The miscellaneous disciples who led Ling Feng led him to the entrance of an underground cave, which was guarded by two elders in the middle stage of foundation building, and there were several foundation building masters lurking nearby.

Ling Feng was surprised in his heart, asking the strength of the Dao Sect was extremely hidden, and it was really not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

The miscellaneous disciple showed a jade talisman and after some complicated verification, he finally got the elder's permission and stepped into the entrance. However, when the two of them came and entered the entrance, the miscellaneous disciple motioned for Ling Feng to continue walking straight, and he could only stop here.

Ling Feng had no choice but to continue walking towards the depths alone, and after walking for a long time, he still didn't see the end of the passage, but he knew that the road led all the way to the underground.

About a day later, Ling Feng was speeding forward when suddenly a fiery aura rushed towards him.

Ling Feng had no choice but to prepare to pass through it. In an instant, a white figure dragged him aside, avoiding the heat wave.

When Ling Feng avoided the heat wave, he realized that the heat wave turned out to be billowing lava. Suddenly, there was a panic in his heart, if no one came to save him just now, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

When Ling Feng turned his head again, he had already regained his composure. At this time, he found out that it was the ancestor of the Chu family who saved him, and they were in a hollow valley underground, which was very similar to the underground of Tianlong Village, but the temperature here seemed to be higher.

"Don't panic, Childe is already safe here, the underground lava will riot every eleven hours, only once a day. The ancestor of the Chu family patiently explained.

The ancestor of the Chu family did not slack off on him because he had saved Ling Feng just now, but there were still many masters here, even if he didn't save him, others would still help.

Ling Feng nodded slightly with gratitude on his face.

This place is about two or three miles in circumference, very huge, and the rock wall is dotted with a fist-sized round magic weapon, which is shining, reflecting this place into daylight.

Seven shirtless men were gathered around a fire.

When Ling Feng slowly approached, he realized that this furnace fire was too hot, and he was almost unbearable at a distance of four or five zhang.

Ling Feng was surprised in his heart, this place was much stronger than the place where Chu Mo was refining his sword at the beginning.

A dark red light shot towards Ling Feng, he reached out to catch it, slowly opened his palm, and found that it was a dark red pill.

"This is a Xuan-level high-grade fire fighting pill, your cultivation is too low, you can't resist fire poison, eat one pill to keep you safe for ten days. The first of the seven, a gray-haired old man, said lightly.

Ling Feng didn't think much about it, and hurriedly took the pill, and an extremely spicy impact hit his head, and his eyes were suddenly filled with tears.

However, Ling Feng's internal formation was running rapidly, dissolving this ferocious medicinal power, and instead turning into a soft coolness, and he almost called out comfortably.

The old man at the head looked at Ling Feng with a condensed gaze, slightly surprised, he couldn't imagine that an inner disciple of the eighth layer of qi refining could have such perseverance.

"The Fire Fighting Pill is worth 300,000 spirit stones, go to Elder Wu to settle the account, and we can start refining the red

It's gone. The old man pointed to one of the black and thin men, and said lightly.

Ling Feng's heart suddenly, he didn't know the specific grade of this elixir, but it was definitely not a high-grade pill, and now he was the meat on the board, at the mercy of others. He thought about it, so he had better endure this breath first and refine Chixiao well.

A Qiankun bag appeared in Ling Feng's right hand, and with a vigorous throw, it landed in the hand of Elder Wu without any mistakes, and after a while, Elder Wu nodded at everyone, confirming that the spirit stone was not wrong.

There was an uproar.

In the old man's refining career for so many years, there has never been a hairy boy who has the ability to refine qi and gather the materials for refining spiritual weapons, and he dares to come here to refine weapons.

People who are not refining weapons don't know the preciousness of spiritual weapons at all, and the refining of a spiritual weapon takes at least ten years to completely refine it from the preparation material path. This is still on the basis of strong financial resources, if the money is a little tight, then the refining of the spirit weapon is even more far away.

When the old man first touched Dao Chixiao, his hands were trembling, and he suspected that Chixiao was very likely to be a medium-grade spiritual weapon, and he was not greedy for it.

However, when the fire spar from the back was sent again, the old man's mind was extinguished again. He understood that the person behind this spiritual artifact had a powerful and powerful force.

In the three towns, there is no one who does not know that the flint stone came to this Tianyun Village, and the fire spar has not been out for ten years.

When everyone was waiting for the appearance of the Chixiao master with great anticipation, two refining masters came first, which made everyone refreshed and looked forward to the Chixiao master even more.

