Chu Mo half leaned on the head of the bed, his face was slightly pale, a few days was not enough for his injuries to improve greatly, but fortunately, Xin Yun took care of him carefully, and he was gradually recovering at this time. The movement at the door of the room, Chu Mo naturally noticed that although he was injured, he still had his mind to take care of things.

A few days ago, four special people came to the courtyard, but the other three people did not attract Chu Mo's attention, only the black man at the head of the house, he could never see through it, and it was estimated that he was at least a master of refining qi above the sixth level. Such a master is willing to obey his cheap nephew and son-in-law, thinking that that person's cultivation is not very high, this is worth playing.

The old man had already paid attention in his heart, and coughed lightly twice, just in response to the "knock" knock on the door outside the door, and said with a slightly weak voice:

"Come in"

Xin Yun and Ling Feng came together, in the eyes of the old man, they were really a pair of beauties, raising their eyebrows, for some reason, Chu Mo's heart was not a special taste.

He has an estranged relationship with that nephew, but after all, blood is as thick as water, and when he sees his widow today, he is shy and timid in front of others, and he can't help but hate "Tianyun Village" even more, the old man will definitely destroy it in this life, Chu Mo secretly swore in his heart.

However, Chu Mo did not secretly hate Ling Feng, when it came to the cultivation realm, the widowed mother and young son had a place to live, and he had to thank the old man in front of him.

Ling Feng came to the old man's bed, sat down slowly, and motioned for the old man to stretch out a wrist, Ling Feng put one hand on it, and began to carefully explore the situation in his body. I only have one Diling Flower in my hand, so I must do my best to refine the medicinal power, so that the person in front of me can recover as soon as possible and help me refine the flying sword.

Ling Feng was a little urgent in his heart, in two months, he would have to face many people who wanted his own life, such as Mu Ting's brother Mu Ci, such as that nasty sword, killing strangers, and those who lurked under the calm lake, such people were the most terrifying.

Unconsciously remembered the two lists that Chen Qi handed over to him, and felt a slight chill in his heart, Ling Feng was looking forward to it, if he had a three-pole flying sword, the five-pole sword array would begin to take shape, and with the Qingfeng two styles, those people didn't know if they could catch it.

The man lives for a lifetime, when he is ambitious, in the inner door, the interrupted flow is still waiting for him, and there is the Liu Hanyan who is clear and clear...... But the key to all this is probably in the person in front of you.

Retracted his right hand and pondered slightly, the two people on the side were also waiting for him and did not dare to disturb him.

A quarter of an hour later, Ling Feng smiled slightly, held Chu Mo's hands again, and said lightly:

"I have a yellow-rank high-grade elixir to treat injuries, but it is comparable to the Xuan rank, I am sure to cure you, and"

Ling Feng deliberately paused, hung Chu Mo's appetite, and continued:

"And it can also allow you to go to the next level, reaching the realm of the sixth or even seventh layer of qi refining, however, I am afraid that you will have to endure inhuman suffering"

In fact, it is not very appropriate to say that Chu Mo is an old man, with Xin Yun serving him carefully, Chu Mo is no longer haggard before, at the age of fifty or sixty, he looks only in his forties.

Chu Mo "haha", laughed a little crazy, his eyes were cold, and a sentence almost squeezed out of his throat and said:

"Better than the Pain of Destroying the Door"

Ling Feng shook his head secretly, hatred can really make people crazy.

However, as long as Ling Feng helps Chu Mo refine his weapon, the matter of Tianyun Village, sooner or later, he will have to settle with it.

Asking Xin Yun to summon Mo Shan and instructing him to guard the door and not let anyone in, Ling Feng began to treat Chu Mo's injuries.

Ling Feng had taken Qianye Red and helped others to refine Lingqing Grass, and this time he was also familiar with it, so he let Chu Mo take the Earth Ling Flower, and his palms passed through a warm current, and with the medicinal power of the Earth Ling Flower, he began to swim around his body, repairing the damage in his body.

Before, Ling Feng said that he would help Chu Mo improve his cultivation, but it was not empty words, when he checked his injuries, he found that Chu Mo had a hidden medicinal power in his body, which had not yet been exerted, according to Ling Feng's estimate, there were two points that led to this result.

One is that Chu Mo is a master of refining, addicted to refining, and the time he spends on cultivation is limited, and his mind is also limited;

The second is that his age is already fifty or sixty years old after all, and as long as he does not reach the foundation, his body functions will continue to decline, and he will no longer be able to absorb these medicinal powers.

An hour later, Ling Feng had already refined most of the medicinal power of the Earth Ling Flower in Chu Mo's body, and at this moment, Chu Mo had recovered a lot, and his face was slightly flushed, I believe that in another ten days and half a month, he would be able to completely recover.

Chu Mo was also slightly stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that not only the injury of falling off the cliff had already healed most of the time, but the old diseases left by his previous refining weapons had also begun to improve, especially the fire poison accumulated in his body all year round, and he didn't know how much he thought of back then.

