Months.

Wang Ruoli was treated in many ways, and his physical injuries gradually healed, and after several tosses, he finally returned to Xiaoyao City.

Along the way, Wang Ruoli had already gathered the Yin Wood Roots, Spotting Stones, and Red Sheep and White Horns needed to forge high-grade spirit swords.

The so-called yin wood root is not the root of the tree, but a dark metal with the shape of a root, hard texture, expensive, and usually priceless. As for the porphyry, it is a kind of ore, the surface of the stone has many small holes of different sizes, and the pores are covered with dense white spots, blowing on the small holes on the surface, can produce a kind of chirping sound like the tide crashing on the shore.

As the name suggests, the last red sheep white horn can easily be mistaken for a white horn growing from the head of a red goat, but it is not, it is a fern called red goat. The leaves of the red sheep are vermilion, and the shape of the plant resembles wool, and from a distance, it looks like a red lamb standing on the branch. The rhizome of the red sheep, which is also its fruit, turns white when ripe, like a sheep's horn, so it is called the red sheep white horn.

For some reason, when he returned to Xiaoyao City again, Wang Ruoli's state of mind was completely different from before. Perhaps, when he came to Xiaoyao City before, he was still a Qi Realm cultivator, but now he has stepped into the Spirit Realm; perhaps, he had nothing to do with the one in Xiaoyao Palace before, but now there are a few more inexplicable reasons.

Wang Ruoli shook his head, dispelling the cranky thoughts in his mind, and Edgeworth flew towards the outskirts.

In the suburbs, in front of the humble blacksmith shop, two children were practicing their swordsmanship in the open field.

Beside him was a hunchbacked old man sitting on a big rock, holding a sword embryo in his hand, looking up and down with interest.

Wang Ruoli flew quickly, his figure flashed, and he fell into the open space in front of the shop.

"Mr. Li Weak......" When the Zeng brothers and sisters saw Wang Ruoli falling, they hurriedly put away the sword moves in their hands, greeted them with joy, and shouted repeatedly.

Wang Ruoli smiled and nodded, and said hello.

Ou Junzi got up and stood up, with a look of surprise on his face, watching Wang Ruoli walk towards him.

"It turned out that Mr. Li Qiao was back. Ou Junzi smiled with an old face, and he was even more happy in surprise, he didn't expect that in just a few months, this Li Wan would come back safely, could it be that he had already obtained the vicissitudes of demonic qi that he had dreamed of?

"I don't dare to forget the covenant of forging swords in the past. Wang Ruoli said calmly, "Today, I came here to build a spirit sword. ”

"Mr. Li Xiao can rest assured, the old man will do his best to forge a satisfactory spiritual sword for you. The corners of Ou Junzi's mouth hooked up with a smile, "However, Mr. Li Xiao must not forget the promise he made that day." ”

"This is natural, Mr. Ou, please be relieved, I will definitely not disobey it. Wang Ruoli replied calmly, always maintaining a calm air on his face.

Ou Junzi nodded knowingly.

In the afternoon, Ou Junzi officially opened the furnace to cast the sword.

The fire beats, reflecting the scorching heat.

Ou Junzi carefully distributed the various sword-casting materials, distributed proportional weights, and put them into the furnace in turn. With the pure green high temperature furnace fire will be

Melt them one by one to remove the impurities in them.

The bellows are blowing, the flames are three feet high, and all the materials in the furnace are melted into molten iron, and the scorching heat rises.

The molten iron was smelted, accompanied by the addition of Yin Wood Root and Spotting Stone, there was a loud roar, and a loud phoenix roar was startled, as if it had broken straight through the sky. As for the red sheep and white horns, it was like a stone thrown into the lake, and the whole piece of molten iron was suddenly boiled, and it suddenly condensed, revealing the prototype of a delicate spirit sword.

The fire gradually receded, and the prototype of the spirit sword gradually solidified.

"Mr. Li Xiao, please also ask Your Excellency to export your spiritual power to help you refine the sword. Ou Junzi saw that the time was just right, and immediately shouted loudly.

