The breeze is gentle and the sun is shining.

Chen Weiming looked cautiously at the refining furnace in the courtyard, and in the white mist, a long knife was suspended. There are black dots of light, entwined and shining, exuding the smell of death.

There were many people outside the door who probed their brains and wanted to see what was going on, but they were blocked by the surrounding formations, and they couldn't see anything clearly.

In the battle of Emerald Lake, Ah Tie became famous, and almost the entire Lushan City knew that a monk in the Void Immortal Period killed a Tribulation Period killer, which was enough to make everyone look sideways.

No one has ever paid attention to the house in this corner on weekdays, but now I know that there is actually a hidden master here. Young people worship the strong, especially if the strong man still belongs to his own side.

I don't feel like it on weekdays, but after a long time, Chen Weiming also feels the trouble caused by this fame. Ji Hanyan is okay, she is crazy alone, she feels that she has a special face, and she is very excited. But the snake can't do it, and hides every day. In desperation, he could only urge the forbidden formation every day to cut off the prying eyes of others.

"Master, it's time to eat, you really don't want to eat!" Ji Hanyan jumped out of the door, paced aside, and asked very puzzled: "Master, you are so powerful, why are you obsessed with refining weapons every day?" My father said that those who refine weapons are crazy, don't you become like that." ”

Chen Weiming waved his hand casually: "Eat by yourself, don't bother me, it's almost ready!"

He finally knew why the book suggested that when refining important magic weapons, he must find a quiet place not to be disturbed. Refining the weapon here, Ji Hanyan came out and shouted a few words if he had nothing to do, if he hadn't been afraid of a thousand gods and thousands of senses, I am afraid that he would have already gone mad.

Ji Hanyan looked left and right for a while, and was suddenly inexplicably surprised: "Wow, lifeless, Master, are you going to refine a weapon for me?"

Chen Weiming had never used the Death Dao Pattern, but she had recently practiced the Death Dao Pattern, so she thought so.

"What you have at home, don't make up your mind with me!"

Chen Weiming was silent, and then looked at the flames of the refining furnace, and the golden light appeared, knowing that it had reached the last moment, he didn't say anything more for a while, and was engrossed.

He had never thought about refining a special weapon or, for him, refining weapons now was a kind of training, very casual, and he would do it when he thought of it.

The continuous appearance of the Smoke Cloud Pavilion made him can't help but think of the Immortal Knife, and even more so of the things in the West Sea Continent in the past. At that time, he ranked third in the Dark Sword and second in the Sword God, not because the Sword God was more powerful than the Dark Sword, but because he had an extra good weapon.

With the habit of Yanyun Pavilion, even if the Immortal Sword has been reused now, it is estimated that he will not be given a good weapon for a while. Because it is rumored that the Evil Spirit Dao Monarch is likely to cultivate him as a successor, as an inheritor, he will inevitably have to endure more trials and training, and he must not get too many benefits. It happened that this time I saw a seventh-level material corpse water stone in Hongsheng Commercial Bank, and I immediately bought it.

There are no natural types of this kind of stone, they are all acquired, and they only appear on large battlefields. Corpses are piled up, blood is soaked, and death is infected, and that's how it appears.

In the early years, this stone was very common, because there were too many wars, and in recent years, although the four major powers are hostile to each other, there are fewer wars, so it has become rare.

However, someone has come up with a method, such a thing as a corpse does not necessarily have to be human. When the price of corpse water stone rises, someone kills a large pile of livestock and small demon beasts, and there is also a chance to appear, but the texture is much worse. What Chen Weiming can afford is naturally not piled up with human life.

The fog rises, the breath of death spreads, and when the golden light appears, it finally ends.

Although there is already a precedent for success, Chen Weiming still can't help but feel apprehensive in his heart. He thought he was rich, but in fact, it was still relative, relative to his former self. Weapons are indeed expensive, but materials are not cheap either. Especially for a special material such as the corpse water stone, one piece cost him thirty percent of his savings, but he couldn't afford to toss it a few times.

The long knife was slowly pulled out of the white mist, and layers of dark light flickered, as if it was impregnated, slowly dyeing the long knife with a layer of black. By the time it was completely withdrawn, the blade had become pitch black.

After crossing into the true qi and urging it, the qi of death spreads. Feeling the breath, the ninth-level spiritual weapon, made Chen Weiming breathe a sigh of relief, and finally succeeded.

This weapon was different from what he had refined before, and it was not sealed with supernatural powers, but pure Dao patterns. In his opinion, the kind of weapon sealed with supernatural powers is for people like Ji Hanyan who are not good at cultivation, and people like the Mortal Knife only need a weapon that can improve his combat effectiveness.

If the material is good, you can naturally add more patterns, not only the death pattern, but also the hard pattern, the sharp pattern, and the knife pattern, everything is for the death pattern, which can make the attack of the dark knife as much as possible.

After making sure that it was correct, the black knife was collected.

"Master, are you really not giving it to me?" Ji Hanyan's eyes were hazy, pretending to be innocent.

Chen Weiming nodded her head: "It's good that I didn't ask your family for payment, don't worry about me." ”

"Iron Boy, are you okay?"

Snake asked softly in the room, full of anticipation. She is accustomed to the lifestyle of three meals a day with Wu Zidao, and when she arrives here, although it is also three meals a day, Chen Weiming is obsessed with refining tools all day long, and it is good to be able to eat one meal in five days, and she always feels less familiar.

Ji Hanyan hurriedly sat down in his position and pouted: "Sister Snake, don't care about him, stingy ghost!"

thought that these two people would have trouble getting along and would need to adapt for a long time, but Chen Weiming still underestimated Ji Hanyan's ability to get acquainted. I ate a few meals with a snake, but in two days, I was afraid of snakes or something, and I forgot about it, and my title was changed to a kind "sister".

After the three of them ate a few bites, Chen Weiming's eyebrows suddenly raised slightly, and he put down the dishes and chopsticks.

When Ah Snake saw it, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong, doesn't it taste right?"

Although she didn't have much cultivation, because of the transformation of that demon monk, she had an extremely long lifespan. She didn't know how to practice and didn't dare to go out, so cooking became her interest. Compared with others saying that she looks weird, she cares more about people saying that the things she makes are not delicious.

Chen Weiming smiled slightly and shook his head: "Of course not, Ah Snake, your cooking skills should be the best in the world...... Someone is coming, it seems to be Lao He!"

"Lao He!" Ji Hanyan was stunned: "Why did he come to the academy!"

"Do you still need to think about this?" Chen Weiming casually opened the door for a while, and Lao He walked in.

"Naturally, I'm going to send you back!" (To be continued.) )