old man is not dead!

Feng Zhiping secretly rolled his eyes, pretending to be timid and shrinking his neck: "Forget it, I'm cowardly, if I say the wrong thing in front of the two of him, it will be troublesome, and the senior's kind boy understands it." ”

Wu Benshan was angry, and said viciously: "Boy, the old man has some reputation in the rivers and lakes, how many people want to apprentice but can't, fancy you are the blessing you have cultivated in several lifetimes, why do you refrain again and again! Say, do you look down on the old man, or look down on me to order Cangshan!"

Feng Zhiping was helpless, took two steps back and said, "I don't look down on you and Diancangshan, I really just don't want to be here." I am grateful for the love of my seniors, but I also want to ask my seniors, how can I be favored by a master like you, is it because of that sword?"

"That's right, it's that sword!"

Wu Benshan did not hide it, and said solemnly: "I have just begun to turn the internal force into a yuan, but I can attract the spiritual power in the sword, this kind of thing has never been heard of by the old man, and the ancient books he has read have never recorded it! The old man is not a savage of the Black Bone Cliff, and he doesn't want to explore your secrets, the old man just wants to polish your piece of jade with his own hands, see where you can go, and whether you can create another completely different path!"

It is worthy of being a person from Cangshan Gate, and his character is really good, but unfortunately, the young master has family rules, and the inner door of the apprentice will be beaten to death by his father!

He bowed his hand and was about to refuse again, but when he saw Wu Benshan suddenly turn his head to look at the distant mountain, his face changed greatly.

"Let's go!"

Collecting the sword into the body, leaving only the natal sword under his feet, Feng Zhiping only felt that his neck was tight, and the next moment he flew into the sky.

Heaven for me!

But...

Damn, it's the neck again!

With excitement and slander, he asked vaguely against the strong wind, "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

"Something's coming!"

Wu Benshan's voice was clear in his ears, and his unusually serious tone shocked him, and he instantly thought of the mountain forest when he first came here.

Damn, it's not going to be that big monster, is it?