Chapter 18: Quasi-Immortal Weapons
"Immortal weapons in the cultivation realm are extremely rare, and Jian Qingyu actually got an immortal sword here!"
Zhuge Zhi couldn't help but feel a touch of jealousy in his heart. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info
He is known as "a thousand treasures of all trades", and there are a lot of treasures in his hands, but these treasures add up, they are not as good as this fairy sword.
Thinking that Jian Qingyu was Hua Xiyue's friend and the powerful sword intent he had just shown, he slowly suppressed the desire to snatch in his heart!
Immortal swords and other divine weapons, only the strong are qualified to have, although Jian Qingyu is not qualified, but he himself is not qualified!
Seeing Jin Wuya's Yuan Shen escape into the Frost Sword, Jian Qingyu reached out and grabbed it, and then put it into the storage ring, before turning around and slowly flying towards Zhuge Zhi.
The truth of "Pifu is not guilty, but he is guilty", Jian Qingyu is naturally extremely clear, if he lets others know that he has this frost sword, in this cultivation realm, he is afraid that there will be no place to stand!
"Brother Zhuge has kept you waiting!"
Jian Qingyu came to Zhuge Zhi and smiled with a fist.
"Brother Qingyu!"
Zhuge Zhi looked at Jian Qingyu with some excitement, and said softly: "You actually got an immortal weapon!"
"Immortal weapon?"
Jian Qingyu looked at Zhuge Zhi in surprise, and with a flip of his wrist, the Frost Condensation Sword appeared in his hand, and said, "Are you talking about this Frost Sword?"
"Yes!"
Zhuge Zhi's gaze fell on the Frost Condensation Sword excitedly, and then he was slightly stunned, and said in amazement: "Quasi-immortal weapon!"
"Quasi-immortal weapon?"
Jian Qingyu looked at the frost condensation sword in surprise, then looked at Zhuge Zhi, and said, "What is a quasi-immortal weapon? This frost condensing sword should just be a top-grade spiritual weapon, right?"
"Brother Qingyu, you don't know the quasi-immortal weapon?"
Zhuge Zhi looked at Jian Qingyu in surprise.
"Please also ask Brother Zhuge to teach!"
Jian Qingyu shook his head with a smile and said.
"The quasi-immortal weapon is the best spiritual weapon, but it is also a magic weapon that surpasses the ordinary superlative spiritual weapon, comparable to the immortal weapon!"
Zhuge Zhi smiled helplessly.
Knowing that this frost condensing sword was only a quasi-immortal weapon, the greed in Zhuge Zhi's heart gradually dissipated.
Although quasi-immortal weapons are also extremely precious, there are still scattered immortals in the cultivation realm that can be refined, and he has seen them before, so he doesn't care too much about whether he gets them or not!
"In the cultivation realm, the quasi-immortal weapons are all cultivated by the immortal qi in the body after countless years of painstaking efforts by the scattered immortal masters, although they are not as good as the immortal weapons, they can also exert the power far beyond the best spiritual weapons!"
Zhuge Zhi looked at the Frost Condensing Sword, then at the Sword Qingyu, and said, "But, isn't the figure I saw just now the sword spirit of this quasi-immortal weapon?"
"Junior, you have some knowledge, and you still know the sword spirit!"
An indifferent voice sounded, and I saw that on the frost sword, the light gathered, and Jin Wuya's figure resurfaced beside Jian Qingyu and Zhuge Zhi.
"However, fairy swords may not have sword spirits, and sword spirits may not be fairy swords!"
Jin Wuya looked at Zhuge Zhi with a faint smile.
Zhuge Zhi's face was shocked, and the light in his eyes changed, as if he was in thought.
Jian Qingyu was a little inexplicable when he heard it, as far as he knew, when the sword cultivation reached the spirit sword realm, it could cultivate the natal flying sword and produce the sword spirit.
However, why does Zhuge Zhi seem to think that if there is a sword spirit, it is a fairy sword?
Jian Qingyu didn't know that the sword spirits produced by the natal flying sword cultivated by the sword cultivation were extremely weak, and they couldn't leave the flying sword and exist alone.
The reason why Zhuge Zhi thought that the Frost Sword was an immortal sword was because he saw Jin Wuya.
Being able to give birth to a sword spirit as condensed and powerful as Jin Wuya, the Frost Condensation Sword will definitely reach the level of an immortal weapon.
But he didn't expect that Jin Wuya was the primordial god who was refined into the Frost Condensation Sword Sword Spirit by the Poor Yong Immortals, so although the sword spirit was powerful, the Frost Condensation Sword did not reach the immortal level!
The white light lit up again, and it sank into the Frost Condensation Sword, but Jin Wuya's voice sounded in Jian Qingyu's mind: "Qingyu, I broke through the prohibition this time, and the Yuan Shen was greatly damaged, there is a piece of soul nourishing wood in your storage ring, if it is refined into the scabbard of the Frost Condensing Sword, it can help me nourish the Yuan Shen, can you ......?"