But he didn't expect that the master of Chixiao would be a hairy boy who refines qi, and he also has such a spirit stone.

All of a sudden, the eyes of the seven people present looked at Ling Feng and became less friendly, and there seemed to be a hint of malice.

Chu Mo and Chu Renzhi also sensed everyone's malice, and hurriedly stood in front of Ling Feng.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the current Lord of the Ling Alliance, a friend of Yuan Bai Zhenren, and a personal disciple of the Elder of the Dan Palace. Chu Mo hurriedly said, for fear that everyone would really make a move.

"Hmph, stand aside and don't get in the way. The old man said disdainfully.

In the eyes of the old man, no matter how many spirit stones there were, Ling Feng only had the strength of the eighth layer of qi refining.

Ling Feng was very annoyed, re-refining Chixiao, Chu Mo and the Chu family ancestor could also complete it, why bother to come here to suffer from it.

However, Ling Feng did not refute it, he was indeed an out-and-out layman when it came to refining, and he would not become a master just because he had mastered some theories.

Ling Feng looked at everyone from a distance, and arranged the accessories in different categories, and he counted about 360 kinds of them, each of which was different in quantity, and even in different shapes and temperatures.

Just the step of preparing the materials made Ling Feng's scalp tingle.

The leader of the elder did not do it immediately, but waited, and Ling Feng didn't know what he was waiting for.

About eleven hours later, the lava underneath began to riot again, Ling Feng was slightly stunned, he had already spent a day here, and when he opened his eyes and looked at the seven people, they were still waiting.

"Fire on the stove!"

The old man at the head roared loudly, waking everyone up.

The seven of them skillfully cooperated together, and Chu Mo and Chu Renzhi could only watch from a distance like Ling Feng.

Everyone methodically put in the accessories one by one, in order and in quantity, or at the same time, while the old man kept carving the formation, imprinted on the body of the Chixiao sword.

Such a high-intensity refining lasted for seven days, and Ling Feng and the Chu family also watched for seven days, at this time Ling Feng had already put away his contempt, just this persistence, this demand, was enough to impress the three onlookers.

"Whew......"

With a sharp metal strike, a red flying sword soared into the sky.

"Quick, take it, or you'll run away. The old man yelled hysterically.

At this time, the seven people were completely paralyzed on the ground, unable to restrain Chixiao.

Ling Feng's heart froze, and he chased towards Chixiao with the wind chanting.

One sword and one person jumped up and down in the entire empty valley, flying left and right, and everyone was dazzled.

In the end, Ling Feng could not hold Chixiao with one hand, but he was carried by the sword and flew away.

The wind groaning under his feet had long been unable to keep up with Ling Feng's speed, and he fell from the sky.

At the critical moment, the array in Ling Feng's body exuded bursts of light, as if there was natural suppression, and Chixiao became extremely obedient.

When Ling Feng easily recognized Chixiao's blood as the master, everyone was stunned.

"Unexpectedly, we actually refined a medium-grade spiritual weapon this time, and we didn't expect that the flying sword of a medium-grade spiritual weapon was actually subdued by a hairy boy with an eighth-layer qi refining weapon. The old man at the head sighed with emotion.

Ling Feng looked at the re-refined Chixiao and was very satisfied, summoned back to Feng Yin, and put the two into the jade.

This time, Ling Feng kept an eye on it and put the fire sword of the intermediate magic weapon into the ancient ring.

Ling Feng glanced at several refining masters who were paralyzed on the ground, frowned slightly, and finally took out the pill, gave it to everyone, and took out a Qiankun bag containing 210,000 spirit stones, and put it in the hands of the leader elder.

After doing all this, when the seven people had almost recovered, Ling Feng led the two Chu family to the entrance, turned around and saluted the seven people, and then left the empty valley and galloped towards the ground.

The old man at the head looked at Ling Feng's departing figure, and said with a slight sigh:

"Unexpectedly, we asked the Dao Sect to have another sect master-like figure. ”

When Ling Feng came to the entrance of the cave, he was very excited, not only had he already gathered five flying swords at this time, but the level of the flying swords was very satisfactory to him except for a few of them.

Ling Feng couldn't help but take stock in his heart:

Chixiao: Intermediate spiritual weapon;

Wind Yin: The best magic weapon;

Qingtian: the best magic weapon;

Turbidity: High-level magic weapon;

Thunder Sword: The level has not been determined, and it has not been fully refined.

Ling Feng really wanted to find someone to try the power of the Five Extremes Sword Formation at this time.