"Innate lines?" Su Zimo frowned, thoughtful. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The bad old man continued: "On the Xuanjin silk armor, the one that is broken into a few pieces is the innate pattern. Since it is an innate pattern, the acquired refiner cannot condense it, no matter how powerful the refiner is. ”

Su Zimo gradually came to his senses, was shocked in his heart, and couldn't help asking, "What does Master mean is that this Xuanjin Silk Armor is an innate spiritual weapon?"

"Originally. ”

The bad old man showed a look of reminiscence, and said slowly: "It is said that thousands of years ago, this Xuanjin Silk Armor was one of the most powerful defensive spiritual weapons, and it was famous in the cultivation realm. It's a pity that this thing was devastated, and all the five spiritual patterns of the day after tomorrow collapsed, and only one innate pattern remained, and it was broken into several pieces. ”

"Since the innate spirit weapon is so strong, what destroyed it?" Su Zimo couldn't help but ask.

"That's too much. ”

The bad old man smiled: "After all, the innate spirit weapon is only a spirit weapon, you must know that on top of the spirit weapon, there are also magic weapons." The innate spirit weapon, for Jindan Zhenren, is the best weapon, and it is hard to find. And in order to cultivate to reach the Yuan Infant Realm, he will naturally refine magic weapons, and will no longer use spiritual weapons. ”

"A powerful magic weapon is enough to destroy an innate spirit weapon! ”

Su Zimo probably understood.

No matter how sharp the weapons in the mortal dust are, they can easily destroy them when they encounter the spiritual weapons used by cultivators.

"Then why is this Xuanjin Silk Armor in the Spirit Weapon Pavilion of the Instrument Peak?"

In Su Zimo's opinion, after all, this inner armor used to be an innate spirit weapon, even if it was destroyed, it would be stronger than other spirit weapons.

The old man shook his head and said, "There is only one broken innate pattern on this Xuanjin silk armor, which is equivalent to a pseudo-spiritual weapon. Although it can resist sharp weapons, it cannot resist the power of spiritual magic due to the absence of spirit patterns. ”

In other words, if a cultivator stabs a sword, although it will not pierce the Xuanjin Silk Armor, the power contained in the flying sword will still cut off the vitality of the flesh through the Xuanjin Silk Armor!

If the other party is a foundation building monk and bursts out of spiritual magic, the Xuanjin Silk Armor has no resistance effect.

The old man said, "What's more, although this Xuanjin Silk Armor is broken and destroyed, its weight is still there, and it is 10,000 catties! Which cultivator can withstand it? So in the past thousand years, no one has touched it, and this is almost a chicken rib spiritual weapon." ”

"Ten thousand catties, even back then, there were not many Jindan real people who had the ability and qualifications to wear it. ”

The bad old man seemed to think of something again, and his expression was a little emotional.

Su Zimo naturally knew the weight of the Xuanjin Silk Armor, if he hadn't used the power of his bloodline, he wouldn't have been able to hold this seemingly thin inner armor at all!

Su Zimo's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "Since this Xuanjin silk armor is in the sect, that is to say, there were people in the sect who wore it back then?"

The bad old man was silent.

"Who is this person, is he still in the sect now?" Su Zimo was curious in his heart and asked again.

There was a throbbing in the depths of the old man's eyes, and after a long time, he sighed lightly, shook his head, and said, "This person is no longer in the sect now, and I haven't seen him, but I've heard some rumors about him." It is said that this person was a strong sect from a thousand years ago, and in the realm of foundation building and Jindan in the northern region of the Heavenly Desolation, he was invincible, and no one could beat his edge!"

Su Zimo's heart was shocked.

How terrifying is it to be invincible in a realm?

"What about after that?" asked Su Zimo.

"I don't know, there are no more rumors of him. ”

"Fallen?"

Su Zimo frowned, and thought about it: "Such a strong man can't fall easily. But why is this person not in the sect now, and it seems that the bad old man doesn't want to mention it? What is he avoiding?"

After being silent for a while, the bad old man said again: "Since the sect set up the Eight Tribulations Great Array, only two people have survived, one is you, and the other is him. ”

Su Zimo opened his mouth slightly.

The bad old man waved his hand, seemed a little upset, and said, "You send the Xuanjin Silk Armor back and choose a new one, you won't need this spiritual weapon." ”

With Su Zimo's current situation, the Xuanjin Silk Armor is not suitable for him.

But for some reason, Su Zimo always felt that he might be able to use it in the future.

After a little hesitation, Su Zimo said in a deep voice: "Thank you, Master, but I still decided to choose this Xuanjin Silk Armor." ”

The bad old man frowned, stopped talking, and finally sighed: "Whatever you want, but in the battle with Feng Haoyu, you should be careful, if you are invincible, it is a big deal to admit defeat, and you can't hold on." ”

Su Zimo heard the old man's concern, and responded with a smile.

"By the way, Master, I have a doubt about the refining weapon. ”

Su Zimo diverted the topic and said, "Don't hide it from the master, before the instrument peak competition, I successfully refined the lower grade spirit weapon. It's just that for some reason, I have never been able to condense the second spirit pattern, why is that?"

"Haha!"

The bad old man couldn't help but laugh and said: "You kid, it's hidden deep enough, it turns out that you have already refined a low-grade spiritual weapon, not bad, not bad." ”

The bad old man subconsciously thought that Su Zimo had just refined a low-grade spiritual weapon.

After laughing, the bad old man said: "In fact, in the art of refining, the most difficult thing is to gather spirits, but the core step is in tempering. The skill of this step is too strong, and the sects that are good at refining weapons in the cultivation realm all have unique tempering techniques. ”

"There are a lot of impurities in the spiritual ore, and it is not enough to refine it with spiritual fire alone, which requires clever tempering skills to remove the impurities in it. ”

"The tempering is not in place, there are too many impurities, and the second spirit pattern is forcibly condensed, and the forged spirit weapon cannot withstand it, so the spirit gathering fails, and the spirit weapon explodes. ”

Su Zimo was stunned.

He couldn't condense the second spirit pattern, not because the method of gathering the spirit was wrong, or because the level of the spirit ore was not enough, but because the tempering technique was not smart enough.

The bad old man said: "The sect doesn't have a very good tempering technique yet, but don't worry, don't worry, just leave these things to me." ”

"Hmm. ”

Su Zimo could clearly feel the importance and love of the bad old man for him, which could not be faked.

After Su Zimo bowed deeply, he left with the sword.

Looking at Su Zimo's back, the bad old man frowned.

In fact, as early as after Su Zimo cultivated the third-level spiritual fire, he began to go outside to search for a masterful tempering technique, wanting to help Su Zimo improve his refining realm.

It's a pity that the art of tempering has always been a secret that the sect does not pass on, and it is too difficult to obtain.

"Alas, the pearl is dusty, and it's a pity. The bad old man sighed secretly, thinking in his heart, after the Wufeng competition, he would go outside to take a look, how could he get a tempering technique for Su Zimo.

Suddenly!

The old man's expression changed, and he remembered a detail that had almost been overlooked.

The Xuanjin silk armor weighed 10,000 catties, and Su Zimo, an eight-layer qi practitioner, how did he put it in a storage bag?

The more the old man thought about it, the more wrong it became, and he lingered in place for a long time, but he still gave up the idea of going to ask.

"It seems that my disciple is not simple. ”