Before Jin Wuya's words fell, Jian Qingyu said: "If you can help your seniors, what is the pity of just a piece of soul nourishing wood, seniors rest assured, when I go to the wasteland island and collect all the refining materials, I will ask the refiner to refine the sword scabbard for the seniors!"
Although Jian Qingyu has the inheritance of "Alchemy", he doesn't have much time to practice it, and he is only a first-class refiner, although refining the sword scabbard is simple, but refining it with treasures such as soul nourishing wood, he doesn't have this ability!
Immediately, Jian Qingyu turned over and put the Frost Sword into the storage ring, Zhuge Zhi also came back from thinking at this time, looked at Jian Qingyu with a somewhat embarrassed face, tried to squeeze out a smile, and hugged his fists and said: "Congratulations Brother Qingyu!"
Before, he was a little jealous of Jian Qingyu getting the Frost Sword, but Jian Qingyu was frank and upright, and he couldn't help but feel ashamed at this moment.
Jian Qingyu shook his head with a smile and said, "The Frost Sword didn't recognize me as the master, and that senior just thanked me for helping me and promised to follow me for a while!"
"Why is that?"
Zhuge Zhi was surprised: "Brother Qingyu is extremely talented and has advanced swordsmanship, can't he still enter the eyes of that senior?"
The so-called "heroes cherish heroes"!
Zhuge Zhiben is also a talented person, with an extraordinary background, and naturally has an arrogance, if he hadn't heard that Jian Qingyu was extraordinary in Hua Xiyue's mouth, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to make friends.
However, he never thought that characters like Jian Qingyu would also help the Frost Condensation Sword break the seal, and the Frost Condensation Sword Spirit had never agreed to recognize the Lord!
"What a person that senior!"
Jian Qingyu smiled helplessly: "Don't say it's me, looking at the cultivation realm, I'm afraid it will be difficult to find someone who can enter the eyes of this senior!"
Zhuge Zhi sighed helplessly, the fairy sword that gave birth to the sword spirit is powerful, but it is also extremely difficult to recognize the master, in addition to having enough strength to make the sword spirit subdued, there must be other things that the sword spirit likes.
And this, it all depends on chance, not that if you have high strength and good talent, you will definitely be recognized!
"Brother Qingyu, I still know a few good places, why don't we go and see them together?"
Zhuge Zhi's eyes rolled, and he quickly changed the topic and smiled.
Jian Qingyu smiled helplessly, hugged his fists and said: "Thank you Brother Zhuge for your kind invitation, but you also know that I still have important things to do, I'm afraid I can't go along!"
Zhuge Zhi smiled helplessly and nodded: "Okay, I don't dare to delay you to see Qingya's girl, otherwise she won't be able to spare me!"
"Since Brother Zhuge also knows Miss Qingya, why don't you also go to the Wasteland Road with me?"
Jian Qingyu smiled.
"Don't! Don't!"
Zhuge Zhi waved his hand again and again, and said, "I finally ran out of the house, if I go to the wasteland island with you, my whereabouts will be exposed!"
Saying that, Zhuge Zhi actually said that he would go, and directly stepped on a bracket on the back of "Feitianpeng" with his right foot, and the wings of "Feitianpeng" slowly accelerated and incited, and flew towards the sky.
"Brother Qingyu, you and I will say goodbye here, I wish you a smooth journey!"
Zhuge Zhi's voice came from above: "Also, don't tell Hua Xiyue and Shu Qingya that you've seen me!"
Looking at Zhuge Zhi, who said to leave, as if he was running away, and disappeared into the sky in a blink of an eye, Jian Qingyu smiled helplessly.
This Zhuge Zhi is free and easy, and his knowledge is extraordinary, but he is somewhat similar to Xing Chenghao, which makes Jian Qingyu have a good impression of him from the beginning.
Slowly retracting his gaze, Jian Qingyu identified the direction, and quickly flew towards the direction of the wasteland island.
......
Almost at the same time, in the northwest direction of the Wufeng Sea, there was a sea area with no end in sight.
The sea breeze blows, the sea is calm, and the deep water churns out a lot of white waves, reflecting the blood-stained light of the sunset.
The remnant sun is like blood, staining the sky red, the sea red, and the waves.
Suddenly, the calm sea suddenly set off shocking waves, and a terrifying aura seemed to penetrate the barrier of the sea water and soar into the sky, startling the seabirds and birds and monsters hovering in the sky to flee wildly.
The quiet and harmonious Hanhai instantly became chaotic and noisy!
In just a few moments, the center of the earth-shattering waves, the sea water actually spun rapidly, forming a huge whirlpool with a diameter of dozens of zhang.
The whirlpool swirled violently, the sea seemed to collapse, and in the deep sea, there seemed to be a roar of rage, echoing in the cold sunset.
"Bang!bang!bang......"
Immediately after, seven figures broke through the water one after another, soaring straight into the sky.