Wang Ruoli was not ambiguous, and immediately picked up the Red Maple Heart Sutra, and a majestic spiritual power erupted out, helping Ou Junzi to condense the spiritual sword into shape.

Ou Junzi picked up the stainless steel sledgehammer and beat it repeatedly, and one after another the majestic spiritual power was imprinted into the sword body, as if it was slowly integrated with the spirit sword.

The hilt, body, and tip of the sword are all in place.

Ou Junzi's wrinkled eyes flashed with a burst of nervousness, although the luck in his hands gradually became difficult, but he still struggled to support it. On the one hand, I was shocked that this Li Weak's spiritual power was strong, and it had been two hours since he forged the spirit sword, and the other party didn't even see any breathlessness; on the other hand, if the sword forged today was successfully completed, I was afraid that it would be the powerful spirit sword with the highest grade after the seven-star dragon sword.

The aura of transformation was scattered outside, and the three walls of the iron-paved sword house were all lined up.

With a loud shout, the spirit sword took shape, and the sword body showed a maple red color, rising in the air, accompanied by pure green flames that jumped several feet high, illuminating the surrounding empty field.

Ou Junzi used Wang Ruoli's red maple spiritual power to bite his index finger, hook the shape, and turn into a bright sword rune shape, which was imprinted on the spirit sword.

"Demon Qi Quenching Sword!" Ou Junzi took out the Demon Qi Jade Bottle and sprinkled the Spirit Sword.

With the awakening of the spirit sword's spirituality, but seeing a trace of black demonic energy, hovering and lingering on the spirit sword, gradually immersed in the red light of the sword body, disappeared. The body of the Spirit Sword became more and more red, turning black red, and finally turning dark red.

"Spirit Sword Opening!" Ou Junzi gritted his teeth, condensed his fingers, and forcibly supported the opening spirit of the Spirit Sword.

A beam of maple red light that drilled into the sky rose into the sky, as if it was about to pierce the sky. The whole sky trembled, gathered into clouds, condensed into thunder, and a red thunderbolt burst out.

Between the lightning and flint, the red thunder struck on the spirit sword, the power of the red thunder, the momentum of the spirit sword, and collided fiercely.

The sudden attack of the red thunder caught Ou Junzi by surprise, and he wanted to stop it, but he was blown away by the strong thunder, fell to the ground in a state of weakness, and fell directly into a coma.

Wang Ruoli saw that the situation was not good, and poured all the spiritual power of his body, infiltrating the body of the spirit sword, and finally, under the sound of collapse, the two canceled out, turned into clouds of smoke, and suddenly dissipated.

A piece of red light dissipated, leaving only a dark red spirit sword hanging in the air, revealing a trace of aura corresponding to Wang Ruoli's divine sense.

Wang Ruoli was overjoyed when he saw this, jumped up, and used the red maple spiritual power to hold the body of the spirit sword, quietly held it in his hand, and carefully examined it.

Wang Ruoli looked at the spirit sword, no matter the size or shape, it was all in line with his heart, and he couldn't help but show a satisfied smile at the corner of his mouth, this is the spirit sword that he poured and cast with the spiritual power of the red maple, a spirit sword of his own, the sword body is straight, the sword is sharp, and it is full of red maple's killing domineering.

However, at the tip of the sword, a corner is missing, which should be the damage caused by the fight with the red thunder just now. The shape of the tip of the sword, like a hook, like the tip of a gun, has a subtle feeling like a sword like a hook like a gun, although it is caused by destruction, but it does not show the appearance of damage at all, but it is like a natural and perfect one.

Perhaps, in the dark, there is a providence, and the first sword he is used to is the remnant.

Now that the newly born spirit sword has a state of cripple, it seems to be knocking on his broken heart and the deep sorrow through his own mind.

The sword is broken, the person is killed, and its name is called, and it is broken.

Wang Ruoli gently stroked the body of the spirit sword with his fingers, from today on, you are my remnant, and I am also your remnant.

(End of chapter)