In this way, how can others not be envious?

Especially Jin Heng, he is a mid-stage saint monk, and he only has a high-grade holy weapon that is infinitely close to the best.

Ye Ning smiled faintly, took the Binglan Sword into his hand, and calcined it carefully with the Qinglian Burning Heart Fire, and in a moment, countless black impurities squeezed out of the sword body and dripped on the steps. Ye Ning flicked his left hand, and the golden essence was like a streamer, and he was punched into the sword body. Immediately after, he took out a few top-grade refining materials, purified them, refined them, and added them to the sword body one by one.

Everyone understood that Ye Ning was actually helping others improve their natal magic weapon!

For a while, they were both envious and jealous of Shui Haoming.

Jin Heng shook his head and thought to himself, that young man's cultivation was obviously only slightly higher than his own, how could he have such a rebellious method?

In a moment, Ye Ning had already finished adding materials. Immediately after, his ten fingers flew like flying, imprinting countless magic circles. The Binglan Sword is mainly ghostly and light, and Ye Ning naturally does not imprint too many attack rules. Instead, he penetrated countless Ethereal Laws, and as a result, this sword possessed the ability to attack souls, making it impossible to guard against. Ye Ning believed that Shui Haoming had this sword, and he also had the strength to fight in the face of the Sage, even if he was a Great Sage, it was enough to flee for his life.

As his last handprint settled, the Binglan Sword continued to tremble, and it actually changed its appearance greatly.

At this moment, the Binglan Sword is glorious and restrained, and the milky white sword body is looming, which makes people dizzy after looking at it directly, and there is a feeling of indulging in it.

Shui Hao Ming was overjoyed, he made a slight move, and the Binglan Sword flew back into his hand. After Ye Ning's refining, not only did he not feel estranged when he controlled it, but he became more and more integrated, like an arm. As soon as he sensed it, he sensed the horror of the magic circle on it, and under a sword, ordinary sect masters definitely had no power to fight back.

The best of the best!

The entire Golden Temple was boiling.

Wu Yaokong's expression also kept changing, he didn't expect that Ye Ning would actually be a refining master. Only a refining master can quietly upgrade a top-grade holy weapon to the best. You know, this is much more difficult than directly refining a supreme holy weapon. Even in his vertical and horizontal era, a refining master was the object of invitation from countless major sects. For the first time, he admired Ye Ning.

That's what Ye Ning wants.

He looked around and said, "Guys, do you want to stay here forever?"

Kim Troy knew that his opportunity had come. He said excitedly: "Ye Daoyou, do you have any clever plan? If it weren't for me to be trapped here, there was really no way." ”

Ye Ning said: "Now there is a bright road in front of you, it depends on whether you are willing to go." ”

Jin Heng said: "I would like to hear about it." ”

"Move into the Phantom City!" Ye Ning said firmly: "This is your only way!"

"Okay!" Jin Heng gritted his teeth and said, "Jin is alone, and joining your sect is nothing." ”

The rest did not take a stand. Either they are the head of a sect or the ancestor of the family, how can they be willing to be subservient to others? However, the reality is extremely cruel, and if they do not return, there is only a dead end to stay here.

Ye Ning saw everyone's cautious appearance, laughed "haha", and said, "You think too much." Ye is not interested in you, and the suggestion is to let you live in the Phantom City temporarily, and after the scourge of the Wei clan is resolved, go and stay at will. Of course, the Phantom City was built by Ye Mou's hard work, but it was not for you to live in vain. ”

(End of chapter)