Back then, the eldest brother and himself were both a new generation of refining geniuses, but the eldest brother was brilliant and completely covered his younger brother, in fact, Chu Mo was also a great genius. It's a pity that once he refined the weapon, he was too obsessed, and accumulated a lot of fire poison in his body, and after that, his cultivation was difficult to advance, which eventually led to his inability to possess spiritual sense and refine higher-level magic weapons.

Chu Mo's old illness was gone, and his heart was swaying, but Ling Feng behind him, the words came, making him calm down, and he didn't dare to slack off.

After about two hours, Ling Feng slowly withdrew his hands and exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, at which time his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. I didn't expect that in Chu Mo's body, the old disease was very stubborn, containing a trace of fiery energy, but fortunately, at the critical moment, the Chixiao Sword in the jade Jue directly absorbed that heat through itself, otherwise I am afraid that I would have to break my promise this time.

Ling Feng had a suspicion that all spiritual weapons could be used to grow or repair themselves by absorbing certain things, such as his Golden Light Whip and Chixiao Sword.

Looking at Chu Mo in front of him, Ling Feng valued it even more.

Chu Mo slowly opened his eyes, he couldn't believe that he had found the predecessors who built the foundation for the sake of fire poison, and those seniors didn't have the slightest way, they didn't want to be completely better today, and his cultivation was promoted to the realm of the seventh-layer true body of qi refining, and he jumped two levels in a row, even if he built a foundation in this life or not, for himself, it was already dispensable, but as long as he reached the realm of the eighth layer of qi refining and cultivated his spiritual sense, he could try refining spiritual weapons, which was his lifelong wish.

Two lines of turbid tears burst out of his eyes, years of despair, the pain of annihilation, all kinds of haunting hearts, at this moment, this refining master is the most emotional.

After a long time to restrain his emotions, Chu Mo knelt on his knees and said with a firm face:

"Chu Mo is willing to serve Gongzi as the main and help Gongzi refine magic weapons, I only hope that Gongzi will take care of Chu Ci, and also help me at a critical moment to destroy Tianyun Village"

Chu Mo grabbed the ground with his head, and his forehead instantly bled non-stop.

Ling Feng helped him up with both hands, slowly transformed back into his original appearance, and said with a serious face:

"Don't worry, I and Tianyunzhai are incompatible, sooner or later, one day, it will be destroyed, but it will be dormant for the time being, you bear with it first"

Chu Mo was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized, like the man outside the door, how could he follow a person with no future, as it should be, seeing that Ling Feng had already responded to him, he didn't ask any more.

Ling Feng didn't plan to go out, nor did he let Moshan in, he still had something to ask Chu Mo, the person in front of him was the only one who could help him.

Ling Feng summoned the White Rainbow Sword with a thought, stretched out his hand and handed it to Chu Mo, and said with anticipation:

"You can help me see what grade this sword is, and whether it can be refined into a flying sword"

Chu Mo took the sword with white light shining and slightly chilling, and examined it carefully, a quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour...... Unconsciously said:

"Strange, strange, it's obviously a beginner-level magic weapon, why does it show much more spirituality than that?"

An hour later, Chu Mo came back to his senses and said with a slight apology:

"Childe, don't be weird, Chu Mo was confused for a while, and he only watched it for so long"

Ling Feng didn't bother on the side, and asked Chu Mo to continue, when he picked up the Bai Hong Sword, it was covered with rust marks, and he directly called it the Rust Sword, thinking that it was just a magic weapon that had lost its spirituality, and he didn't want to use it more and more spiritually, so he changed his name to Bai Hong, and he was also very puzzled in his heart.

Chu Mo pondered for a long time, and finally thought of a possibility, and said with a hint of uncertainty:

"There is a guess among my subordinates, I don't know whether to talk about it or not"

Ling Feng didn't see it a little, this Chu Mo still had a hint of bookishness, and said decisively:

"You don't need to be polite, cultivate the true world, don't care about mundane etiquette, but it's okay to say it"

Chu Mo's heart warmed, the lord he recognized was at least good for his own people, so he was able to let go and speak freely:

"This Baihong Sword was very likely to be a spiritual weapon before, and the grade was not low, but it was knocked down to the realm, not to the magic weapon, but directly to Fan Tie"

Ling Feng motioned for him to continue.

Chu Mo continued:

"However, because the materials used to refine it are very high-grade, and for a long time, a trace of spirituality has been born in itself, and it is this trace of spirituality that has allowed it to return to the sequence of magic weapons; as long as there is enough time and appropriate things for it to suck, maybe in another hundred years and thousands of years, it will be another spiritual weapon."

Chu Mo's judgments were based on years of experience, and even if he changed to a higher-level refining master, he might not be able to judge accurately. Ling Feng also understood in his heart, but he also made a decision, he couldn't wait for a hundred years, let alone a thousand years.